don't || a.irwin

1.9// for a couple weeks I only want to see her

Katie's POV-

The whole Alex scandal was intense and frankly, I couldn't blame anyone for the things they were saying. After all, Ashton came into my bus and Alex Gaskarth came out with a black eye and a bloody nose. Since this was the case, it wasn't my label thag threatened to ruin me, but Ashton's. They said something about "breaking up friendships" and "bros before hoes" . But all these senseless words meant absolutely nothing to me.

Ashton never left my side, and I mean it when I say never. He was always backstage waiting for me while I was performing. Also, he made me move from my bus and into his (which Luke wasn't happy about). Of course, all my stuff remained in my bus, but I'd gladly sneak out every day if I had to if it meant sleeping next to Ashton.

I called Taylor the moment I was done sobbing my eyes out and around the same time Ashton had left to allow me to get ready for my gig. The conversation panned out just like I thought it would. She asked me about Ashton, and I told her that everyday, he was falling deeper in love with me. And the worst part, it was true.

There was something in Ashton's eyes every single time he looked at me and every time he could, he would sing for me. But I was afraid that every time he looked at me, touched me, or even talked to me, I was the one doing the falling in love.

Day by day, I grew fonder of Ashton and everyday I had to remind myself that this was only a plan to gain my reputation back. But it was more than hard. Hell, it was terrifying. I had never fallen in love with anyone, in my entire life, and just to know that I had to break up with Ashton some time soon - fuck, it scared me to death.

It scared me that one day, someday, I would have to wake up and he wouldn't be there by my side. It terrified me that there would come a day where he wouldn't sing for me, but for another girl. He would whisper in her ear the songs that I thought were only ours to keep like a secret. And this fucking horrified me.

One night we had been so pumped from the concert that we went to a club. Luke had stayed behind, quietly mumbling how he had left his (fake) ID elsewhere. As soon as we got there, we were all tequila and shots, not settling for anything less strong than that. I had been assigned the designated drivers, and frankly, I had too much on my mind to even be thinking about alcohol running through my system, making me forget all my worries.

Okay, maybe I did want to get piss drunk. But I knew that Ashton and his band had been through much more stress than I and, so I let them be. I watched Michael make out with at least three different girls, had to deal with Calum's drunk jokes, and Ashton dancing on the floor, begging me to go along with (and whenever I didn't, he attempted to make me jealous with the first girl he saw). It didn't work.

It wasn't very often that we got to stay at hotels. Normally, we only stayed in an actual space if we were staying at the same place for three days. Which we were, so I took the three drunken boys back to the hotel.

As soon as I snuck these boys in through the back door, I got them upstairs. The second I opened the door, Calum saw the first couch and collapsed on it. Michael attempted to do the same, but ended up on the floor. Ashton gave me a kiss and a small, school-boy giggle, and collapsed on the biggest couch, face first.

Luke came out of the kitchen, an empty glass in his hand. He looked around the room and saw that all of his bandmates had collapsed into a deep sleep. Then, he looked at me and his expression turned from amused to annoyed in less than half a second. "Oh,"

"Luke," I chuckled, pulling my hair up in a ponytail and kicking off my shoes, taking away at least four inches off of my height. It was odd to me how he was up so late, so I began to question him. "What are you doing up, it's like three-twenty in the morning."