Ashton: You walked down the hallway in the venue, clearly lost. Ashton wasn’t answering his phone, probably because he was with the boys. You sighed, thinking of Ashton. You liked him, a lot. Probably way more then he liked you, and every time you had tried to tell him you liked him, or even moved towards it, he would say: ‘you’re such a good friend.’ Crushing every ounce of hope you had, but of course feelings just didn’t go away so you managed to put up with them, pushing them away and just being his friend. You had supported him through his rise to fame, always being his backbone when things got rough and he had invited you out to tour with him for a bit knowing you had never seen America. Startled at the figure in front of you, you looked up to see Harry smiling at you. “Hey, can I help you?” He said, flashing you that dimpled smile that girls cooed over. “Um, hi. I was just looking for Ashton, have you seen him?” You meekly said. “Yeah, I think he’s just down there, want me to walk you? You’re Ashton’s friend right?” You nodded your head, as his eyes crinkled at the corners. “Couldn’t have such a pretty girl like yourself getting lost,” He said stretching out his hand. You blushed and giggled as you accepted, linking arms as you made your way down a hall, you didn’t even know was there. Talking along the way you noticed how flirty Harry was getting with you, and you couldn’t help but flirt back, for once feeling liberated from this burdening Ashton crush. You heard voices down the hall, as you neared Harry pushed open the door and leading you inside. “Look who I found, its (Y/N)!” He said wrapping his arm around your waist. You looked away from Harry to see Ashton staring at you two, his jaw clenching and unclenching as his eyes lingered on his hand on your waist. You pretended however not to notice, “Hey Ash, you forgot to mention how freaking confusing this place is.” You said laughing. “It’s only hard for you,” Calum piped in making the others laugh. “Oh shush,” You said letting Harry guide you to the couch. You sat down beside him, noticing just how close you two were sitting. You weren’t the only one because Ashton was staring at you two, his expression unreadable. He had yet to say anything to you and you looked at him innocently, “what’s wrong Ash?” You said. “Hm? Oh nothing, it’s fine.” He said shortly, getting up and walking out of the room. You furrowed your eyebrows, the others noticing his attitude. “What’s up with him?” Michael asked, looking at the door he had left. “I’ll go see,” You said standing up. “Hurry back love,” Harry called out after you and you smiled at him, already walking out the door. You looked and saw Ashton walking a little down the hall to your left, so you ran after him. “Ashton!” You called out and jogged to keep up with his long strides. He ignored you, and kept walking. You sighed and ran faster after him, not knowing where he was leading you. He pushed open a door and you followed him out, the cold air hitting you. He turned to lean against the metal railing, his face furious. “Do you know how utterly maddening it is to see you with Harry? To see his hand on your waist? To see you two just having a grand old time on the couch together?” He said to you, his hazel eyes alight with something you couldn’t pinpoint. “It’s not like I’m seeing anyone, last time I checked its harmless to flirt with someone especially when you’re single.” You said pressing your back against the door and crossing your arms, ready to play his game. He let a low growl, a primal sound, sending shivers up your spine. “But really (Y/N), Harry?” He said, facing you. “Yeah, Harry. I texted you but I didn’t get an answer, so, Harry was kind enough to help me back to the room.” “Don’t pull that card, the helpless card. You knew what you were doing.” He said laughing darkly. “Excuse me? You really think that I pulled that card?” You said outraged. “Really, do you know how frustrating it is to see his hands all over you?” Ashton nearly shouted at you. Before he could say anything, you finally spoke up. “Do you know how fucking hard it is to have feelings for your best friend but never able to show them because ‘we’re just friends?’ Please Ashton, don’t get all protective because you have ‘my best interests in mind’ because fuck, I’m old enough to make my own decisions.” You shouted at him. He blinked a few times, you met his eyes equally though as anger flowed through your veins. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging viciously at the ends. He spun around suddenly to face you, his tall frame coming up to you, making you press yourself against the wall even further, scared suddenly. “Do you know how hard it is to keep saying ‘we’re just friends,’ because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with fame and taking it further? Do you know how hard it is to see my absolute beautiful best friend, everyday, talk about other guys, and pretend not to have feelings? Do you know how fucking hard it is to see you flirting with Harry when all I want to do is rip his hands off of you because I should be the only one touching you? Kissing you? Making you feel good?” He said, steadily getting closer to you until his lips hovered over yours. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your breathing coming in shallow, irregular gasps at his words. These words were what you wanted to hear for so long, right? And finally they were out in the cool night air, nothing was holding you back anymore. His hands were on either side of your head, pinning you there as his chest hovered over yours. And suddenly, you were tired of feigning off your feelings, in one swift motion you grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips hungrily to his. They felt just the way you thought they would, soft, full and meant for you. You broke apart, leaning your forehead against his. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” You said a little breathless. “Not as long as I have.” He said leaning in for another kiss, Harry completely forgotten.