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[larrydoinglaundry]

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[honeybunash]

Three Missed Calls at 2 am

Warnings: kinda angst?, some fluff?, mentions of drinking, cursing

Requested?: nope

Prompt?: best friends to lovers no. 2, 8, and 14 

Pairing: best friend!Ashton x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k+

A/N: This is my first ever writing and I’m super nervous to post this but here it is!!! I wrote this all in one night and I stayed up way too late to finish it but it was worth it bc i’m lowkey super proud of it! Hope you enjoy! Also I’m so bad at endings so sorry that the end is so shitty in advance

Summary: You blacked out one night and you may or may not have drunk-dialed your best friend and confessed your love to him

Admittedly, you didn’t make some of the best decisions of your life last night. In all honestly, you barely remember it. It started off with you and your girlfriends taking shots and once they headed to the dance floor, you stayed back and took a few (a lot) more by yourself. After that, everything was black until you opened your eyes to the sunlight flooding your living room the next morning. Head pounding, you let out a frustrated moan, annoyed that you keep letting yourself do this. You try to roll over but, not realizing you’re on the couch, you roll right off and land on the hardwood floor. Too tired and hungover to care, you curl up on the hard ground with the blanket that your girlfriends placed over you. They also took off all your makeup and made sure there was advil and a large glass of water on the table next to the couch. You already expected this since they’ve done the same treatment for the past few days whenever you come home so drunk you don’t even remember your own name. They think you’re just stressed out and need something to take your mind off everything so you’re constantly intoxicating yourself. You know the real motivation behind it but you’d never tell them because if you did, they wouldn’t let you leave the house again. Instantly regretting curling up, you attempt to stand up but as soon as you put any pressure on your left foot, sharp pains shoot up your leg. You manage to crawl onto the couch and notice a note next to the water and advil.

Good morning Y/N! Hope you enjoyed the 15 shots you had last night that made you black out! You went a little too wild on the dance floor and twisted your left ankle. You couldn’t walk at all so we had to leave early. Ellie carried you home while the rest of us made sure you didn’t puke on anyone or anything. Thanks for making us carry you home for the third time this week! Really appreciate it. Anyways there’s extra pancakes in the fridge and Natasha cut up some strawberries so those are in there too. Try to take it easy and don’t put pressure on your ankle. Take your advil and drink a shit ton of water. Don’t plan on going out again any time soon. Your ankle and your liver need a break. See you tonight. -Tina

You roll your eyes while you swallow the advil and down the rest of the water. “Really appreciate it.” Fuck off Tina you’re acting like we’ve never had to carry your drunk ass home from drinking too many dollar margaritas or when we had to go to ER to get your stomach pumped after Julian broke up with you? Grow the fuck up. And “Don’t plan on going out again anytime soon.” Excuse me? Who the fuck are you? My mother? Ugh.

You go to check your phone and once you realize it’s dead, you also realize that you have to somehow get up the stairs to get to your charger in your room even though you can barely walk. Such a great start to the morning!

It takes you ten minutes to cross your living room, go up the stairs, and across the disgusting mess your room is, trying not to twist your other ankle while you step over the piles of dirty clothes,  bags, and any other belongings that line your floor. You plop onto your bed and plug in your phone, waiting for it to turn on. As you lay there, you hear the deadbolt to your apartment unlocking and the fast paced thuds of boots heading towards your room. The door to your room opens and you see it’s your best friend. He’s visibly frustrated and his chest is rising and falling quickly under his shirt.

“Hey Ash, what’re you doing here?” you ask him groggily.

“Why the fuck do you think I’m here?” He responds, slamming the door shut.

“I don’t know, you wanted to check up on me to make sure I didn’t die last night?”

“Oh, I know you didn’t die last night.” He snaps back.

“Well that’s good, right? Here I am! Alive and well! Kinda!” The frustrated look on Ashton’s face isn’t going away. “What’s going on? Did I do something?”

“Yes you fucking did something, Y/N.”

“Well obviously I don’t know what I did so would you just tell me?”

Ashton rubs his temples with forefinger and thumb and looks at the ground. “Have you not checked your phone yet this morning?”

“No. It was dead and I just came up here to plug it in.”

“Maybe you should check it.”

You keep your eyes on him as you reach for your phone. You check your notifications but there’s nothing that seems urgent enough for your best friend to burst into your apartment to confront you about it at ten in the morning.

“Ash I don’t see anything what’s going on?” You search for any answers in his eyes but you can’t find anything.

“Check your call history.”

You immediately check it and see that you called him three times last night. “So I called you a couple times in the middle of the night, what’s the big deal?”

He tilts his head back in frustration. “Do you not remember calling me?”

“No. I blacked out at like midnight. What’s this all about?”

“So you called me while you were drunk.”

“Yes I just told you that I was out by midnight and these calls were at like 2 am.”

“You know what happens when you call people when you’re drunk.”

What the fuck happens when I call people when I’m drunk?

After giving Ashton some confused looks, he exhales sharply, looks at the floor, and then looks you right in the eye. “So are we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?”

Fuck. You just stare at him, unable to form a sentence. Did you really do this? The one thing you’ve been always dreaded doing?

“I-I did?” you manage to stutter out. He pulls out his phone and plays one of the voicemails you left him.

“Heyyy Ash! I’m at the club right now with El, Nat, and Tina and I maayybe had a few too many drinks. But don’t tell them! I don’t want them to get mad at me. Uhhh anywayss I just wanted to let you know that I love you a lot. Like a lot. I know that I tell you that alllll the time but like I really mean it this time, okay? And it’s like more than just as a best friend, ya know? cause like you’re my favorite person on this whoolleee entire planet and I don’t think you know. I mean, you might, but I doubt I would’ve told you this when I was sober. But you know what they say! Drunk words are sober thoughts! So yeah uh I’m in love with you and now you know. Yay! I can finally get that off my chest.  That’s been sitting there for like two years so I’m glad I don’t have to worry about that anymore. Okay I’ll probably see you tomorrow because you always check up on me in the morning which is so nice by the way and just one of the reasons why I’m so in love with you. Okay! I love you! Byeee!”

You just sit there in utter disbelief, listening to your drunk voice coming out of his phone. This can’t be happening this can’t be happening this can’t be happening this can’t be happening.

“Now do you know why I’m here?”

All you can do is nod. Tears start to well in your eyes as the recording shuts off.

“I have two more just like that. Want to hear those too?” you can hear his voice raising.

“I don’t need to hear anymore.” you burst, stopping Ash from embarrassing you again. “I’m sorry.” This is it. This is how I lose my best friend. Over one stupid drunk phone call. Why the fuck did I have to do that?

He turns around and slams his fist on the door, making you jump. His head hangs down and he takes a deep breath.

“God Y/N, why the fuck are you like this?” He turns back around to look at you. “I know that you drunk-dial your exes and any of the guys you flirt with on tinder... but me? Why me?” Your heart breaks at your best friend’s words and it breaks even more as your eyes meet his, filled with hurt and confusion. There’s no helping it now as tears drip down your face and you can see his eyes are tearing up too.

“Ash I’m-“ you begin, but he puts his hand up to stop you. He walks over, narrowly avoiding twisting his own ankle as he sits down on the bed next to you. His breathing is heavy again and you can see his lip quivering slightly. To your surprise, he takes your hand in his, interlacing your fingers. He gives your hand the slightest squeeze.

“Why is your hand so sweaty?” you can’t help but let out a small laugh. “No but seriously why? Am I making you nervous?” His mouth curves into a slight smirk, knowing exactly what your answer is. He takes a deep breath and meets your eyes with his hazel ones again. “I always told myself that I wouldn’t fall in love with my best friend, but here I am.” Wait what? You turn to him and now it’s your turn to look confused. What is he talking about? He isn’t in love with you. He can’t be. That’s impossible why wo- his words cut off your thoughts.

“You remember when you surprised us on tour in LA?” you nod in acknowledgement, eager to hear where this is going to go. “Well that’s when I knew I was in love with you. You were so understanding about everything and you didn’t complain once. Okay except for that one night when we got back in the middle of the night and we were really loud and obnoxious and we woke you up and you were mad. But you got over it once I said I would come cuddle with you so you could fall back asleep.”

You smile at the memory, it was one of the best nights that you spent on tour with them. The two of you cuddled together in your bed that was definitely not made for two people. You were smushed but comfortable. His body heat kept you warm and you fell asleep safely in your best friend’s arms.

“And as I was laying there, I realized that there was no one else that I wanted to be with but you.” Tears immediately start to roll down your face as a wave of emotions washes over you. “I love you, Y/N.” He flashes his beautiful smile at you and you can’t help but smile yourself.

“Say it again.” your words came out more desperate than you wanted.

“What?”

“Say it again. I want you to say it again.” You’re practically begging him.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Ash.”

“Also, just so you know, I’m going to be keeping those voicemails and using them to blackmail you in the future so be prepared.” He says with a smirk.

“Um, no you’re not because those are getting deleted right now.” You laugh and then lunge to grab his phone but end up collapsing on top of him, both of you laughing and fighting for his phone because if any of this was up to you, those recordings would’ve already been deleted.

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