I woke up to birds chirping outside my window, and looked at my clock - 4:39am. That's weird, I never wake up this early unless I have to. It's not even hardly light outside! I rolled back over and tried to fall back asleep, but my headache was back in full force. I threw the covers off and forced myself to get out of bed. Tripping over the clothes I'd left in the middle of the floor last night, I felt around for the door handle. I'm so glad I know my way around this house because I don't even have to open my eyes to find my way downstairs. I stumble downstairs and trip over a pair of shoes. Wait, we all keep our shoes in our bedrooms so why are there shoes there? And why can I hear the tv? I opened my eyes slowly and blink a couple times.
"Well good morning Sleeping Beauty," a familiar voice cuts through my sleepy haze. "I'm honestly quite shocked that you're the first one awake," the voice continued. "I'd been betting on Taylor or Brit." I'd slept in my contacts last night, and now I couldn't see; I rubbed my eyes and blinked again.
"Ashton??" I rasped incredulously. He grinned, trying not to laugh at my morning voice.
"Live and in person," he winked and stood up, opening his arms for a hug. I shuffled over to him and slipped into his arms; I felt like a child next to him.
"I missed you," I half whispered, taking care not to wake the other girls. He folded me in a hug and I leaned my head against his chest.
"I missed you too," he replied and I could practically hear the smile in his voice. Ashton was my best guy friend besides Niall. He was my partner in crime as far as matchmaking goes, and he was always a good one to talk to because he actually listened. In fact since things have gotten a bit weird between Niall and I, he would probably be the person I'd end up sharing everything with. Of course, it was much too early to process anything other than the fact that Ashton was here at my house at 4:40 in the morning.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned as I broke off the hug. He sat down and patted the seat next to him. I sat down and grout an arm around me.
"Well I told you I was going to be flying in, I just didn't know when," he explained. I rolled my eyes.
"I know that, but I mean what are you doing here. At my house. At 4:45 in the morning." I looked at him pointedly.
"Well, you know how I've been in London the last few weeks?" He asked. I nodded, he'd been working on re-recording some parts for the new 5SOS album. "I left straight from the studio and got in about 6pm last night. I'm still on London time so it's about," he checked his watch, "12:47pm right now. And the boys were all asleep so I figured I'd come over here and surprise you all when you woke up. Of course I forgot how late you all sleep, but then you woke up and here we are!" He finished his little story and grinned.
"And how did you even get into the house?" I questioned. He held up a key. "Hey! That's my key! I wondered where that went," I exclaimed.
"Oh, well I stole it," he said casually.
"I noticed," I drily replied. "You can't even keep track of your own keys, but you've had mine for what, the last 3 months?" Ashton was notorious for losing his keys.
"2 and 1/2 months actually," he shot back.
"Still, do you know how much crud the girls gave me for that? They made this huge deal about it, but I can't wait to tell them it was all your fault!" I said poking him in the chest for emphasis.
"And watch them still blame it on you," he said grinning mischievously.
"That's the way it seems to work around here isn't it. You flash your little smile and everyone goes 'oh Ashton it's ok that you stole a key to our house, at least you're cute!'" I roll my eyes, he's completely ridiculous. He makes a face at me and sticks his tongue out.
"Don't be jealous - even though y's completely true!" He laughs and again I roll my eyes. I want to make a witty comment but instead I yawn.
"It's weird that I'm even awake at all, I never get up this early unless I have to so I'm not sure what woke me up." I looked over at Ashton who suddenly looked guilty. "Ashton Fletcher Irwin," my voice took a warning tone. "Would you care to explain exactly why I'm awake at this time?"
"I'd actually rather not...." he said slowly.
"It wasn't really a question," I said looking at him icily. If he's the reason I woke up so early there will be consequences. He mumbled something under his breathe and then cleared his throat.
"Well...." he began, rubbing the back of his neck. "I came over here and I was bored and I was wondering if anyone was up so I went upstairs." I raised my eyebrows. "I swear I didn't peek in on anyone, but I just listened at the doors, and when I got to your door I tripped over that bloody table that you guys keep on the landing and I fell into your door and ran downstairs and I'm pretty sure that's when you woke up." He finished quickly. I tried to be mad, I really did, but it was such a classic Ashton move that I cracked a smile and stifled a giggle. Ashton looked up and smiled sheepishly. "Well, you're not very nice, laughing at my embarrassment."
"You're lucky I'm laughing at all! You woke me up buddy, and that's not something I take lightly," I scolded trying to keep a straight face.
"Yeah it looks like it," he grumbled. "Whatever can I do to make it up to you," he asked robotically.
"Well for starters you can make me a cup of coffee," I replied with queenly airs.
"Yeah, yeah," he waved me off of him and went into the kitchen. I could hear him fiddling around with the Keurig, and soon the rich scent of coffee filled the air. I was starting to fall asleep again when Ashton walked back in with two steaming mugs of liquid heaven. Taking a sip of my caramel flavored coffee, I could feel my eyelids get heavier and heavier. Ashton noticed and took my mug away from me before I spilled it. I closed my eyes and tucked my feet underneath me and leaned into him. The last thing I remember thinking before I fall asleep is how glad I am to have a friend like him.
I walk up the steps to the girls' house. I had texted Andra this morning to check on her, but I never got a response. Brit and Taylor both said that she was asleep when they left for work and Megan was most likely still asleep as well since she hadn't text me back either. It was almost 11 and Andra and I had made plans to have a Star Wars marathon today. I knocked on the door but didn't get a response which didn't surprise me too much. The spare key was in the potted plant by the door so I unlocked it and walked in. Off to the left was the 'Parlour,' the nice living room that no one ever went into. At the end of the hallway the house opened up into the main living space where most of the time was spent. Both the kitchen and he stairs were off of that room. I was about to head up the stairs when I heard a noise behind me. There on the couch was Andra and Ashton. Her head was on his chest, his face buried in her hair. His arms were wrapped around her holding her close; both were fast asleep. A small smile played at the corner of Andra's mouth as she sighed in her sleep and snuggled closer to Ashton. My vision went fuzzy, and I clenched my fists. It wasn't until that moment that I realised the extent of just how much I cared for her. I had always been good friends with Ashton, but right then I wanted to punch him in the nose and tell him just where he could get off. I took a deep breath, and turned around. She clearly didn't feel the same way I did. She'd made her choice and even though I hated him right now, he was a great guy and would treat her right. I guess I should have known she wouldn't pick me. She'd never pick me. No one did. Oh sure, I had a lot of fans, but all the girls I was ever actually interested in chose someone else, or simply didn't like me in that way. I was just a really good friend. And isn't that what she'd just told me last night? That I was 'such a good friend?' I looked back at the two of them lying there together. Ashton and Andra. Their names even sounded good together. "Be good to her mate," I whispered as I walked back down the hall. She didn't like me like that, she never would. And with that depressing thought I let myself out of the house.