15: What Become Of The Broken Hearted

                                    

                                          
**WARNING: Things get a little heated in this chapter... YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! 
                          
(did I say a little?? I meant a lot!! ;D)

                          
 *Ashton's POV*
                          
"Luke, stay here ok. I'll be back later." I called on my way out the door. I dropped him off at my mum's house to get cleaned up. Knowing Luke's mum, she would flip if she saw Luke like this. I got in my old car and put the pedal to the metal, I had to get to where I was going as soon as possible.
                          
When I finally reached the house I rushed to the door and knocked on it. I nervously waited for someone to open it. I straighten out my shirt, fixed my hair and took a deep breath. The door opened.
                          
"Ashton? What are you doing here?" she asked, clearly surprised. I pulled out my phone and showed her the text I had received.
                          
"Ashton, I-"
                          
"I thought you loved me." I looked down at the ground in shame.
                          
"Don't be stupid, Ashton, of course I love you!"
                          
"Am I not good enough for you? Is that it Bella?" I asked looking up from the ground. She didn't answer me. I turned around, walking away from the house. I didn't turn around despite her many begs and pleas.
                          
"Ashton, stop!" She demanded. I turned around, slightly angered.
                          
"Does this mean nothing to you?" I raised my voice gesturing to the both of us.
                          
"Yes, it does."
                          
"No. Obviously it doesn't."
                          
"Ashton, we can't live like this. Not with you being away all the time." She cried. I got in my car and closed the door cutting her off. I could back out of that driveway fast enough.
                          
I spent the next 10 minutes or so just driving around, trying to think of somewhere to go. I really didn't want to go home. I pulled over and started scrolling through my phone contacts. I stopped at one of the names; Arielle. I was in completely the wrong mood but I had to check up on her. I put my phone down and started driving again.
                          
*Arielle's POV*
                          
I reached up, barely able to keep my balance on the chair. I felt my hand clasp around the object I was looking for.
                          
"Yes!" I cheered. I lost my balance on the chair and plummeted to the ground. I heard a knock at the door. I wobbled on my knees as I got up to answer the door. I eventually made it to the door and swung it open dramatically.
                          
"Ashton!" I squealed, hugging him tightly. I pulled back and put one hand behind my back. "Want some?" I teased holding the object next to my face with my other hand and shaking it sideways slightly.
                          
"I don't think you should be drinking that." He pointed at the bottle of whisky in my hand.
                          
"And why not?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.
                          
"Because." He said, reaching out for the bottle.
                          
"Nuh, uh, ah." I smiled, pulling it from his reach. "Only if you drink some."
                          
"I don't want any." He stated.
                          
"Oh, don't be silly, of course you do." I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the door kicking the door shut behind me with a loud bang.
                          
We went into the lounge room. "Here." I handed him the bottle. He hesitated for a moment before sculling half of the, was full, bottle in one go. Ashton sat on the couch while I searched around the room full of bottles for any that weren't empty yet. I found a few in the centre of the coffee table. Looking over at Ashton, I noticed he had already finished the bottle so I grabbed an extra bottle for him. He drank it with the same quick speed as he did the other.
                          
----- a few hours later -----
                          
*Ashton's POV*
                          
"Arielle! Sit down you goof!" I laughed. I was laughing so hard I could just die at any moment. I had lost all sense, I was absolutely bonkers and I hadn't stopped to think about what I was actually doing since I read the text that ended up with my return home.
                          
"No! I'm a bird!" she barely managed, her speech was really bad, mine was too so I couldn't complain.
                          
"Stop jumping on the couch, I'm trying to sleep." I groaned. "My head hurts." She stop jumping and laid on top of me cuddling her arms around my waist.
                          
"Ashton? Ashton! Wake up! Wake up!" She yelled in my ear, obviously waiting for me to open my eyes. "Why are you sleeping?"
                          
I jumped up and threw her to the other end of the couch; I climbed on top of her.
                          
"Is this awake enough for you?" I smiled looking down at her. I leaned down closer to her, unaware of what I was trying to do. The distance between us was closed quickly.
                          
Kiss after kiss after kiss, I enjoyed Arielle's soft touch. I pressed into her harder taking over with a little control.
                          
"Ashton." She mumbled under my lips.
                          
"Mmmm." I answered, my tongue was inside her mouth, I had no control over it. The soft moans coming from Arielle's mouth only encouraged me. I lifted myself off the couch without my mouth leaving hers and grabbed her waist pulling her with me. I walked across the room and slammed her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around my torso and put her hands into my hair, she sifted through the strands of my hair with her fingers. I pulled my lips from hers and kissed along her jaw before heading down to her neck. I pushed my hips harder into her, forcing her against the wall even more.
                          
"Ashton!" I brought my face back to hers and smiled. "First door on the left." She threw her lips back against mine. I started to follow her directions. She trailed her lips across my cheekbone and started tugging on my earlobe with her teeth. A soft moan escaped my lips when she started leaving sloppy kisses right behind my earlobe where it reconnected with my face. I stumbled into the room Arielle had directed me to go to and laid her down roughly on the bed. I pulled back and ripped off my shirt and shorts leaving me in only my boxers. Arielle stood up on the edge of the bed stripping her clothes off until she was in only her bra and underwear. She kneeled back down onto the bed and slowly crawled backwards towards the centre of the bed. She held out her hand, gesturing for me to come over using only her pointer finger. I crawled onto the bed and towards her. When I reached her she slipped underneath me in perfect sync as I continued to move forwards until our faces met. I grabbed her waist tightly and rolled over, pulling her with me quickly in one swift movement. She sat up straddling my waist; I placed my hands on the flat of her back pulling myself up with her. I slowly crept my hands up and unclipped her bra. I threw it off and laid back down getting a good look at her. She pulled her long hair from its ponytail and shook it letting it fall around her shoulders. She leaned down on me and we kissed a while. I felt a pair of hands on top of my own, she guided them down her waist and sat them on the waist band of her underwear, she inched them down a few centimetres using my hands before removing her hands and placing them on to my own. She pulled them down all the way in a quick movement; I kicked them off before sliding my hands down the back of Arielle's underwear and using the backs of my wrist to slip them off. I put one hand firmly on her bum and used to other to slip them off all the way past her ankles. I rolled over again so that I was on top again; I sat up again for a moment and looked down at her. My mind still hadn't caught up with what was going on.  
                          
"Ashton." Arielle whined from underneath me.
                          
"What?" I asked.
                          
"Hurry up." She giggled.
                          
"Are you sure? Michael said that you've a virgin though, I don't think it's fair that I be the one who-" before I could finish my sentence, Arielle cut me off.
                          
Before I had knew what was happening, Arielle rolled us over lifted herself off my body, moved slightly and lowered herself onto me. Her mouth fell open as she gasped.
                          
"Too late, Ashton."