Do I Wanna Know? (l.h.) {au}

19.

For infiniteashton because she is pretty much me. We are one.

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"Day 14 Hadley, get the fuck up."

My eyes flickered open slowly to see Ashton standing in front of me.

"Why do you fucking wake me up but not the others?"

Ashton smirked down at me deviously.

"Because I can fucking stand you more than the others."

I lifted my head and flopped it back down, away from Ashton.

"That's an insult to the others, just so you know dickhead," I grumbled incoherently.

"Hadley," he whined like a child. "Please?"

I sighed heavily.

"Go the fuck away Ashton, I will kick your ass."

He chuckled at me softly.

"You don't mean that."

I buried my head deeper into the pillow.

"I fucking will if you don't leave me alone. Go bother Luke or something."

"He'll just be more pissed than you."

"Exactly," I huffed. "What time is it anyway?"

"6:56."

My head shot up.

"You woke me up before 8 fucking o'clock when I don't have to be up until noon. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I grabbed my pillow and began to hit him with it.

"Jesus Christ Hadley. Maybe I can't deal with you."

I stopped hitting him and threw my pillow back down, resting my head back on it. I closed my eyes peacefully.

"Go away Irwin."

"But-"

"Fucking go. I'll be up in like 5 hours."

I grabbed my bunk curtain and pulled it so he could no longer see me. I heard him grumble to himself before footsteps shuffled out of the bunk area toward the front lounge.

I tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position. After what seemed like forever, I gave up and opened the curtain, stumbling out of my bunk. I walked out to the front lounge to see Ashton sitting on one of the black leather couches staring down at his phone. He looked up when I cleared my throat.

"Oh look, it's sleeping beauty."

I rolled my eyes and raised my middle finger at him.

"Fuck you Ash. I can't sleep now."

I plopped down on the opposite couch, his eyes watching my every move with a look of pure amusement on his face. I glared at him angrily.

"What?"

His smirk turned to a smile.

"Thank you."

I knew what he was talking about but I wanted to hear him admit it.

"For what," I asked innocently.