Summary: It's been 2 years since (Y/N) and Ashton became a couple, and for the first time in a while, they are in their hometown for Christmas (Not smut, but innuendos if you squint)
(Request: AngelM1004) (Words: 2.8k) (Part 1: Friend or More)
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(Ashton's POV)
"Man, do I love watching you get ready..." I whisper as I wrap my arms around (Y/N)'s waist. She lets out a light giggle, putting down her makeup brush.
"You do, huh?" She asks, smiling at me through the mirror.
"So, so much..." I whisper, burying my face into the crook of her neck as I press my bulge on her ass.
"I see. Well, I would hate to ruin it for you, but I have to remind you that I have to leave..." She states, grinding her ass against my bulge a little before she picks up her brush again.
"Where do you have to go?" I groan, grabbing the brush from her hand and picking her up, placing her on the marble bench of the bathroom we are in.
"At your mom's. We are having a ladies' night. My mom and Lauren will be there as well." She cheers, her soft hands resting on my shoulders as I lodge myself between her legs.
"Oh, come on. It's our 2-year anniversary... Can't you tell them you are busy? I have so many things planned for us." I whine, pressing a few kisses on her lips.
"Mmm, technically, tomorrow is our anniversary and I really need to go there. Your mom needs some help with making the treats for the Christmas dinner." She replies, smiling against my lips.
"Your mom and Lauren will be there. 3 sets of hands. They are enough." I try to convince her, earning a light chuckle from her.
"I promise I'll be back by 11 and we can have some wine and cuddle and do whatever you want." She strokes my bottom lip with her thumb and I nod.
"No later than 10." I point out and she rolls her eyes at me.
"And I am picking you up. No way I am letting my beauty take a taxi." I add and she sighs.
"They won't kill me, Ash."
"I know. I just want a car ride with you."
"Ok then." She whispers, giving me a bunny kiss.
(Y/N's POV)
"I just don't get why you and Ashton are staying in a hotel when both your families are in here. You have 2 houses and you chose to pay for staying." My mom mumbles as I cut the cookies with the cutter. I turn to look at Lauren who smiles sympathetically to me as she decorates the already baked cookies.
"Mom, none of the houses has a bedroom big enough for me and Ashton. And don't tell me that we could stay separately because you knew that this was off the table."
"I just don't get why it was off the table. It's not like you are married or anything. You could do without each other for a few days." She shrugs her shoulders, causing me to sigh in annoyance.
"Because we've been living together for the past 18 months and we are used to it. So, please, no more judging our decisions." I almost snap at her; It's not the first and surely won't be the last time on this trip that she criticizes every aspect of my relationship with Ashton. Honestly, she really likes Ashton, she just wants our relationship to be according to her way.
"You know best." She simply replies before she goes back to what she was doing.
I feel a little alone on this right now, if Ashton was here he would chime in to defend us, or just help me calm down and fight the tension in my body.
Girls Night ended soon since the mood was heavy and everyone had a busy day tomorrow. I am glad I left early, though; it means that I will get to spend more time with Ashton.
"Hey, gorgeous. Did you have fun?" Ashton cheers as I get in the car. I fake a smile and nod, deciding that I don't want to ruin his night with my mom's remarks.
"It was great. Everyone will get to taste my amazing Christmas cookies on Christmas Day." I giggle, strapping on my seatbelt.
"Dammit, everyone will want to steal my girl for her cooking..." Ashton sighs playfully, starting the car.
"You are mocking me, huh? Well, no more of my award-winning pancakes for you then."
"Anything but mocking you, baby." He chuckles, bringing my hand to his lips.
"Mmmm, you better not. So, where are we going?" I ask, resting my head on the headrest while looking at him.
"I was thinking about going to Joe's." He suggests, not taking his eyes off the road.
"Joe's? Really? I thought you had more seductive things in mind..." I ask and he hums.
"And Joe's can't be seductive? No place can be more seductive than the place we had our first date on." He replies, making me smirk at how sweet my boyfriend is.
"Alright then. Should I go change first?" I ask and he shakes his head no.
"You look perfect." He assures me.
"Here you go." The bartender hands me our 2 beers and the plate of nachos. I thank him and smile before I walk to where Ashton is sitting.
"Still, every man's dream." He comments as I approach him, bringing a smile to my face.
"Is that so?" I cock an eyebrow as I set the glasses and the plate on our table.
"A gorgeous woman, beer, and snacks... And I get to live the dream with the most gorgeous woman of them all." He replies, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"What a lucky man you are..." I giggle, leaning my head on his chest.
"I am. Wanna play some darts?" He asks, pointing to the dart target on the wall behind us.
"Sure." I nod.
"But first..." I hand him his glass.
"What should we drink to?" I ask, raising my glass.
"To the best decision I took 2 years ago. And to tonight. The night 2 lovers celebrate their time together." He says, clinging our glasses together.
"And that's why you write and perform songs for a living and I am not." I chuckle before I take a sip.
"What do you mean?" He asks, bringing a nacho to my lips.
"I mean that you always have an ease with words. You know what to say, and how to phrase it beautifully." I state after I swallow my bite.
"Well, the benefits of dating a musician, right?" He winks before he turns to grab the darts.
"One of the many." I reply, picking 2 darts from his hand.
"I know you didn't have fun tonight." He sighs, leaving a kiss on my forehead as I take my position to throw the first dart.
"I had fun." I protest.
"Lauren texted me about your mom. I know she is still not over the fact we are staying in a hotel. Which if you ask me is kinda stupid. But it shouldn't get you down." He whispers, stepping in front of me and placing his palms on each side of my face.
"It was kinda bummy. I was looking forward to a girls' night with our moms." I pout and he pulls me into a hug.
"I know. But it isn't your fault, ok?" He whispers, leaning down to kiss me.
"Let's forget about it and have fun tonight..." I whisper against his lips.
"Whatever you want." He smiles, grabbing the darts from my hand and giggling mischievously.
I make my way to our bed, where Ashton is already cozy under the duvet. I raise the duvet and get on the bed, resting on his side as he is still reading his book.
"I thought you were tired and you would doze off before I came." I comment, leaving a kiss on his naked shoulder.
"I can't sleep without you on my chest." He replies, shutting the book and putting it on the bedside table.
"Cheesy..." I snortle and he hums.
"I know you like cheesy stuff."
"I have been doing some thinking today while you were at my mom's and I..."
"What is it, baby? You can tell me anything." I state, trying to sit up but he pushes me gently back to laying my head on his shoulder.
"Have you regretted moving out of New York? And especially moving out for me?" He asks me. I can hear the worry in his voice, the insecurity coming out along the question.
"Never. I didn't even need a second thought on it. And between me and you, I don't think I will ever regret it." I say, turning my head to look at him.
"You are saying that because I am right here." He states and I shake my head no.
"I am saying that because it is how I feel. It was one of my greatest choices. Living with you is dreamy. And I will never regret leaving my tiny, lonely apartment for our big, aesthetically pleasing, warm, full of love house." I say and hear him hum in satisfaction.
"Great. Cause I think moving in with me in California was one of your greatest choices." He replies, smiling from ear to ear.
"Baby... Babe..." I hear Ashton's voice as he shakes me lightly.
"My mom called and she needs me there early." He whispers, stroking my back.
"Oh, shit. Wait a moment, let me just put on something real quick." I groan, trying to get up.
"No, no. I'll go over now and come pick you up for dinner. Sleep and take your time getting ready." He assures me, kissing my forehead softly.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come now? I can help with whatever." I yawn.
"I am sure. Love you, see you in a few hours." He whispers, leaving a kiss on my lips before he gets up from the bed.
"Love you. Take care." I say as he leaves the room.
I tried going back to sleep but all that I achieved was letting myself rest 20 more minutes. Since there is no point for me to twist and turn on the bed, I decide to get up, order a small snack and a cup of coffee and get ready for dinner. Technically, I have more than 5 hours until food will be served, but taking my time to glam up is always a pleasant time for me.
So, I sprawl out all my makeup, well, the makeup I packed for the trip, I put on a mask and some music and I have my own little dress-up game.
I usually don't feel anxious about having dinner with either of our families, but this is going to be the first time both our families will be together. Which of course is enough to put me in so much stress to turn me into a nervous wreck. Good thing is that this time Ashton will be there to go through that with me.
"Love, are you ready?" I hear Ashton's voice, signaling that he is here. I peak my head out of the bathroom door, smiling as I see him change his clothes.
"I am as ready as I can be. You seem to be the one who is not, though." I giggle, walking out of the bathroom.
"Just a quick change. I'll be done until you have your shoes on." He replies. I run my hand over his bare back and hum, admiring the firm muscles under my touch.
"Or maybe we can stall it a bit..." I suggest, moving in front of him and tracing his chest with my finger.
"We could, but then we would have to deal with a hungry mob." He replies, earning a groan from me.
"You look really gorgeous today, princess." He whispers, pulling me to his body by my waist.
"Do I?" I wiggle my eyebrows.
"You always do. But today... Damn today..." He groans and I smirk, biting my bottom lip.
"Well, you don't have enough time to admire me right now. We have to go face the hungry mob." I tease him and move away from him, smirking mischievously as I sit down to put on my shoes.
"Where is everyone? They are supposed to be here by now..." I ask as we enter the house. People are supposed to be in here, at least my close family and his.
"They are probably in the backyard. That's what my mom wanted me for. We thought that it is too nice of a day to stay in, plus, it will be easier to fit everyone in the backyard than in the dining room." Ashton replies as he sets the gifts on the island. He takes my hand in his and we walk to the backyard, preparing ourselves for an evening with our families.
"Hi, guys... Merry Christmas." I cheer as I see everyone gathered in the backyard.
"Merry Christmas." Everyone cheers as well. I move to hug everyone and wish them individually, smiling brightly as I feel Ashton's eyes on me.
"Do you need any help with setting up?" I ask Anne-Marie after I am done greeting everyone.
"No honey. I have everything under control." She smiles at me.
"If you need any help, I am right here." I state and she nods.
"I appreciate that." She assures me. I feel a tap on my shoulder, getting my attention to the person behind me. I find Ashton, smiling softly at me.
"Mind if I steal my girl for a while?" Ashton asks his mom who shakes her head no.
"Just be here soon. Food will be served in a bit." She says as Ashton wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me inside.
"Where are you taking me?" I ask once we are out of earshot.
"I want to show you something in my childhood bedroom." He says, making me slap his shoulder.
"Ashton Fletcher Irwin, we are in a house full of our relatives." I protest but he chuckles.
"Not that, you sex-crazed freak." He giggles, shaking his head.
"What do you want to show me?" I ask.
"If you stay patient for 30 more seconds, you will find out." He replies, unlocking his old bedroom door.
He gestures me to get in, holding the door, and waiting. I step in, finding the blinders closed and the only source of light coming from the fairy lights that are hanging around the room.
I look around the room, finding pictures hanging from strings on the walls. The pictures are polaroids, taken during our dates, some from our everyday life. Others that are candid and I didn't know they existed. I touch one of them, inspecting it and finding that it is one from the first time I visited on tour, 4 or 5 months into our relationship. In the picture, I am hugging him like a koala and he is hugging me while laughing. This must have been taken by Calum; he was always our paparazzi and biggest supporter of our relationship.
The next picture is from a photo booth, 4 little pictures, 4 pictures where Ashton and I look like we are kids again.
"Ash, this is beautiful." I gasp, turning to take a look at my boyfriend. My hands fly to my mouth as I find him down on one knee, smiling at me. My heart stops beating, I refuse to believe that this is real for a moment.
"My beautiful (Y/N). You said I am good at saying the right things, in the right way, but truth is that every time I look at you, words tangle and they reform into nothing. I lose my words just by looking at you. But somehow, you are my biggest muse. I get scared of losing you, so most of the nights I jump out of sleep, just to find you next to me. And when I see you there, I feel my mind relax and I feel content. I have everything that I need, right in front of me. And all I want, all I wish is for you to accept spending the rest of your life with me. So, (Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), will you honor me and become my wife?" He asks, looking at me for my reaction. I am full-on sobbing right now, feeling my heart flutter in my chest as I try to find the words.
"Yes! Yes... Oh my God, yes!" I say, sniffling, kneeling down in front of him. I cup his cheeks with my hands, bringing my lips to his. He kisses me back softly, holding me close.
"I love you, so so much." He whispers as he takes my hand in his.
"I love you, so much." I giggle as he slips the ring on my finger.
"It looks so much better on you than on the box." He jokes, stroking his thumb over the ring.
"Everything looks great on me." I chuckle and he smiles at me.
"I can't wait to see you on your wedding dress." He whispers, pecking on my forehead.