eighteen » l.h

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for any Italian readers, lovezeze5 is translating this story and it's up now !

(my computer isnt working so i wrote this on my phone, hopefully theres no mistakes and if there is and you point it out im making michael fart on you idc)

Hopefully the gif works ; - )

2 days later. (the time has cum)

When it comes to birthdays, you would think of someone who's really excited. Preferably, a kid. But as a teen, birthdays just don't mean much. Every year that passes by, you lose your excitement.

I'm not all that excited for my birthday. In fact, I'm nervous.

From this day on, I will no longer be 17. I will no longer be a teenager. I will no longer be pure. Everything changes from this day on and that's what makes me nervous. Things can go bad or things can go good. It's unpredictable.

All I can do is hope.

"Estelle?" Michael's hushed voice says. I turn my head and look into his eyes, giving him a small smile.

"Everything will be alright." He whispers, placing his hand on top of mine which was resting on the arm chair.

"Don't worry, Estelle. It's not gonna hurt that bad." Ashton says a little too loud, his mouth stuffed with popcorn.

"Can you please be quiet?" A little girl that was seated in front of us says.

"Aren't you a little bit too young to be in the movie theaters and watching this movie?" Ashton replies back.

"I'm thirteen!"

"I didn't even know what a boob looked like when I was thirteen."

"You probably weren't attractive enough for girls then."

"I will have you know-" Ashton raises his voice. Calum quickly places his hand over his mouth, cutting him off before he got any louder.

"Shut up, it's about to get real between Ana and Christian." He says before moving his hand away from Ashton's mouth.

"I'm just saying, a thirteen year old shouldn't be watching Fifty Shades of Grey." He says, making the little girl turn around and flip him off.

"Excuse me little girl-"

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." A guy dressed in a black vest says.

"But that little girl started it." Ashton says, pointing his finger in her direction.

"Sir-"

"She's thirteen!"

"Sir-"

"Why can't she leave?"

"Sir-"

"How old were you when you first saw a boob?"

"15, now can you please just-"

"You see! You shouldn't be in here." Ashton turns to the girl, waving his finger at her.

"Both of you probably weren't attractive then." The little girls shrugs and turns back around to the big screen.

"Dude, please just leave."

"Fine, only because you said please." He stands up and walks towards the aisle.

"Aren't you coming?" Ashton calls out at us from the exit. We all sink down in our seats, hoping the guy doesn't make us leave.

"Can you guys please just leave with him? He's-"