#afi blurb

Summary: Soft Fluuuuffy Stuff, I’m still new to writing so give me any feedback 

Content Warning: None?

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Four years. We're closing on four years and finally buying a house together. Neither of us can contain the joy of filling a home our own. From beginning to end, this one will be only ours. My hands shake so bad I can't even get the key in the doorknob but luckily I have Ashton by my side to help. Joy gets the best of me as tears begin to fall as I walk into the empty living room. 

We take a quick walk around the house measuring things here and there for furniture shopping that afternoon. My cheeks hurt from all the smiling. I hear a loud honking outside as I walk down the stairs and Ashton grabs my hand before I can investigate. 

“Love, I've been thinking a lot these last few days. Do you remember the first time you kissed me?” 

“Of course, it was right before you left for tour.” 

I'm still a little embarrassed at how long it took me to kiss him. We spent the days before he left for tour together. From morning to night, we ate, slept, and dreamed with one another but never kissed until minutes before he stepped onto the tour bus. Always the procrastinator, I waited until the final minute. I couldn't imagine waiting the months until he came back to kiss him so I dove in the second we were left alone. I later learned that Michael caught our kiss but kept quiet, letting it come out in due time. 

“Yeah.” Ashton gives me a huge smile and the smallest nod. Bringing me close to him he wraps his arms around my waist. He kisses me gently as we sway around the living room while he hums a song. “This is our first dance in this house.” Ashton notes and I can’t help but roll my eyes a little. 

There's a second honk and he starts walking to the door, taking me along with him. He opens the door and there's a tour bus parked outside the house. My heart sinks at the sight of it. Guilt fills my stomach, I know he has some hand in it, and I’ve got him nothing to give in return.

“Ash… We agreed, no anniversary gifts this year because of the house. I didn't get you--” 

“Shhh just come along.” He says taking my hand and walking me down the front path. 

“I just wanted a quick trip down memory lane to celebrate. Here’s the first one, this is where we kissed for the first time, just before I walked onto our tour bus for three months.” Ashton reminds me as we stand by the door. He kisses the top of my head before continuing inside. 

The tour bus is nearly identical to the one I first visited. It's been years but the memories flood back like it was yesterday. Ten days I spent on the road with them. Right before they headed back to LA. It was exhausting but well worth it to finish the last leg of their tour. 

“This is where I laid, texting you at all hours of the night, trying to convince you to visit.” Ashton says pulling back the curtains to one of the bunks. The walls are covered in the pictures I’d send him. Silly pictures of me at work, my coffee mugs, and funny pictures of me and my silly faces. They were my attempts to make him feel close on the hard days. I can't remember who first had the idea to print them first but it's been our tradition ever since; they become a personal scrapbook of tours. 

“This is where you stayed when I finally convinced you to visit, ‘as a friend’” Ashton gives me a playful confused look as he shakes his head and pulls back the curtain to my bunk; it’s similarly decorated with the pictures of Ashton from around the world. I'd been so afraid in those early days. His life moved so fast compared to my own but he took time every day to send me a picture. 

“This is where we had sex for the first time.” He jokes pointing a thumb towards the tour bus couches. 

“Ashton!” I say feeling my cheeks burn hot flush as I remember the night we were finally left alone on the tour bus. Everything got away from us when we finally got to make out. I know from the stories that we weren't the only ones to defile the tour bus couch but it's far from my proudest moment. He adds, “That's also where I first said I love you.” 

“And this is where I was standing when you first said it back.” He says leaning by the makeshift kitchen in the bus. I feel tears stinging in my eyes as I remember that morning. I woke up in Colorado, the tour bus freezing, and Ashton handed me a cup of, just the way I like it, and his favorite hoodie. I couldn't have held it in if I wanted to. I knew immediately, I was irreversibly and irrevocably in love with Ashton Irwin. 

“This is where we told everyone we were dating.” He says as we step out of the tour bus. I don't know why but I asked him to avoid telling anyone so we could start dating without questions. Everyone knew, of course, but it made me feel a little better to have it be our little secret. 

I'm surprised to see Calum outside as Ashton leads me back up the steps to the front porch with the swing. It's what ultimately sold me on the house, having somewhere to sit at the end of the day to just rest together. 

“What's this?” I ask. 

“This is where I ask you to be my wife. This is where we build a family. It's where we're going to celebrate Christmas, birthdays, and our engagement. If you want to.” Ashton says as he takes a box from Calum. He gets down on one knee, “Y/N, do you want to keep making memories with me for the rest of our lives?” 

“Of course.” I answer, choking back tears. 

“Will you marry me?” 

“Yes!” I say pulling him to his feet. My legs shaking like jelly. The excitement coursing through my veins making my legs feel. It's like I can feel the same excitement I felt the first time I kissed him. My heart beating like a drum in my chest as I get to kiss him again. 

“I love you.” Ashton says pulling away. 

“I love you, too” I respond barely noticing the tears running down my cheeks. I hear Calum whooping. 

“Told you, mate. Michael Scott knew what he was doing.” Calum says as he hugs his best friend, clapping Ashton on the back. 

“Calum, you sack of shit, you lifted my proposal off of The Office?!” I finally realize why it all seemed familiar. I can't even be genuinely angry as Calum comes up to me and hugs me. 

“Hey, it's fucking cute. Tell me you didn't cry when Michael did it for Holly?” Calum says raising his eyebrows at me. I can't help but hug him again. My cheeks tired from smiling the entire day but the joy in my heart wouldn't allow me to keep a straight face.

“We gotta get a picture!” Calum shouts. 

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Calum

Stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain, she’ll open up the door and say “Are you insane?”, Say it's been a long 6 months, And you were too afraid to tell her what you want.

You were watching Law & Order when you heard the doorbell ring. Grabbing your wrap off the back of the dining room chair, you wrapped it tightly around yourself and looked through the peephole. As soon as you saw who it was you quickly threw open the door and grabbed the boy’s hand.

“What are you doing here Calum?” You asked, leading the boy to the kitchen.

“I’ve missed you, okay. I fucked up (Y/N), I shouldn’t have left.” He said, accepting the dishtowel you had got him.

“Damn right you fucked up. You can’t just up and leave for 6 month, without saying goodbye, then show up on my doorstep and tell me you miss me.” You said in a frustrated tone.

“I know okay, I know. That was a really stupid move.” He mumbled, patting down his face and arms in an attempt to dry himself off.

“So are you going to tell me why you never said goodbye?” You asked, slightly annoyed.

“I loved, love, you. I was too scared to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin the friendship. So I just thought leaving for tour without saying goodbye, cutting off all contact, would get me over you. It didn’t. I just I miss you (Y/N), I’m sorry.” He confessed. You looked at your feet and then looked up at Calum.

Stepping closer you cupped his cheek and whispered in his ear, “I forgive, only because I’m not over you either.” 

Then you kissed him.

Ashton

And then you say “I want you for worse or for better, I would wait forever and ever”

You were missing Ash pretty terribly. Having him being away for such long periods of time was terrible, and it didn’t help that you were two months pregnant.

You found out two days before Ash left, of course you told him immediately. He was so reluctant to leave, but you know it was his job and the fans were eagerly awaiting a new album. So you shipped him from the UK to LA where they were trying to finish up the album.

After three days of no contact from Ash you started getting annoyed. He usually called you every night, so you were of course worried. You were getting comfortable in bed, curling up with a pillow, trying to get the nausea to subside. You were on the brink of sleep when your cell phone started ringing loudly, playing Ashton’s ringtone.

You shot up and answered the phone, another wave of nausea coming over you.

“Ash?” You asked into the phone.

“Babe! I’m so sorry I haven’t called. Please tell me you haven’t been on Twitter.” Ashton said quickly.

“I haven’t, why babe?” You ask concerned, now fully awake.

“Nothing to worry about. Just some rumors about me that are not true.” He said, sounding relieved.

“What were they? I trust you.” You say quietly. He sighed into the phone and began to tell you how people thought he was cheating with their manager. You chuckled at how misinformed people were.

“I’m so sorry that I can’t be there babe. I miss you and Baby Irwin so much.” He longingly sighed into the phone.

“Ash, you know we would wait forever for you. For better or worse, remember?” You laughed into the phone, glancing at the diamond ring on your left hand.

“I know, but I just feel like I’m missing so much.” He sadly confessed.

“Babe, you haven’t missed much except my nausea and a weeny baby bump, hardly even noticeable.” You reassured him. You both talked until you fell asleep, to which he sang you a song then hung up.

Luke

Broke your heart, I’ll put it back together

Sobbing, you called your best friend, he had broken your heart for the last time.

“L-Luke, I need you to pick me up.” You sniffled into the phone. Giving him the location, Luke hung up and began driving to the restaurant your douchebag ex-boyfriend left you at.

When Luke pulled up to the curb where you were sitting, you hopped into the car and instantly checked your makeup in the visor mirror. Your mascara had run down your cheeks and your hair was messy. Wiping your cheeks with the heel of your hand, you turned to Luke, who had a sad expression on his face.

“Want to talk about it?” He asked, pulling out of the parking lot and beginning the drive home. You told him how he had shown up late, then proceeded to tell you there was someone he was seeing on the side of your relationship. When you got to a red light Luke looked at you longingly.

“I’ll put your heart back together (Y/N).” He said, laying his hand on top yours and smiling.

Michael

Remind me how it used to be, Pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks

Returning to the empty apartment you used to share with Michael was almost as hard as breaking up with him.

You drove Michael, who was departing for 4 months on a tour, to the airport. When you got there, and didn’t exit the vehicle, Michael was confused.

“Are you coming (Y/N)?” He asked with a smile. You opened the car door and looked at him with tears in your eyes.

“No I’m not Mikey.” You say sadly. “I don’t think this is going to work Michael. I think we need to break it off before one of us does something we regret. I don’t want you to be tied down on tour.”

He looked down at you, tears falling slowly from his eyes. “(Y/N)! Please don’t do this. I love you! You can’t break up with me. I want to be tied down!” He pleaded. You just shook your head slowly.

“I can’t do this Mikey. Four months is such a long time. I’ll bring the rest of your stuff from the apartment to your parents’ house, okay?” You told him. He cupped your cheek, and leaned down to kiss you. You dipped out before he could kiss you, not wanting to make it harder than it already was. You left him at the airport, sobbing at the sight of you driving away from him. Once you were out of sight you pulled the car over let your body succumb to the tears. You couldn’t continue driving due to the sobs racking your body.

Back at the apartment you gathered Michael’s clothes and put them in a box along with the other things he had scattered around the living space. When you walk down the hallway you found yourself stopping and looking at all of the pictures on the wall. Taking one off the wall you saw it was from your 2 month anniversary. You two had gone to the county fair and on the Ferris wheel, he kissed your cheek and took a picture. You were blushing profusely and the lights of the city in the background made an amazing picture. It was easily your favorite.

You went and put the box of stuff by the door, then returned to the hallway. Collecting all of the pictures that had anything to do with Michael Clifford. Holding all of the frames in your arms, you went to the trash chute by the elevator outside your apartment and dumped them, not wanting anything that would remind you of the black haired guitar player you had fallen so hard for.  

You had both cried yourself to sleep that night, and for weeks in the future.