I had my envelope of tickets in my knickers draw, since I knew Aston wouldn’t go there. After getting dressed, I grabbed them out of my drawer before heading in the same trail Aston makes to get to the kitchen. On my way, I fiddle about with the envelope and wonder if he wants me at the tour. Something tells me he doesn’t.
“Hey baby,” I whisper into his right ear, and since he is sat on a stool, I have advantage of leaning on him, “hello gorgeous,” he whispers back and looks up at me before placing his lips onto mine. “I have a little something to tell you,” I say with a giggle and he looks at me with a raised eyebrow “and what’s that?” He asks and I hold up the envelope. His eyebrows crease and then he takes the envelope with me before starting to open it up. When he opens the envelope, he grins “oh yay! JLS tickets, I’m gonna get to see my favourite band,” he says which makes me laugh “aww babe, there’s a problem,” he says and then my happiness wipes off my face as he gets up and wonders to a draw in the kitchen before holding up a similar envelope to mine. I frown and bite my lip, “sorry,” I say quietly “what for?” He asks and I shrug my shoulders, “I must say that my tickets have a better offer,” he says and I see seduction and cheekiness written all over his smirk, “oh really?” I ask with a small amount of sarcasm and he smirks more, “yeah, mine has front row seats, a backstage pass and a ten minute sex session with Aston Merrygold before the show starts,” he says with the same smirk still on his face as he walks up to me and rings his arms around my waist, “sounds like something that you’ve made up,” I whisper while I ring my arms around his neck before biting my lip, “na uh baby, you have a look,” he whispers and places a string of kisses onto my neck. Trying to not get distracted by how hot his kisses are, I open his envelope and pulling out the two tickets before bursting out into laughter. He’d written ten minute sex session with Aston Merrygold before the show in black ink. He’d actually written that on the tickets! While I slow my laughing, I feel Aston grin onto my neck, “like the tickets?” He asks “love the tickets,” I giggle.
Well, it’s like a month before I see Aston again before the date that I am arriving on for the London concert. Anyway, today is the day, and I haven’t seen Aston in the flesh for a month and I miss him like hell. We’ve been texting, facetiming and calling each other, but that’s not the same. I wanna see him the flesh.
Aston’s POV:
My God do I miss Amy! I miss her being in my arms, I miss holding her, and I miss kissing her. I miss everything about her and I can’t wait for her to come backstage.
[Come quickly baby! Can’t wait to get my hands on you A xx]
I text her and stare at the screen of my phone for a reply.
[I’m already on my way, can’t wait to see you. I’ve missed you :( A xx]
[I miss you too baby A xx]
I text back before making my way into the dressing room bedroom, but I hear Marvin cough which coaxes me to come back out of the bedroom with a raised eyebrow. “What?” I ask “what are you doing in there?” He asks with a raised eyebrow and a smirk “setting it up,” I say and go to step back into the room, “na uh, come back,” Marvin says and I step back out of the room again, “setting it up for what?” “I’m gonna have sex with Amy, since I wrote on her ticket that her ticket includes, backstage pass, front row seats and a ten minute sex session before the show,” I say and the lads looked shocked “you haven’t!” JB says and looks surprised more than horrified, “yeah, I have, so you three can either move to another room when she arrives or stay and listen. Up to you,” I say and step back into the bedroom before shutting the door to clean up and make the room look seductive enough to have sex in. Hopefully it pulls off.
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Tightrope
FanfictionAmy and Aston are best of friends since primary school. However, in secondary school, Amy begins to feel different towards Aston, and when she figures it out that she has fallen in love with him. Will she be able to tell him? Or will she let the lov...