Hold On | | Ashton Irwin (Discontinued)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Ashton insisted that we go out to eat, putting an end to his mom showing me his photo albums. I found it funny how he was so embarrassed. We actually ended up buying the food and bringing it back to his house.

"Are you going to marry me anytime soon?" Ashton asks out of nowhere as we were on his couch watching a movie. I sat up straight, his arm sliding off my shoulders. Harry and Lauren looked at us, eyes wide.

"I don't recall you ever asking me." I chuckled nervously, where is this coming from. His mom walked into the living room and sat down, oblivious to our ongoing conversation.

"Hypothetically speaking, will you ever marry me?" He said, his eyes never leaving mine. His mom was now also staring at us.

"Hypothetically speaking, yes."

"Good." He said, no hint of humour whatsoever in his voice, and turned back to the TV. I looked awkwardly at his family. What just happened? I shrug off the awkwardness and turn back to the movie.

I swallowed hard as a feeling of nausea came over me. I think it was the chicken. Ever since I ate it, my stomach has been acting up. I put my head on Ashton's shoulder trying to shrug off the sick feeling in my stomach.

"Are you tired?" He softly asked and I nod. Maybe if I get some rest my stomach will calm down. Or I'll just get diarrea. Hopefully the first one. "I'll take you back to the hotel, come on."

I said my goodbye's to his family and promised that I would be back tommorow.

"Did the chicken taste funny to you?" I asked Ashton as we were driving to the hotel.

"No." He said looking back and forth between me and the road. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a little nauseous." I ran my hand over my face. Jet lag is a bitch.

"I can take you to the hospital." Ashton shifted in his seat, constantly glancing over at me.

"No." I say almost laughing at how nervous he is. "I'm not dying, I swear. I think I just ate too much."

"Are you sure?" He continued to press.

"Yes, Ashton. I'm sure." I reassured him. He didn't continue to interrogate me, but I could tell he was still worried. The rest of the drive was relatively silent. But that didn't stop Ashton from continously staring at me.

When we reached the hotel, he insisted on walking me to the room. I knocked on the door and waited for Steph to open it. I leaned against the doorframe and took a deep breath. Oh, wow. This chicken is fighting back.

"Lindsey, are you okay?" Ashton asked putting a hand on my shoulder. I swallowed trying not to get sick standing in a hotel corridor. I shook my head signaling that I was in fact not okay this time. I pushed Steph aside as soon as she opened the door and bolted to the bathroom making sure to lock the door. I hovered over the sink, gripping it tightly as my head was spinning. I looked at myself in the mirror. Fuck, I looked horrible. What was happening. I think it is safe to assume that the chicken is extremely angry at me. I hope it's not food poisoning.

I let myself collapse in front of the toilet. My breathing was shaky as I the need to throw up getting stronger. I ignored Ashton and Steph's pleas to open the door, as I threw up everything I had in my stomach. I almost immediately felt better. But I sat there until I felt well enough to get up. I flushed the toilet and washed out my mouth before opening the door.

"Are you okay?" Steph asked before I even stepped out. Ashton was standing next to her.

"I feel better now." I sighed. "I'm telling you it was the chicken." I looked at Ashton.

"Are you still nauseous?" He asked and I tried to recall exactly how many times I have been asked about my health in the past hour.

"No, I feel a lot better." I repeated. After almost thirty minutes of constantly reassuring him that I was fine, he finally left. But that didn't stop him from texting me every five seconds.

"You're not puking anymore, right?" Steph asked as I started climbing into bed next to her.

"No." I chuckled.

"You said it was the chicken you ate?" She asked flipping through the channels.

"It seems that way." I said.  "I mean, what else could it be?"

"Hmm." Was all she said. I looked at her, her lips pressed in a thin line as she stayed motionless, looking at the TV. I could tell she wanted to say something, but was keeping quiet. "Oh, look. The avengers." She said, distracting me. My head snapped to the TV, forgetting about her secrecy.