Short but ehh. hope you like it. =]
Isabel’s POV
So we’ve been playing Truth or Dare for about an hour now. Harry had the brilliant idea that every time someone answers/does the Truth or Dare they were given we take a drink of booze.
Of course every one being them said yes, except Shelby and I. Sooner than later Mike convinced Shelby. Luke called me a wussy. But me being me said yes. One, because Luke was calling me names and saying I was chicken.
Two, because Ashton and Niall convinced me. So now I’m drunk as hell. “Isabel are you even listening to me?” Zayn interrupted my thoughts. “Huh? What?” I said as best as I could.
He sighed, before he said. “I said. Truth or Dare?” Oh. Derp. “Dare.” I said simply. “I dare you to…go with Luke to his room.” I raise my eyebrow. “What?” I asked. Did I hear him correctly? “I dare you to go to Luke’s room with him.” He repeated.
He doesn’t sound or look drunk. Guess he can hold his liquor. “No. I want a different dare.” I demanded. Fuck I don’t care how much I like him I’m not going with him like this. Hell nah.
“Is there something wrong with my dare.” He asks. “Yes there absolutely is. I don’t want to do it. I want a different one.” I say. “I say no. You have to do it.” He said. “Fuck that.” I get up.
“Isabel just do it. I’m sure he won’t hurt you” Niall says. “I said no.” I tell him. “Guys, just give her another one.” Ashton defends me. “Isabel. Just do it.” Niall tells me.
“I might be drunk off my arse, but that doesn’t mean in going to fucking do it.” I say. “Since when do you cuss.” Harry asks me. “Since you almost broke your fucking face in.” I say. Harry just scoff. “Ashton can you take me home? Please.”
“Why you leaving?! If you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to. Just move on. Damnit.” Luke shouts. “I. Want. To. Leave. One, coz I can. And two, coz my head hurts.” I say. “C’mon Shelby. We can come back tomorrow.”
“Okay. Yeah, my head hurts too. Is Ashton taking us?” She asks. “I hope so. – Are you Ash?” I ask him. “Umm. Yeah. Let’s go. I’m not that drunk. Is Shelby’s bag still in Luke’s car?” He says.
“Yeah. Car is open. Lock it after.” Luke says. “Okay.” Ashton says. “C’mon Iz, Shelby.” He tells us. “Bye.” Shelby waves. She walks away with Ashton. “I’m sorry Izzy.” Malik boy says. “It’s okay. I just don’t want to do it.”
Zayn shrugs. “This is bullshit.” Luke mumbles. “Well bye to you too Hemmings!” I shout and walk away. “Whatever.” Luke says loudly. I walk out the front door and walk to Ashton’s car, where he is putting Shelby’s bag in the back. Whereas Shelby is already in the back seat of the car.
“Hey Iz.” Ashton says as he shuts the back door. He walks towards me. “You okay?” He asks. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?” I say. “Just asking. – Let’s get in the car. It’s freezing out here.” He grabs my hand and walks me to the passenger side.
He opens the door. “Thank you.” I thank him. He gives me a cute smile. Awe. He shuts the door. “He likes you Iz.” Shelby says right when he closes the door. “What. No he doesn’t. Your cray Shel.” I say. Ashton gets in the car. “I’m not blind Isabel. But you can believe whatever you want.” She says. I just stay quiet.
This girl. Why would she think Ashton likes me? I’m not a likable person. I can hear some Calvin Harris coming from the radio. I turn it up a notch. The whole ride was in silence. The occasional hum from Ashton because he likes the song.
When we finally get to my house, Ashton parks the car in the driveway and turns it off. Shelby gets out and opens the back to get her bag. Ashton also gets out. I take my time to undo my seat belt. By the time in done Ashton has already bet me to open my door.
“You okay Isabel?” He asks me. “Well I don’t feel as drunk as I did before. So to answer your question yes. I feel okay.” I say. I hope I didn’t sound harsh. “Oh.” He says. Crap. “I’m sorry. That sounded a bit harsh. I’m sorry babe.” I say sincerely. “It’s okay Iz. I won’t take it to heart. Your just a bit upset.” Ashton says. He holds his hand out for me to take.
I grab a hold of his hand and he pulls me out. “Do you want to come in?” I ask.
Ashton’s POV
She takes my hand and I pull her out. “Do you want to come in?” She asks. I can’t help but laugh a bit. If you’re smart you’d know why. “Sure. I’d love to.” I say. She walks away, with a nod. Shelby is already at the door waiting for entrance with her bag. I walk behind her. She takes out her keys and opens the door. We get in and I close the door. “Well Ashton you can sit down and I’ll show Shelby to her room. And I have to change out of this bloody dress.” Isabel says. “Okay. Hey you have juice?” I ask. “You’re such a child. And yes. Yes I do.” She says.
She walks up the stairs with Shelby behind her. I walk to the kitchen and open the cooler. She has juice pouches. Yeah, I’m the child. I roll my eyes. I get a pouch and walk back to the couch. I just sit there. Well until I started getting images in my head that I wish I didn’t coz I know it’s wrong to think that way. But fuck I can’t help it. She’s so fucking beautiful.
I need a damn distraction. Tumblr! I take out my phone and I go on Tumblr. After what seemed like forever I still couldn’t get those images out of my head. And to be completely honest im feeling hard as fuck.
Just imagine her on the bed and she asking me to give her more. Moaning my name.
‘No Ashton stop it! This isn’t you. She doesn’t like you the way you like her. She likes Luke.’ I tell myself
But just maybe – I try to reason.
‘No!’ It says again
Okay. I pout
I just sit there with these things in my head like a fucking tornado. I sit trying to calm myself down. It almost worked until I couldn’t take it anymore, but I didn’t want to…you know…erm…well pleasure myself, in Isabel’s house.
But it’s too damn hard. I. Cant. Even. Describe. This. Feeling. Anymore…I’m screwed. I try to make myself comfortable on the couch. Yerp until I fell on my face. Seconds later Isabel comes rushing down.
“What happened?!” She exclaims. “I was messing around. An I guess I fell.” I say standing up. I try covering up slowly dying boner. “Well. Are you okay? - Do you want to watch a film?” Isabel asks me. She is wearing some black pj shorts, and a white tank top. Her hair is down. God this isn’t helping me at all.
Great images are back.
Isabel is on her knees in front of me, her head bobbing up and down. And
I’m holding her hair out of her face, in a ponytail. Moaning my name. Deep thro-
“Ashton! Are you listening to me?!” Isabel snaps me put of my thoughts. “Oh hey. Sorry, what’s up.” I said calmly. “What film do you want to watch?” She questioned. “Erm. Whichever you want.” I say shyly.
Fuck the boner is back. Shit.
“You okay Ash?” she asks me and she’s…blushing. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I ask. She points down. “That.” “What?” I start. I look down. “Oh. That. It’s one of those…random ones.” I cover quickly. I try covering myself. “Do you want me to call Michael or something?” She giggles.
“What for.” I say curiously. “Coz Mashton is the shit.” She giggles again. Oh I see what she did there. But if she only knew all I need is her. “Nah. I’ll text my babe later.” I play along. “You sure. I could text him to come over. If you like.”
Isabel laugh is so cute. Like holy fuck. Now she was looking through her films looking for one to watch. “Ash, hon. Are you scared of scary films?” she asks. “No. I’m fine with them.” I say. “So you don’t mind if we watch a scary film.”
“Nah.” I say. I actually am a bit scarred of them but, it’s Isabel, I think she is more afraid of them than me. Don’t you think? “Awesome. We’re watching Insidious1 and 2. Okay.” She says. This girl is bad ass. “Okay.” I say. She puts on the movie. But no popcorn! “Hey princess. Do you have snacks?” I ask.
“Of course I do! – In the pantry.” Isabel points to the kitchen. “Okay thanks. Erm you want a juice pouch or something?” I ask. “Yes please. I’ll get the first film ready okay.” She says.
“Okay sweetheart.” I say. I walk into the kitchen and look through the pantry to find some popcorn or something. “Let’s see.” I say to no one in particular. “Popcorn, crisps, cookies.” I say.
“There is candy at the top.” I jump at the voice. I clench my chest. I turn around to find Isabel standing at the door, with a smirk written on her face, clear as day. “You fucking scared me Isabel!” I say.
“I’m sorry sunshine.” She giggles. “Do you want a hug?” She said innocently with her sexy British accent. She walks over to me and opens her arms. I hug her.
Pomegranates. Her hair smells like pomegranates. Sweet. “Tu avez choisi?” She asks. “No I have no idea what I want. – Popcorn maybe.” I say. She lets me out of her embrace, and walks to the open pantry. “Well I want some candy. – here babe.” She hands me a bag of popcorn. She got some sour patch kids.
“Thanks hon.” I say. I put then popcorn to cook.