Imagines and One-Shots (Book Three)

Here (Ashton Irwin)

alright since i don't feel like writing the backstory to this, basically you and ashton met in some random chatroom but went to colleges across the country or whatever but you haven't talked much in a few months bc you were busy with the process of transferring schools and getting used to everything new that was happening and here we go

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It was a warm spring day and you found yourself sitting underneath a tree in the campus quad doing your school work. You had your headphones in, listening to music so you weren't distracted by the happenings around you, when you noticed someone sit down a couple feet away from you out of the corner of your eye.

You'd never seen the cute brown-haired boy around before, so you were understandably curious as to why he was sitting next to you now. He had a backpack with him, setting it beside him after he'd sat down, but he hadn't made any motion to reach inside and pull out any books.

You pulled your headphones out of your ears, letting them fall into your lap before you pulled them away altogether, putting them in your own backpack. The boy, noticing that you'd finally be able to hear him, started talking.

"Hi..." he said nervously, "I, um... I didn't mean to freak you out or anything by just randomly sitting with you, I just... Something about you seems familiar..."

"It's okay," you assured him with a smile, "As long as you're not going to follow me back to my dorm later and axe me to death in my sleep."

"I'm not," he couldn't help but laugh, "I don't even own an axe." The two of you sat together in a comfortable silence for a moment before he continued. "Hey, um... I don't wanna be that guy who tries to start a conversation with every pretty girl he sees, but... Why haven't I seen you around here before?" he asked curiously. You couldn't help but blush at the compliment.

"I just transferred a few months ago," you replied.

"Oh, where from?"

"(Your state)."

"What made you want to come here instead of keep going to school there?" he tilted his head. You began chewing on your inner cheek and the boy immediately backed off. "Sorry," he shook his head, "It's none of my business."

"No, that's not it," you assured him, "It's just..." You sighed softly, looking back down at your books. "...I met this guy in some random chatroom and he said he goes to school here... And my major has really good programs here, but... I guess I was hoping I'd find him along the way..."

"Well, do you know what he looks like? I might have seen him around."

"No," you laughed nervously, "Which just screams 'fake', doesn't it?"

"What about his major?" he suggested, "I might have classes with him or can ask around."

"He said he majors in Computer Science and minors in Photography." You weren't looking at him, but the boy's breathing hitched.

"Are you a Psychology major minoring in Criminal Justice?" he swallowed. You froze before slowly turning your head back to him.

"How did you know that?" you asked. The boy didn't answer – he just posed another question of his own.

"The guy you're looking for... Is his name Ashton?" he asked. He noticed your chest start rising and falling slowly, and he knew your heart was beating about as fast as his was. "And your name's Y/N?" he wondered, "Isn't it?"

"Ashton...?" you whispered.

"Y/N," he said just as quietly. He watched you drop your pen onto your books, taking them off of your lap and tossing them onto the ground in front of you.

"Ashton," you breathed, completely turning your body so you could move into his lap, your legs straddling him as your arms wound around his neck tightly. You felt him breathe out deeply, his arms wrapping around your waist as he buried his face in your shoulder.

"You're here," he murmured into your skin, "I can't believe you're here. Why didn't you tell me you were transferring?"

"Because I just... I don't know... I thought I'd seem desperate..." you sniffled, "And I... I wanted to surprise you first to see if you were excited to see me and then I thought...you know...if you weren't, I'd just transfer back or something..."

"Why wouldn't I be excited to see you?" he returned softly, moving back and taking one of his arms off of your waist to wipe your cheeks.

"I don't know..." you mumbled, "You've seemed upset when I couldn't talk..."

"Not upset, Y/N," he assured you, "Just jealous something that wasn't me was getting all your attention." You couldn't help but giggle, making him smile. He moved his hands to your hips, holding you tightly. "You're here," he repeated with a big grin.

"I'm here, Ash," you said softly, a small smile on your own face.

"God, you're so beautiful," he whispered, more to himself than to you. You felt your cheeks getting hotter with every passing second. You moved one of your arms off of his shoulder, letting it rest against his chest as you held his cheek.

"So are you," you said so softly that you would have been sure he didn't hear it had he not immediately blushed as well.

"Listen," he started, "I know education is super important and I would never try to take away from that, but if you don't stop studying to go on a date with me right now, I might actually die." You couldn't help but giggle, making him grin.

"That's a little dramatic," you shook your head, "Even for you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he gasped dramatically, feigning offense.

"You know exactly what it means," you reminded him with another giggle, "I'm not the one who messaged the other at 2:30 in the morning wanting to talk about 'what the human race did to deserve something as pure as dogs'."

"It was a completely valid question!" he pouted.

"I'm not saying it isn't," you said, "I'm just saying save it for a time that isn't 2:30am."

"Well, you still replied at 2:30am," he stuck his tongue out at you.

"Hmm," you hummed, "Guess that just means I like you." Ashton blushed again, but you didn't get a chance to really appreciate it as he was already burying his face back into your neck and hugging you close.

"I'm really happy you're here," you heard him murmur into your skin.

"Me too, Ash," you whispered, hugging him back just as tightly.

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