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wildflowerhigh · 6 years ago

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Can’t Stop Looking At You (a.i.)

Summary: You’re the photographer for 5SOS, and there’s a possibility you and Ashton Irwin have a thing for each other.

Word Count: 2.8K

Click. Click. Click. You snap photos of Calum, Ashton and Luke messing around while waiting around in the airport, while your video camera records their shenanigans for the fans. You were the photographer for their new era of music, and they had quickly accepted you into their friend circle.

Ashton’s multiple glances at you aren’t lost on you, and they aren’t lost on Sierra, who’s seated next to you, either. “Why the hell haven’t you made a move on him yet?” she asks.

You set the cameras down and pack up, as they stop playing around and move towards the terminal with their bags. Ashton looks back at you and smiles, and you shoot a small smile towards him, before he’s dragged away by Calum.

“I don’t know, Sierra, he’s just my friend,” you sigh.

“Bullshit,” she responds promptly. The attendant greets you and checks your ticket.

“Because I’m professional?”

“Nope. Bullshit.”

You sigh again. “What will it take you to leave me alone about this?”

“When you two actually get together, I’ll leave you alone. Actually, maybe not even then. I love you a bit too much for that.” She punches your arm jestfully, and you chuckle.

“Okay, so… I guess I haven’t made a move yet, ‘cause I’m… scared?” Sierra raises a questioning eyebrow. “I mean, he’s Ashton Irwin. What if he isn’t actually into me and I’m just imagining all this?”

You’re inside the plane now, and Sierra almost drops the bag she’s pushing into the overhead compartment when you say that. “Are you kidding me? He’s so fucking into you, and it’s so obvious. Don’t tell me you’re that dense?”

You shrug and settle into your seat. “I don’t like making assumptions, I guess.” You can practically hear Sierra roll her eyes, and she sits down next to you.

“The tension between you two is so thick, I can cut it with a knife. Like literally. I’m not kidding!”

You shake your head, and look away. You’ve always been uncomfortable talking about your feelings. “Whatever, Si, we’re just friends,” you brush her off, waving your hand. She grabs your hand, forcing you to look at her.

“Seriously, girl. Make a move.”

The plane is in the air, and you’ve been forced out of your seat by Luke wanting to sit next to his girlfriend. You aimlessly roam around the business class area of the plane. Calum is fast asleep, while Michael and Crystal are curled up together. Crystal watches something while Michael is asleep on her shoulder.

Your eyes land on Ashton, your only option left for company, and he isn’t asleep. He looks up at you and flashes his gorgeous smile, and like clockwork, you’re drawn to him. Before you know it, you’re standing next to him, and he pauses his in-flight entertainment.

“Luke pushed me out,” you offer as explanation, and he laughs.

“He’s a clingy-ass boyfriend,” he replies, and you agree. “I’m watching a movie, wanna join me?”

You nod and sit down next to him, and he offers you an earbud. He’s watching some dramedy, the name slips your mind, but from your seat, the glare is too much, and you can barely see. You don’t voice your discomfort, and instead lean as much towards Ashton as possible to see, and he notices.

“Shit, you can’t see?” he asks, and you shake your head. His next question is not what you’re expecting, and it throws you off. “Do you wanna sit on my lap?”

The pause after his question is the longest you’ve ever felt, and you’re convinced he can hear your heart thumping. Then he starts trying to cover up- “I mean, ‘cause it’ll be easier for you to see if we share a seat, you know-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you play it off casually, getting up to do as he suggested. After all he’s just your friend, right? Friends don’t sit on each other’s laps, you moron, you hear Sierra’s voice in your head, but you swallow hard and push it to the back of your mind.

You’re shaken by how easily you curl into his body when you sit down, and his arm lands lightly around your waist. Your face is closer to his than it ever has been; he exhales slightly and you can feel it on your face. A wisp of his red hair is fallen across his forehead, but you don’t move to push it away. His eyes are hazel and green with specks of brown swirling around; and are his pupils more dilated than normal, or are you imagining it?

You shut out the alarms blaring in your head about being so close to Ashton’s breathtaking face, and you softly whisper to him, “Movie?”

“Movie,” he nods.

You turn your attention to the screen and try to focus on the movie, but it’s quite difficult with him so close to you. He shifts around slightly, and the brush of his bare skin against yours sends tingles through you. You feel something move under you, but it can’t be what you think; there’s no way he feels that way about you. Right?

Your attempt at being casual is to place your hand on his knee, and he immediately exhales, his breath fanning your neck. He seems distracted as well (by you, a thought pops up, but you push it away). “Adam Sandler is a funny guy, huh?” he says, and you turn to look at him.

Big mistake.

His face is once again, right in front of you, and if possible, closer than before. Your foreheads are almost touching, your noses are slightly touching, and your lips… oh god. His lips are red as a cherry, and you stare at it an inhuman amount of time before pushing your eyes back up to his. You can’t deny that his eyes also drag down your face, landing on your mouth, and out of habit, you slightly bite into your bottom lip. He breathes out, and moves in ever so slightly, and his soft lips brush against yours-

“Excuse me ma’am?” someone interrupts from behind, and you jump up. There’s a flight attendant standing next to you, who probably realizes what she was interrupting. “The plane is about to land, you have to move back to your seat,” she tells you. You nod, running a hand through your hair, and glance at Ashton. He’s pink, mirroring your own face, and you swiftly walk back to your seat, head down.

It’s obvious to everyone around the two of you that you’re avoiding each other. They know something happened between the two of you; but it quickly becomes clear that Ashton hasn’t told anyone what actually went down when they keep bugging you about it, and you don’t tell them either.

Because how do you tell them that nothing actually happened? How do you tell them that you got so close to something happening, and that you wish to any higher powers above that something had happened, that your lips had connected fully, but it didn’t actually? Sierra would beat you up.

You go about doing your job, taking photos of them playing shows and capturing honest moments between the four goofy men for the fans, but if you’re forced to talk to Ashton, your interaction is short and brisk from the worry that you would be caught staring at his lips.

One night, the whole band and crew have settled in at some hotel. They invite you to go out with them, but you decline because you have work to get done; plus, if you got drunk around Ashton, you might end up doing something you regret. (Or you might not regret it- it is, after all, the deepest darkest desire of your heart.)

You walk back up to your room, mind filled with confused thoughts of want and regret, when you hear footsteps behind you. You turn around to see Ashton, and he pauses when he sees you. “Hey,” he greets, and you wave back awkwardly.

“Not going out?” you ask.

He shrugs and takes a few steps forward. “Didn’t feel like it.”

You nod and turn your attention back to the door. He looks a bit too attractive in the dim lighting of the corridor- you don’t need these kind of thoughts in your head.

“Great photos from the show today,” he continues, and you look up at him and smile slightly. He’s in a black Nirvana t-shirt and jeans that fit him perfectly, and his red curls hang loose.

“Well, that’s ‘cause you played a great show,” you respond, and he laughs. He crosses behind you, and you realize his room is on the same floor, and that’s why he’s there. You keep your eyes on the handle of the door; you feel him pause near you. You cautiously look at him, and he’s looking right at you. It feels like the temperature has suddenly increased by a billion degrees around you. You see the impure thoughts running through your head in his eyes, and when his eyes drop down to your lips like yours did to his, you know for sure.

Just like that, his lips are on yours. One hand of his grabs your waist, while the other moves to your cheek, and he pushes you against the door. Your lips move softly against his, and your hands grab his shirt to pull him closer. His head tilts to the side to kiss you deeper, and your hands slide up his chest.

He pulls at your bottom lip, and you grant his tongue access to slip into your mouth. Your tongues move swiftly with each other, the hand on your cheek sliding down your body. You finally pull away, out of breath, and your hand comes to rest on his jaw, his forehead pressed to yours.

“Wanna come inside?” you murmur.

“Hell yes,” he whispers, and you grin and pull him into your room.

You wake up the next morning, cuddled into Ashton’s chest. He wakes up as well when you shift. His sleepy eyes squint at you, and he lazily smiles before pecking you on the lips.

“I should probably go,” he murmurs, but makes no effort to move. He pulls you towards him when you try to get out of bed. You laugh and kiss him, and you can feel his smile widen against your lips.

“You probably should, yeah. I think I heard someone say we’re leaving at 10, and it’s-” you check the clock, “-8:30. Not a lot of time.” You run your fingers through his hair, and he kisses you again.

“I’m so glad I didn’t go out with the others last night,” he says, and you hum in agreement, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“But you can’t tell anyone about though, at least not for a while,” you say, and he raises his eyebrows. “I don’t wanna give Sierra the satisfaction of being right.”

He chuckles, and his shirtless chest vibrates. “Yeah, Michael and Calum were being snarky bitches about it too.” His hazel eyes are filled with warmth, and when he looks at you, you feel like your heart is soaring. “Can we do this again?” he asks, and you giggle and kiss him again.

“Duh, dummy. I’m not letting you go that easily,” you reply, and his hand on your back slides down. You press your lips to his, and he deepens the kiss, pushing you down onto your back and climbing on top of you. His lips move to your neck, and start moving further down, when your phone rings. You swear and push him off you, and reach to answer it.

“Get ready quick, we’re leaving soon,” the manager’s voice crackles through the phone, and you roll your eyes, acknowledge his statement and hang up. Ashton is looking at you questioningly, and you inform him of what you were just told.

He groans and starts kissing your neck again, and you pull him up by his hair and kiss him deeply. “We have to get ready,” you say after pulling away. You move to get out, and he follows you. You wrap a bathrobe you found in the closet around you as he quickly changes into the clothes lying on the floor.

“See you at breakfast?” he asks, and you nod, and you kiss one last time, barely able to pull away when he leaves. He cautiously looks outside and then sneaks out of the room, and you’re left with an uncontrollable smile on your face.

Surprisingly, the two of you are able to keep your hands off each other through breakfast, in front of your friends. None of them suspect anything happened, though Sierra does look at you a little skeptically.

Ashton gives excuses that he’s helping you edit the photos and videos taken during shows so as to hang out with you (though you don’t really get any editing done when he’s around, but you’re not complaining). Because you can’t go out on a proper date without the others finding out, you order room service and watch movies together as dates. You’re even comfortable calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend, but you don’t want anyone to find out just yet.

One day, the whole team is free and the boys don’t have a show, so you and Ashton are making out in your room in the afternoon. You pull off the red shirt he’s wearing, throw it to the floor and kiss his neck, when you hear a knock on the door.

Obviously, you weren’t expecting it, so you both immediately panic. You quickly push Ashton into the bathroom, straightening your clothes and hair, and open the door to find Calum standing outside, looking a little puzzled.

“Have you seen Ashton anywhere?” he asks, looking into the room. “We have some meeting now, and he wasn’t in his room, so I figured he must be here, helping you with your work.”

“No, no, he isn’t, sorry,” you reply, leaning against the door. His eyes scan the room, eyes narrowing, and you awkwardly add, “If I see him, I’ll tell him about the meeting thing!”

Calum nods discreetly, still looking around a little suspiciously. “So, he’s not here. Sure. Okay. Thanks.” He slowly backs away from the room, then smiles at you, and walks away.

You shut the door and sigh. Ashton creeps open the door of the bathroom and peeps out. “Is he gone?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, gesturing to him to come out.. “He was acting a little weird, though. Do you think he…?” you drift off, and Ashton shakes his head.

“Nah, we’ll be fine, don’t worry,” he replies and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Oh, and you have a meeting thing,” you inform, and he nods, pulling on his shirt.

“I’ll see you soon,” he says, pecking you on the lips, and leaves.

A little later in the evening, you step out of your room to go out for dinner with everybody. You run into Ashton in the elevator, and you both go down together, casually talking. The others are waiting for you, but when they see you both, they immediately start acting weird. You greet them and look around in confusion, hoping you’ll get an explanation.

“So, uh, how’s the helping going, Ashton?” Michael randomly brings up. “I hear it’s very… hard.”

“Yeah, I heard it blows,” Calum says, and Michael chuckles before covering his mouth with his hand, and you promptly realize what’s going on.

“But having you around must be quite handy for her,” Sierra says.

“Yeah, you must leave her very… satisfied in the end,” Luke adds, and he immediately hides his face in Sierra’s shoulder. You can hear his laughter coming out of his muffled mouth, while the other three ineffectively try to hide their smiles.

You roll your eyes and share a look with Ashton, before looking back at them. “So you guys know,” he deadpans, provoking instant laughter from all four of them.

Sierra gets up to hug you, still laughing and says, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” You merely shrug.

“How did you guys know?” you question, and they all turn to Calum.

“You said he wasn’t in the room, but the shirt he was wearing in the morning was lying on the floor,” Calum responds, and you and Ashton look at each other stupidly, and he facepalms slightly.

“Well, no need to hide anymore. I get to make out with you in public now,” Ashton says, pulling you closer by the waist and kissing you, to a chorus of distaste, and you smile.

“So, are you two just hooking up, or like dating?” Michael asks.

“Uh, I think my girlfriend and I are dating,” Ashton states, smirking. He wraps his hand around your shoulder amid hoots and cheers from the others. “Now, can we please go to dinner?”

Everyone agrees and starts moving to get up, and you wrap your arm around Ashton’s waist. “Boyfriend. I like the sound of that,” you say, and he flashes his beautiful grin at you and kisses your forehead. All smiles, you lean into him, and you both walk out of the hotel together.

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