OTP ~ Ashton Irwin Fan Fiction

Chapter 3

~Ashton~

Feeling Tyler pull away from me was hell. It was like she took a small part of my heart with her, and she didn't even ask. I rolled away from her, hiding my face in my pillow to prevent the tears from falling down my cheeks. I thought this would be my chance. We'd leave school as friends and go back as a couple. We would be "that couple" that everybody admired, the real-life OTP, the two who weren't supposed to date but then fell in love.

Now I know that they were right, you don't meet the one when you're young. You get your heart broken instead.

~Tyler~

I moved as far from Ashton as possible, hoping he wouldn't notice my being upset. As soon as I felt him roll away from me, I knew it was over. I buried my face into my pillow, letting it soak up the tears as they recklessly fell down my face. I knew it was an accident...he obviously knew it too. Yet, I couldn't help but feel abandoned as his touch seemed to linger on my hip, the rough palms of his hands creating butterflies in my stomach, the warmth of his chest on my back, our legs intertwined...it was all still there and the tears fell harder because of it. I would have to find a way to play this off, to make it all okay...but how?

About an hour later, we both got up, laughing at our synchronicity even in the morning. We walked down to the kitchen to find a note from his mom on the fridge saying she'd be back later that night and to just have fun. Ash and I decided to just spend the day on his couch watching movies with never ending popcorn. After the first movie ended, Ashton remembered he needed to make his bed, and I took to preparing a fresh batch of old fashioned popcorn. As I reached up to the top shelf of his cupboards for the popcorn oil we had bought the day before, I heard his footsteps descending the stairs with a sense of determination.

~Ashton~

I walked up stairs to my room unenthused, not wanting to revisit all of the memories from the night before. Reluctantly, I proceeded to the head of the bed, aiming to organize the pillows. When I got to the pillow Ty was using, I couldn't help but notice the black smears across the white case. She never took her makeup off before bed, something we always laughed about when it came time to clean it off in the morning. However, as I looked more closely, I saw that these were spots, not smears. The case was wrinkled as if it had been wet just moments prior. She had been crying, and not long ago. That's when it hit me. She didn't hate me, she didn't feel bad about cuddling. When she moved me away, it wasn't because of her, it was because she didn't think I liked her. But, I don't like her. I love her. And now it was time to show her.

I threw the sheets over my bed and made my way downstairs, my heart leading over my head. I stopped at the top of the stairs as I saw her reaching for the popcorn oil at the top of my cabinet, my tee shirt sliding up her hip on one side, and down her thigh on the other, her height just short enough to prevent her from acting with ease.

I walked down the stairs with abandon, knowing she could probably hear me. As I reached the foot of the stairs, less than 6 feet from Tyler, I smiled as she succeeded in acquiring the bottle, turning around to face me. I briefly saw her smile at me before I reached out to her, my right hand going to her hip, my left hand wrapping around the back of her head, tangling in her disheveled hair as I pulled her into a kiss. There was a sense of reluctance for a mere second, it faded as I heard the bottle crash to the floor and I felt her right hand reach up to the nape of my neck, tugging on the loose curls laying there, her left hand fisting my tee shirt, pulling us closer together.

We remained there for what felt like forever before slowly disconnecting, smiles adorning both of our mouths, our foreheads meeting. I hadn't noticed she was on her tip-toes until I felt her shrink beneath my grasp, my thumb tracing small circles over her cheek as her smile widened, evolving into a soft giggle.

"Well, hello." She giggled, her head setting into my chest, arms wrapping around my waist.

"You never have to cry over me again, Ty. I've been waiting to do that since the day we met, and now that I have, I'll never forget to do it again." I placed a small kiss on the top of her forehead.

"So, last night wasn't an accident then?" She asked, her soft eyes peering up at me.

"Of course it wasn't, silly. I don't do anything by accident." At my words, she resumed playing at the hairs on the nape of my neck. I pulled her back up to her tip-toes, kissing her once again.

We spent the rest of the day curled into each other on the couch, watching movies and having miniature popcorn battles during boring sections. I didn't think anything would get better than this.

A/N

I'm sorry it's short, but I wrote this on my band trip! I hope you guys are liking this story <3 you're the best!

~Tyler