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After sex with Ashton Irwin was probably one of the best times of my life. We were both puffing, sheets between us as we held pinkies, too tired to even hold hands properly. My other hand was laid against my chest to feel my heart beating. To check if I was still alive. I was in such an amount of pain and pleasure at the same time, shaking and pulling my hand through my hair.

"That was probably the best sex I've ever had." I said, my voice hoarse from absolutely shattering my voice-box.

He giggled, flipping over so he was leaning on his elbows, scratch-marks peeking over the cotton sheets. "That was the only sex you've ever had."

I chuckled, nodding, "Yeah."

And then I started to stare at him. Started to look at his slightly sweaty skin. Started to see his curls falling down his face. Started to see his eyes like they were sky full of stars. Started to view his lips like they were a colour I'd never seen before. Started to watch him in a whole different way.

I had to touch him to make sure if he was real.

He started to smile, and I wanted to cry because it made me feel like butterflies and elephants were having a party in my stomach when I just wanted tiny, baby caterpillars. I started to blush and pulled my hand away like he was a disease.

"I need to go."

"What – Calum!" Ashton grabbed my arm. "Are you seriously ditching me? We just . . ." he looked at the sheets, not wanting to say it.

"I-I'm sorry. I just thought of something. Come over later, yeah?" I leant over and kissed him, trying to make it short, but he held my jaw softly and deepened the kiss. I retreated and pulled my clothes on. "I'll call you." I told him, jogging out of the room.

I ran to my house – which wasn't that far away because there were only a few places created in this world. I went up to my room and grabbed my story, reading through it again. . . . grabbed my story, reading through it again.

"Why does it do this?"

Why was I writing the story for myself? How could I end it if it didn't have one?

I quickly called up Wattpad, hoping desperately that they would give me the answer. "Quick, what's the status of my story?" I rushed out. There was typing. Breathing. Silence.


"What chapter am I up to?"

Typing. Breathing. Silence.


"How many chapters in the drafts?"

Typing. Breathing. Sound of confusion.

"Um, sir, there seems to be a glitch. It says you haven't got any chapters in the drafts, which is impossible. Hold on, I'll speak to my manager." After a long time of listening to more elevator music, they came back. "Sir, it seems that you're writing your own story."


"I don't know. Some kind of glitch. The author hasn't written anymore chapters. The end is still the same, though."

"So, I could get out of the story whenever?"


I hung up. I knew the end. I had a habit of reading the last lines of a story before starting it. But, what could I do? Do the ending and leave Ashton there forever?

Suddenly it was raining, and maybe it was because I felt like crying, since I was writing the story now. Ashton came through the door, running at me. "I knew something was wrong when it started raining because apparently you can't be sad on a sunny day." He wrapped his arms around me, kissing my cheeks that were starting to get wet.

"I want you to come back with me to the real world." I told him, sniffing a little.

"I know, babe, I know," he put his chin on my head and my eyelashes squished against his neck. "It's okay, though. We're okay."

"You're not okay." I wiped my nose with the back of my hand. "Stop telling me that." He didn't say anything, just pulled away and kissed me. I pushed him away, shaking my head. "Kissing me isn't gonna distract me, you fucking peanut."

He giggled. "Okay, okay, fine." He lifted me onto his lap and wiped my very tears, kissingme on the cheek after. "I'm going to help you get out of here. I swear."

should i try a straight fic or keep doing boyxboy? 

there's this fic that i'm thinking of doing and it's definitely involving calum but i'm not sure if i should do it with a boy (michael or ashton) or girl (some random, snarky chick) yet. 

so, please tell me your opinion. 

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