Band Member: Ashton
Type: Imagine, anon request
Details: Part 1, Part 2. You’d taken the next step with Ashton, but your holiday couldn't last forever.
The rest of the evening flew by in a blur. The boys knew
they had recording left to do, but Ashton would hardly leave your side. He held
your hand, tapping out drum beats on the back of it with his fingers and
drawing circles on your palm with his thumb. You kept catching him staring at
you, a big goofy grin lighting up his face. It felt right. You had no idea how
you had been just friends all this time, how you’d never considered how you
really felt about him. To think, if it wasn’t for the accidental kiss…
You woke the next morning with butterflies in your stomach
and a smile on your face. The California sun streaked in through the window, and
you could see surfers in the distance taking advantage of the early morning
waves. As you walked downstairs, you heard laughter coming from the kitchen.
The boys had been trying to make you a special first breakfast, but seemed to
have more food smeared on their faces than anywhere else.
“Pancakes a la 5sos!” Michael announced, placing the plate in front of you as
you sat at the breakfast bar. You were quite impressed, the last time the boys
had cooked for you, you’d been presented with a plate of charcoal. Evidently,
not having their mums around to do all their cooking had worked wonders for
them. This actually looked edible, and as you took a bite you gave them a big
As they high fived each other, Ashton came up behind you and placed a hand
around your waist, pinching raspberries off your plate with the other. You
tapped his hand with your fork to fend him off, and he pinched your side in
retaliation, grabbing more as you were distracted.
“Big day today,” he said through the mouthful of berries, “we need to go back
to the studio for an hour to finish off from last night, but then the rest out
the day is ours.”
He planted a kiss on your cheek, his lips red with berry juice, and started clearing
You could get used to this, you thought. Sunlight as your alarm clock,
breakfast made for you, Ashton free to spend most of the day with you. You
refused to acknowledge that you were only here for two weeks, that was a
problem for future you, not present you. Present you was too busy listening to
Ashton sing as he loaded the dishwasher, and watching the others fight over the
last pancake in the pan. You were happy, and you didn’t want anything to ruin
“Okay, now hit that one, no, the big one. Yeah, that’s it.
Keep it going.”
You were sat in front of Ashton’s drum kit as he tried to teach you a basic
beat. He was perched right behind you, arms wrapped around you and his hands
over the top of yours, guiding the sticks to the right place at the right time.
You could feel his legs twitching, eager to get his feet on the pedals. But you
wouldn’t let him, you were enjoying feeling him pressed up against your back,
laying gentle kisses on your neck and laughing softly into your ear when you
Turning to look at him, you gazed at his face. He always looked so happy, like
there was a little light inside of him, shining out through his eyes and his
smile. You realised that you’d never seen him cry. You’d never even seen him
close to it. Ashton has always been your little ball of sunshine.
“What?” he asked, frowning with confusion.
“You always look so happy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sad.” You replied.
He brought his hand up, brushing your hair off your face and stroking your
cheek with his fingertips. He kissed you lightly, just brushing his lips
against yours for a second, then smiled, and whispered;
“How could I be ever sad, when I’m with you?”
You spent the afternoon back at the house, lying poolside
and soaking up the heat of the sun. Someone got the barbecue going, and Calum’s
beer cooler made its second appearance. This is what you missed the most when
the boys were away, just being able to hang out together. No special plans, no effort,
just relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. They loved it too, you
figured, because it was the one time they could just be themselves, without the
pressure that came with their fame. Although being 5sos did have its perks; a
swimming pool in a Los Angeles mansion was a vast improvement on your own back garden.
“Are you coming in, bubs?” Ashton called to you from the pool, water droplets
falling from his tangle of wavy hair.
You were crouched over stereo, flicking through CDs and acting as DJ. You shook
your head absentmindedly, too busy planning the next song change. You hardly
heard the slam of wet footsteps behind you until it was too late; Calum had thrown
his cold arms around you and lifted you off your feet, aiming you towards the
water. You kicked and struggled, giggling as you squealed for him to stop. He
lost his grip, hands sliding up to grasp your wrists as Ashton clambered up the
pool stairs to grab your legs.
“You will regret this!” you shrieked, taking one last big breath before hitting
the water. You surfaced, gasping and pushing your sodden hair from your face as
the boys laughed. Calum hit the water next to you with a splash, and Michael
and Luke soon followed with a joint cannonball. Ashton sat on the edge of the
pool, dangling his feet into the water. You swam over to him and splashed him
as he laughed.
“Aw, come on bubs. You look like a cute little drowned rat!” he grinned.
Smiling, you stood yourself on your tip toes in the water and draped an arm
around his neck, pulling him down towards you for a kiss. As soon as his lips
touched yours, you pulled harder, forcing him to lose his balance and come
splashing down into the pool beside you. Still under the surface, you felt him
grip your hips and tug, bringing you down beside him. His hands came up to your
face, and he pressed his lips to yours. You could taste him through the chlorine
in the pool, and kissed back eagerly. You broke the surface still wrapped
around each other, giggling.
“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again,” Michael moaned, “GET A ROOM.”
You tumbled in to bed sometime around 2am, lightheaded from
the alcohol and dizzy from being with Ashton. He climbed under the duvet
bedside you, holding you close and stroking your hair. He kissed you lightly on
your forehead as you fell asleep, feeling safe and warm in his arms.
When you woke several hours later, the space beside you was empty. You brushed
your hand over the sheets, and found they were cold. He’d left you some time
ago, then. Confused, you stepped quietly out of bed, and tiptoed down the
stairs to the lounge, where you could see a faint light and hear the murmur of
You pushed the door open as quietly as possible, curious as to why Ashton was
up so early. You could see his silhouette outlined by the light of the TV. He
was sat down, bent double with his head in his hands. He looked just like he
did on your first night in the studio, when he thought he’d lost you. But he
wasn’t tapping his toes with nerves, like he had been that time. His shoulders
were shuddering, his chest heaving up and down. He was crying.
“Ashton?” you whispered, standing in the doorway.
He jumped, startled by your voice. He took a big breath, and looked up at you.
He was smiling your smile, but it couldn’t hide the tears running down his
You padded softly down towards him, sitting beside him and lacing your fingers
with his. You looked at him questioningly, not wanting to pressure him into
talking too soon. A crying Ashton was new territory for your friendship, and
with the added weight of the step you’d taken together this week, you weren’t
sure how to handle it.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” He murmured, squeezing you
hand tightly and wiping the tears from his face. “And I am so scared of losing
you. Especially now.”
You frowned. “You’re not going to lose me, Ash.”
He glanced upwards, and you could see in his eyes that he didn’t believe you.
He wanted to, desperately, but something was holding him back.
“But I am. You’re going home next week, and I can’t face not seeing you for
months at a time anymore. I miss you so
much when you’re not here.”
You looked down at your lap. You understood everything he was saying. It had
always been hard being apart, but everything had changed after that night. You
weren’t just best friends anymore; you were so much more than that and it made
the thought of parting so much more bitter. You just wanted to be with him,
whether that was in a mansion in LA or a cramped tour bus driving down the
longest road. You didn’t care, as long as you were together.
“I could stay.” You whispered.
The way he looked at you, with so much hope and desire, only strengthened the
“I could stay. If you want me to. I’d leave my job, my home. I’d leave it all
to stay, if you want me.”
He shook his head, muttering that he couldn’t ask you to do that, that life on
the road wasn’t always as luxurious as this, that he wouldn’t let you sacrifice
so much for him. But still you could see longing in his eyes.
“If you want me Ashton, I’m yours.”
He smiled that smile you knew and loved. “Of course I want you, bubs.”
You laughed, pulling him towards you and kissing him excitedly.
So much had changed in just a few days, and you had never been so glad.
UPDATE: Part four is HERE