Hola! This is my new Ashton series! Hope you enjoy!! xx
Smut? Nah man
Warning? Hella lot of tears
Recommendation: Listen to “May It Be - Choir edition” for effect.
"Ashton! Stop running!" I giggled, running after my curly haired best friend.
"You can’t catch me! You can’t catch me!" He giggled too, but I was only a little bit behind him.
Jumping onto his back, he collapsed onto the floor, both of us creating a giggling heap.
"How did you get me? I was running so fast?!" He exclaimed, moving his hands around a bit.
"Ashton, you need to remember that I may be five but I am very fast!" I replied, giggling once again.
Ashton huffed, but a small smile spread across his lips.
"Ashton, over at my house in five minutes. The floor is lava and you will die if you touch it. Over" I said into my home made walkie talkie, standing on top of the kitchen table.
"I’ll be over now, over." Ashton quietly replied. I could head the pitter patter of footsteps down the hallway, and there was no doubt that it was Ashton.
"Ashton!" I squealed, scared that he was going to die. But when he walked in the doorway, he was shuffling along on a tea towel.
I let out a breath of relief, before grabbing his arm and pulling him onto the table.
"You could have died Ashton!" I scolded, but I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.
"But I didn’t."
"Y/N? Where are the cups?" I heard Ashton call from the kitchen. I sighed and walked out of the living room and into the connected kitchen.
Ashton was seated on the counter top, all of the top cupboards wide open, yet the cups where no where in sight.
"Ashton, they are in the bottom cupboards!" I giggled, waltzing over to a small cabinet under the oven. I pulled it open and there stood all the glasses and plastic cups.
"Oops?" He sheepishly said, closing all of the cupboards and slowly slipping off the counter.
"Oops my ass," I muttered before smiling and heading back to the kitchen.
"Ashton that’s not fair!" i yelled, the tears flooding out of my eyes, backing away from his opened arms.
"Y/N, please let me explain. I-"
"No! You can’t just say that your moving! We have been living beside each other since we were born! You can’t leave me! Not now!" I cried, the tears rolling quickly.
Ashton stepped towards me, trying to console me, but I pushed him away.
"Go. Just leave. I don’t care." I harshly said, turning away from his tear filled eyes.
"Y/N let me-"
"I said go Ashton!"
Then a familiar slam of a door sounded through out the empty house, one that used to be filled with laughter and happiness. But was now filled with despair and isolation.
"Ashton?" I asked, pulling open my door, noticing the short haired brunette in front of me as my old best friend.
"Y/N?" He asked quietly, but his eyes never met my face.
They kept trained on the ground, but I wanted to look into his chocolate brown eyes that used to be mine.
He finally looked up, but his eyes were no where near the warm brown I used to know. A black void of futility stared back at me, their cold and unfocused stare blindly peering past me.
"Ashton, what happened?" I whispered, gently taking his arm and leading him inside.
He stumbled quiet a few times, tripping over things that had been placed there over the years muttering a quick ‘that didn’t used to be there’ under his breath.
Seating himself on the couch, he let out a sad sigh.
"I was in a car accident a few years back, not long after I left actually. Dad was driving the car, bringing me and my brother to his football match, and an oncoming car came head first into us.
Dad died on impact and I lost my sight. Harry was unharmed, only coming out with a few bruises and scrapes. I have been blind ever since, and I recently moved back her with mom as she was uncomfortable with staying where my dad was buried. I thought I would call around and see you.”
It took me a few minutes to take all the information in, Mr Irwin dead, Ashton blind, and him having the guts to come here after leaving me on such a bad note.
I quickly wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a gentle embrace. The tears soaked through his curly locks, but he held on just as tight.
"Y/N?" He asked, his voice cracking the slightest as he spoke into my shoulder.
"Yes, Ashton?" I sniffled, running my hands through his hair.
"Are you still as beautiful as I remember?"