The Chase ▹ Ashton Irwin

CHAPTER SIXTY TWO

"Hello?" I woke up to Ashton's raspy voice, his chest rising and falling under me. "Yeah, we were sleeping, what's up?"

My eyes blinked a few times, and I wanted to groan because I was actually having a very peaceful slumber, given the stress that I had a couple hours ago. I could tell Ashton was on the phone, because I could hear a muffled voice above me, where Ashton held the phone up to his ear. Ashton's arm lifted off my back to run his hands through his hair, but I reached up and brought his hand back down to mine, causing a small chuckle to escape his mouth. I looked up and saw him smiling at me, his eyes squinted and dimples on his cheeks.

"Have a good sleep?" He mouthed as Michael's voice was talking on the other line, and he ran his free hand over my hair, playing with a few strands in between his fingers. I nodded, and burried my face back into his chest, because I was very comfortable.

"Really?" Ashton said to Michael. I looked up, and his eyes looking outside my window, at nothing in particular. "Oh my God," He laughed. "It's been a while since we've been there."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion at him, but he just looked back to me and winked. "Yeah, we'll probably be there in a few," He said into his phone. "Okay, bye." He hung up the phone, and I scooted up his body so our faces were level.

"Was that Michael?" I asked, running my hands through his hair to get it out of his face.

"Yeah," Ashton replied, clearing his tired voice. "Are you still tired?"

"Nah, are you?"

"Are you kidding me? That was the best nap I've had in weeks!" He smiled, pecking my nose gently. I laughed, and pushed his hair all the way back to expose his forehead. I giggled as Ashton raised his eyebrows at me.

"That's a good look on you." I joked. Ashton chuckled and intertwined his fingers with mine, shaking his head so his mopy hair fell back over his eyes. I watched as he swooshed it over with his hand, and he kissed my lips softly.

"Wanna go do something fun?" He asked quietly. The setting sun shone through my window, causing Ashton's eyes to light up like a bolt of hazel lightning. I almost didn't answer his question because I was distracted by how beautful his eyes can be. I finally blinked, and decided why not?

"Sure!" I said happily. I was glad Ashton seemed to have moved on from the intense conversation we had before we fell asleep. I looked over to my alarm clock and saw that it was 5:00. "We slept for like, 4 hours." I remarked. I got up off the bed, and helped Ashton to his feet. I walked over to my full length mirror and undid my braid, praying pretty waves would be the result in my hair.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"A club." Ashton replied, looking around my room. I furrowed my eyebrows and spun around look at him.

"Babe," I said. "We're 17."

"I know!" Ashton laughed. "But Michael's cousin is the bouncer and his buddy owns the place. They let us in all the time. I can pass for 21, don't you think?"

"Not really." I laughed, looking back to the mirror. I shook my head to poof up the waves in my hair, and ran my finger under my eyes to clean up the smudged mascara.

"Well, that's what makeup is for, right?" Ashton asked. "Making people look different and less beautfiful than they actually are?"

I was about to pick up my thing of eyeshadow to reapply my eyeliner, but I stopped and glanced over at him.

"So you want me to put makeup on you?" I laughed

"I hope you know what I'm hinting at here." He replied.

"It'll make me look older," I protested, even though his previous words made my heart beat really fast. "You wouldn't want me to get caught, wouldn't you?" Ashton slumped his shoulders, but nodded. I walked into my bathroom and got out the little makeup I had. I washed my face, and got out my foundation.

"Whats this?" Ashton asked, pulling my camera bag off my shelf. My eyes widened as I realized I haven't used that thing in so long. I don't think I've used it since I've moved here! I've been too busy, I guess. He opened the bag and his eyes widened at my Nikon.

"Damn," He said. "This thing is sick."

"Took months and months of saving up for," I said, walking over to him. I took it out of the bag, and screwed the lense cap off. I held it up to my eyes, and pointed it at Ashton. "Smile!" I said. Ashton's face instanty lit up, his eyes squinted and his perfect smile making his dimples pop up on his cheeks. I snapped the picture, and I must say it looked really cute. I laughed and handed it over to him.

"Your turn." Ashton giggled, pointing it at me. I covered my face, cause I had absolutely no makeup on. I turned to go back into the bathroom, laughing.

"Brooke!" Ashton said.

"Whaaat?" I replied, spinning around.

"Show me your beautiful smile." He pouted. I sighed, but smiled, and Ashton took a picture of me. "Yay!" He cheered, I just laughed and went back into the bathroom.

I quickly put on some foundation, and started on my eye makeup. I did what Natalie had taught me to do, and I put an angled brush under the sink, put some black eyeshadow on it, and neatly painted it onto my eyelid, and a little bit on my water line. I quickly curled my lashes and coated on some mascara, and looked in the mirror. It was a little heavy, but I really didn't want to look as young as I actually was. I put on a little lip gloss, and walked out of the bathroom to see Ashton laying on my bed, holding my camera above of him, taking probably a hundred selfies.

"Really, Ashton?" I laughed.

"These will be great to look at one day!" He giggled, placing my camera back into the bag. He sat up as I opened my closet.

"What the hell do I wear?" I asked.

"The typical 'club going' dress?" Ashton replied.

"So, black, tight, and short?" I said.

"Well, I mean, do you want me to have a good time or not?" Ashton asked. I spun around to see him smiling cheekily at me. He winked, and I rolled my eyes and looked through my closet until I found what I was looking for. I don't even remember why I have this dress, but it was exactly what I had described moments ago. It was a tight black dress, with two spaghetti straps and it was actually very short.

"This?" I asked. Ashton nodded, and I quickly went into my bathroom once again.

"Brooke?" I heard Ashton's voice.

"Yeah?" I replied, laying out the dress.

"Uh..your mom's calling."

"Can you answer it?"

"What do I say?!"

"Just say we're going to Natalie's or something!" I said. Ashton sighed, but reluctantly I heard him answer my ringning phone.

"Hello?..." His voice said. I continued to get changed as I listened to Ashton talk to my mother. "...No, this is Ashton. How are you? ...I'm good, thanks...Brooke? She's uh, getting ready....Oh, we're just going to a friend's house. I think you know her, Natalie? Yeah...Okey dokey, I'll tell her you called. Bye!"

I couldn't help but smile to myself at how cute he sounded right now. "What did she say?" I asked, pulling the dress up my body.

"Just that she's gonna be home in an hour," Ashton replied. "And she's okay with you 'going to Natalie's.'"

"Thanks babe." I said, examining myself in the mirror. I turned around and noticed how tight this dress actually is, especially on my backside. I shrugged, and fixed my hair a little bit more, and opened the door. Ashton was fixing his messy hair in my full length mirror, his eyes full of concentration.

"I've never been to a club before," I said. "But is this okay?"

Ashton looked over to me, and almost instantly his eyes widened. "Oh, uh..." He stuttered, his eyes traveling up and down my body. He bit his lip slightly and nodded. "Yes, uh, thank you."

I laughed and swatted his arm, leading ourselves down the stair case. I was thankful none of my family members were home, they would kill me if they saw me in this dress. I'm pretty sure its from freshman or sophomore year, maybe thats why it's so short on me. I shrugged, and opened the garage door. Ashton walked out to his car while I slipped on some short heels and punched in the code on the keypad to close the garage door. I climbed into Ashton's passanger seat, and turned on the radio. A song that sounded like something Ashton would love came blasting, and he instantly turned it up.

"I hope you know we're getting milkshakes first." Ashton smiled. I looked over to him, confused.

"Its only 5:30!" he protested. I laughed, and opened my window. My hair started to blow in the wind as Ashton sped down my street, and already I felt like I was unstoppable; like how I always feel when I'm with Ashton.

...

By now it was 8:45, almost 9:00. Ashton and I had spent over two hours in Marie's just talking and laughing about random things. I think we each had like, 3 milkshakes. By the looks of where we were now, I could tell this club was in the bad part of town, but I wasn't that scared, like how I used to be. I've come to the colcusion that as long as I'm with Ashton, nothing can happen to me.

I've also noticed that since we both woke up from our nap together, Ashton hasn't mentioned Jessie, Nick, or even Luke, for that matter. Maybe all we needed was some sleep, and I'm glad he doesn't seem so down about it anymore. "Here we are." Ashton said. I looked out the window to see a small pub-looking thing, with a line out the door and flickering pink neon lights on the top of it. Ashton drove down the street a little bit, and pulled into an empty parking spot about 50 yards from the club. I could already smell the cigarette smoke and hear the loud music coming from the small building. I was excited.

I waited on the curb as Ashton took a hoodie out of the back of his car. I grew even more excited as Ashton's muscles flexed under his t-shirt as he slipped the jacket on, zipping it up and throwing the hood over his head. "Just follow my lead, and we won't get caught, okay?" He said. I nodded, and placed my hand in his. We approached the long line out the door, and I was about to stop at the back, but Ashton pulled me along, cutting everyone. I heard angry protests, but I just kept my head down.

"Jordan?" Ashton said to the bouncer who stood outside of the enterance. Jordan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion for a second, then his face lit up.

"Ashton!" He greeted, they gave each other a quick bro-hug, and I stood there awkwardly, everyone staring at me. "Oh, this is my girlfriend, Brooke." Ashton said, smiling over to me. It was hard to hear anything, because the music was way louder than before. I looked into the club, and saw flashing lights and dancing bodies. I was very, very excited. I looked over to Jordan, and smiled.

"Please to meet you," He said. "Any girlfriend of Ashton's is a friend of mine."

I shook his hand, and laughed. Jordan opened the door, and let us right in. I was surprised at how fucking easy that was, and Ashton smiled back at me as he led the way through the club. The heat in here was intense, due to all the sweaty bodies dancing around us. I could see all the drunks, and smokers, and college girls out with their friends. I wondered if Michael and everyone else was here yet as we kept walking, dodging through people as they danced on the dance floor. I looked up from the floor to see Ashotn led me to the bar at the back, and I saw racks and racks of different beers and alcoholic beverages. I saw Ashton wave, and looked in his direction to see Michael, Sydney, Calum, and Natalie all at a table in the corner of the room. They all had beer with them, and Calum and Natalie were both smoking. Natalie's face lit up when she saw me.

"Nice dress, you little scandal!" She laughed. I could tell she was drunk, but I just laughed and sat down next to her and Calum.

"Michael," Ashton said. "Come with me to get beer."

Michael nodded, and Ashton let go of my hand, giving me a look as if to say "be right back."

"So," I said, turning to the group. "Michael's cousin's friend owns this place?"

"Well DUH!" Natalie said loudly. Calum put his hand over her mouth as if to shush her. "Yeah, he does," Calum answered me. "Its great, because we get in here for free. And no IDs."

"How do they get alcohol?" I asked.

"The bar tender like, knows Michael through his cousin and stuff, so he gives it to them as well."

I nodded, and I was thankful for all the connections these people seem to have. The music was very loud, but I could gladly still hear myself think. I was also very glad Sydney and Natalie were wearing the same things as I was, along with all the other girls in this club. I didn't feel out of place one bit.

Ashton came back to the table, two drinks in his hands. He handed one to me, and I had no idea what it was. Michael came back as well, and pulled Sydney to her feet. "We'll be grinding over there." He said with a wave of his hand. Ashton took a massive gulp of his bottle of Vodka, I think it was. His eyes shut and he nodded his head in satisfaction. I took a sip too, and I was taken back by how good this stuff tasted right now.

Ashton and I probably gulped down our first bottle in mere minutes.

I needed more.

"Ash," I said, looking over to him. He raised his eyebrows at me, and I could tell my the way he swung his head around this stuff was pretty powerful.

"More?" He asked. I nodded, and waited as he quickly got up out his seat, and stumbled over to the bar. I looked over to Calum and Natalie, and she was on his lap, her lips on his neck. I brought my attention back to Ashton as he came back, even more vodka than before He also carried shot glasses. I nodded my thanks, and my hands shakily poured all four of them to the top. I shifted my body so I sat across from him, and we both took a shot glass in each hand.

"You and meeee!" He laughed, his voice cracking. I shut my eyes and poured each cup into my mouth. I let out a breath of satisfaction as the cool alcohol slid down my throat and down to my stomach. I looked at Ashton, and he smiled at me.

I poured a couple more shots, and we did it again.

And again.

And again.

My mind thought back to earlier today as I looked at Ashton and his slowly blinking eyes. I thought about how much I hate Jessie, and Nick, and how confused I was on how Luke hated his best friend for that long. I really hope Luke ends it with Jessie soon, and I think he will. I know it wasn't fair what they said to Ashton, but I don't think Ashton cares anymore.

I don't care anymore.

I looked at Ashton, and I could tell he was in the same state I was in: relfecting, yet so over all the drama and ready to move on.

I could tell he was just as drunk as I was starting to get right now.

Why think of today right now? It is definitely time to move on, and I'm not even a part of any of it.

Right now, let's just get fucking twisted.

...

"Ashton." I groaned, pulling him by the hand toward the bar. The lights were blinding to my already blurry vision, and I could no longer hear myself think over the loud music that echoed through the club. I felt like I was going to stumble down and fall, but I just laughed at myself, turning around to see Ashton behind me, his eyes squited against the bright lights and his feet shuffling on the ground.

"Brooke!" He said happily, reaching over the counter of the bar and taking out a squirt pump full on alcohol. I reached down the counter and took someone's shot glass, pouring the excess beer onto the floor and holding it out for Ashton. His shaking hands poured some form of booze into my shot glass, and I instantly pured the whole thing into my mouth, shutting my eyes tight so I could focus on the feeling the stuff gave me. My eyes shot open as Ashton's arm came around my body, forcing my chest to his. "Open." He demanded. I opened my mouth and he shoved the pump into it, filling my mouth with more alcohol. He did the same to himself, and we both swallowed at the same time. I leaned forward, crashing my lips to his and shoving his body against the counter, running my hands down his arms and moving my lips to his jaw line. My eyes seem to roll into the back of my head as I felt his hands run down my back and to my ass.

"This dress makes you look so hot." He breathed into my ear. I ran my hands through his hair and dipped our bodies back, over the counter so I could squirt more alcohol into my mouth with the pump. I planted one more sloppy kiss onto his jaw. I stepped back, and his furrowed his eyebrows over his red eyes in frustration.

"You want it?" I asked, a hint of tease in my voice. Ashton looked surprised at my words, but he smirked and nodded. "Then you have to faster than I am." I said, and I spun on my heels, running into the crowd of people. The music grew louder, and I felt my body being slammed into every person I snuck by. I didn't even know if Ashton had followed me back here, but I was too stoked on the feeling that pulsed through my veins as I shut my eyes and let my body feel like it was being caried, even though I was just getting thrown around, like I was in the eye of a moshpit, a hurricane. I opened my eyes again and my pupils were taken back by the blue and green flood lights that shone into my eyes. I whipped my head around and saw no sign of Ashton near me.

I was about to go back to the bar, but I was stopped dead in my tracks as I felt a strong arm wrap around my wasit. "Looks like I'm faster than you." I heard Ashton's raspy chuckle in my ear. I whipped around to face him, and he looked just as fucked up as I did right now: his hair messy and his eyes wide open with alcohol in his breath. I intertwined my fingers with his, and pulled him right up to my body, our chest slamming together. I felt my legs begin to shake, and I couldn't help but almost loose my balance in one sudden moment. Ashton laughed as his strong arm kept me up. "Follow me." He said. I nodded, and kept my hand in his as we walked back to the bar.

Ashton took a cigarette out of a loose pack on the bar and lit it with a lighter he grabbed from behind the counter. He offered me one, but I shook my head no and took a sip out of someone's beer they had left. I wanted to go dance, dance with Ashton, like everyone else seemed to be. I had no idea where Michael, or Sydney went, and Calum and Natalie were still making out on the couch in the back corner. I opened my eyes that I didn't even know I shut, and looked over to Ashton. He was sitting at a bar stool, and he blew out a puff of smoke, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes. The low lighting of the back of this club made him look even hotter than usual. I put down the beer in my hand, and walked over to him. I made my way inbetween his legs, letting his knees keep me steady as I pressed my forehead to his. I closed my eyes as he breathed smoke into my mouth, and I blew it back out as I crashed my lips to his, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Fuck." Ashton groaned inbetween our lips that went to war. I didn't ask for permission as I shoved my tonuge into his mouth, and shivering with satisfaction as I felt Ashton's hands back down to my ass. His hands we so big.

"Getting hot in here." I chuckled, running one of my hands through his sweaty hair. His lips came down do my neck, each kiss growing more and more forceful, yet more and more pleasuring.

"Yeah," he mumbled, rubbing his hands over my ass. "You are."

I pressed my chest back to his, reaching down to his hands. I took the cigarette into my hands, and shut my eyes as I inhaled the shit out of it. I slowly opened my eye lids as I puffed the smoke into a huge cloud above us. I looked down to Ashton again, and he just stared at me. His eyes were wide and they traveled from my face, to my chest, and down to my legs and feet. "Dance for me." he said. I stepped back, confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You heard me," He smirked. "Dance."

"How?" I said. I've never physically "danced" for someone.

"Just, feel the music," He replied. "Turn me on. I know you can."

I raised my eyebrows at him, and took one last hit to his cigarrette before handing it back to him. I turned toward the dance floor and looked at everyone else that were dancing. They were pretty much all grinding on one another, but how could I do that? I pursed my lips and thought about it. I turned back to Ashton, and saw him staring at my backside. His eyes quickly back up to mine, and he just smirked, breathing out a grey cloud of smoke.

A familair song some on over the speaker, and I thought back to what Ashton had said earlier. "That dress makes you look so hot."

Maybe this dress being really old and small was a good thing. I began to slowly move my hips to the beat to "Lolly" By rap artist I didn't know. Kind of an odd song, but I knew it pretty well, well enough to dance to it. I kept my eyes on the floor, now my legs moving back and forth as well. I really hope I didn't look like an idiot right now, and I was thankful that my hair covered most of my face right now, because I was probably blushing a lot.

I forced my hands to come to my sides, and run them down my body as I slowly rocked my hips into the air. I looked back up at Ashton, and his eyes were glued to my body, not once do I think he's blinked this whole time. I rolled my hips in little circles, making sure I turned around a few times to give Ashton a view of my backside. By the time the chorus rolled around, my hips were moving faster, rolling my body in swift motions, as if Ashton's body was right next to me. I turned my back to Ashton, and smiled to myself as I slowly bent down, dragging my right hand lightly over the floor, and whipping my head and hair back. I turned my face to the right, and glanced at Ashton, who was still staring at me with so much lust in his eyes. His eyes came up to mine, and I just winked and rubbed my hands up and down my thighs. Ashton's body shifted, and his took a huge gulp of the nearest cup of beer to him. Was I making him sweat?

He bit his lip as his eyes traveled down from my face, to my swaying body, and to my feet that lightly carried me around the area I was standing in. I wanted to dance with him. Right now. I winked one more time at him, and pointed over to him, curling my finger in to tell him to follow me. I started to slowly back into the corwd of dancing people, and I kept my eyes on his as he pressed his cigarette into an ash tray on the bar counter and got up off the stool. He cocked an eyebrow at me, and before I could do anything back, I was washed away in the sea of sweaty bodies. The lights shone down a flood of blue, pink, and green, and the music only got louder. Ashton appeared acouple feet infront of me, and I stopped where I was, trying not to get thrown around by the people around me. Ashton's forehead came to mine as his arm wrapped around my waist, and his eyes peirced into mine.

"You're a fucking tease, you know that?" He growled in my ear. I nodded, and chuckled as I pressed my lips to his neck. I rocked my body to his as I felt his hands come down my back. I ran my hands to his chest, and I slowly zipped his hoodie down. I shut my eyes as I took it off his sweating body, our foreheads still pressed together. I didn't care when I took it off his shoulders and threw it into the crowd, and I don't he did either. I could see his stomach muscles flex with each time he grinded his hips into mine, and I lost my breath as he forced our chests together once again.

"Turn around," He said, his voice growing less and less audible. "Feel the music."

I looked into eyes, and they were jet black.

I did what he said, and spun around, pressing my back to his chest. The music got louder, and I rolled my head back into the crook of his neck as Ashton's left hand was on my hip, keeping me in place, and his right hand running up my front side. "Ashton-" I breathed.

"Feel good?" He mumbled, his hips rocking back and fourth into my backside. His breaht was hot on my neck as his define hips could be felt against my ass through the clothes we both wore. I nodded, and rolled my eyes back as his lips pressed into my neck from behind. I reached behind him, and wrapped his hair around my fingers, forcing his lips on my neck even more. I moved my hips with is, as I felt the sweat on my forehead drip onto my hands that were on top of Ashton's. This has never happened to me before, and I've never had this sort of adrenaline rush that Ashton was giving me right now.

The song changed, and it was my turn.

I whipped around, and rocked my hips into his front side, putting one of my hands on the back of his neck and forcing his lips to mine. I opened my mouth and let his tongue crash into mine, as I felt his hand rub up and down my thigh. I parted our lips and dropped my body so I went down to the floor, and pushing my chest to his as I came back up, and we continued to move our hips together in sync. People were pushing into us, but it only made each movement against one another more stronger and heated. The room smelled of smoke and alcohol, but it only gave me more energy to get my dancing even more dirtier as the song went on. I could hear Ashton's groans in my ear as his hands grabbed my ass, and I couldn't help but loose my breath a couple times as well.

"We gotta get out of here," Ashton growled. "Follow me." He grabbed my hand with a forceful grasp, and pulled me through the crowd of dancing people. He led me into a little room at the back of the club, a stairway to a second floor inside of it.

"Where does this go?" I panted.

"Lofts," Ashton said. "There are about 6 up there, and the 4th one's vacant right now. Michael gave me the key. You're coming with me." He started up the stairs, and I made no hesitation to follow him.

I wanted Ashton right now, and I don't know if that's such a smart idea.

Did I care?

Not at all.

"I can't believe you," Ashton growled as he searched for the key in his pockets. "Looking like that out there. You looked so fucking sexy, what if someone tried to get with you."

I could tell Ashton wasn't actually worried about that, but I could also tell I had successfully done what he had asked me too.