day four - frankie
on the fourth day, i went over to ashton's around lunch time. since our parents were making a big dinner, we decided to just hang out at his place. calum said he was coming over later, so it was just the two of us with our mums downstairs.
"'m tired," ashton mumbled as soon as i sat next to him on his bed. i laughed before laying on my side, watching as he rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"then sleep."
"i was up late last night," he added. i raised an eyebrow, and he continued. "cal and i were online playing this game."
i rolled my eyes. "i was wondering what he was screaming at. i almost thought he was watching porn."
ashton laughed loudly, and i smiled at the way his eyes squinted closed. he paused mid laugh, and stared back at me.
"what?" we asked at the same time.
"i'm tired." ashton repeated.
"then sleep," i said again.
"okay," he murmured. "cuddle me."
i chuckled as he scooted closer and wrapped an arm around my waist. i put mine over his, reaching up to tangle my hand in his hair. his hands felt cold on my skin as he rested them on my back just under my shirt.
ashton pulled me even tighter to him, burying his face into my shoulder. i leaned my head against his, closing my eyes and trying to fall asleep.
which proved difficult when ashton moved his hands downwards. i opened my eyes, pulling my head away from his to see a smile on his face, but his eyes still closed.
"dork," i said into his ear. i could hear his smirk. rolling my eyes, i ignored him and attempted sleep again.
until i felt ashton's lips on my neck, trailing kisses up to my jaw. my breath hitched as i felt him sucking at the skin gently, surely forming a light bruise.
"you fûcking asśhole." i hissed. "our parents will be downstairs."
"you can put makeup on it," ashton mumbled against my cheek. he kissed the corner of my mouth, before ducking back down and resting his head in the crook of my neck.
"i hate you." i stated. he chuckled, and i sighed loudly. "payback's a bïtch."
"sure." ashton hummed. his breathing became heavier, and after just a few moments, he was asleep.
i smiled fondly at the sleeping boy in my embrace. i pressed a kiss to his cheek before returning to my previously failed attempt to sleep.
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"frankie."
i hummed, burying my face further into my pillow. i heard a chuckle, before realizing ashton wasn't my pillow, and pulling back quickly. my boyfriend grinned at me.
"sorry to wake you," he apologized. "but i have to go to the bathroom and i couldn't move."
"oh," i blushed. "sorry."
i unwrapped my arms from around him, pulling my legs from being tangled with his. ashton kissed my forehead before standing up and walking out the door.
i rolled over on my other side, reaching towards the foot of the bed to pull the blanket over my body. i was almost asleep when i heard the door creak open, and the bed dip down. the blanket was lightly pulled as ashton got under it.
he wrapped an arm around my waist, his chest against my back. i felt him kiss my neck before whispering. "your mom's here."
"okay," i replied, my eyes still closed.
"they're gonna make us get up soon."
"okay."
"i love you."
"okay."
i heard ashton scoff, and the corner of my mouth twitched into a smile. i turned my head just the slightest bit to see him pouting at me. laughing, i poked his cheek. "i love you too, you big baby."
ashton grinned, and i wiggled around in his arms to face him. placing a hand on his chest, i lightly kissed his nose.
"francesca! ashton!"
groaning, ashton rolled off of the bed, and i sat up to swing my feet onto the floor. rubbing my eyes, i stared at him as he pulled his shirt over his head and went over to get a clean one.
he reached up to get a shirt off the hanger, his muscles flexing with every move. when he came back to see me staring, he smirked.
"like what you see?" he asked cockily, pulling the shirt on.
i shrugged, and he pouted. i smiled. "how the hèll did you just go from being some hot shirtless guys to a little puppy?"
ashton rolled his eyes. "i'm always a hot guy."
"can't argue with that," i winked, and he shook his head, fighting the smile tugging at his lips.
"mornin' mum, anne," i greeted the two women as i skipped down the last step. they smiled at me, and i leaned against the counter to watch whatever they were doing. ashton sat on the stool behind me, resting his chin on his hand.
"what's cookin'?" he asked, flashing them a dimpled smile.
"food." my mum retorted, and i laughed at ashton's reaction.
"lasagna," i answered for them. "i can see the box of noodles over there."
before ashton could respond, there was a knock at the door. he shot up, running over to it and opening it. calum walked in, giving us a smile and wave, before the two boys ran up the stairs.
"okay." i furrowed my eyebrows, turning back to my mum and anne. "they're probably playing that video game. mum!" i exclaimed suddenly, and she jumped. "how come cal gets to stay up super late playing video games, but i can't stay up till eleven thirty reading a book!?"
anne chuckles, returning to laying the noodles in the pan. my mum shakes her head. "because it's not a school night."
"i always get caught when i read late at night." i grumble. "that's so unfair."
my mum gives me a laugh before the two women continued their conversation. deciding that i would be bored out of my mind down here, i make my way upstairs to ashton's room. my brother sits on the foot of the bed, pressing buttons furiously on the controlled, while my boyfriend leans against the headboard, yelling curses to the television.
i sit on the bed next to ashton, leaning my head onto his shoulder. apparently that makes it harder for him to play the game, because he shrugs me off with a muttered apology. i huff, laying down to rest my head on his lap. i stare at the tv for a few seconds before becoming bored again, and take out my phone.
scrolling through instagram, i liked a few posts before switching to twitter. once i had gone through basically all recent tweets, i lock my phone again and turned to look up at ashton.
his eyebrows furrowed as he glared at the screen, and he continued to yell profanities at the game. i reached up with one hand to gently poke his dimple, tracing around it, causing him to look down at me.
"babe," he whined, "you're distracting me."
"oops," i shrugged, placing my hand back on my stomach. ashton rolled his eyes with a scoff, leaning down to lightly press a kiss to my lips.
"ashton!" calum shouted suddenly, causing ashton to snap up and yell at the screen.
i sighed in content. i didn't want to leave to the states, i just wanted to stay here with ashton and my family. even calum, who was a pain in the ass all the time, thought i loved him.
but i knew i had to, because this was what i've been waiting for.
i was snapped out of my thoughts when anne called up that dinner was ready, and followed the two boys downstairs.
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SOUNDS GOOD FEELS GOOD IS OUT AND I'VE NEVER FELT MORE ALIVE!!!
broken home is truly heartbreaking, i cried.
castaway and san francisco are jams. (someone make a mashup of castaway and never be pls and thank you.)
sgfg is an album i can jam to, and sob to, and this terrifies me.
how are you all? happy? pls be happy?
i love you, muah,
k.