Just the Friend

-DYLANS POV-
“Jakey!”
“Hey D!”
“I miss you so much!” I squeal into my laptop as I sit on the couch.
“Woah Dyl, lower your voice some? It’s late here.” Jake chuckles.
“Sorry I forgot about the time difference.” I wince.
“It’s okay. How’s tour?”
“Crazy but amazing. Their first concert in tonight. I am alone in the hotel room right now because everyone is at sound check.” I put my head in my hand and sigh. He nods in understanding.
“How’s Lilly treating you now that I am not around?”
“I swear Jake, if you say one bad thing about me…” Suddenly Lilly pops into the screen and jumps onto Jake’s back. He answers with an ‘Oompf!’.
“LILLYKINZ!”
“Hey Dyl pickle!” I giggle at our nicknames for eachother.
“You guys are having a sleepover without me?” I pout.
“Well we would have invited you because It’s not like you are in a different country or anything.” Jake laughs. “Are you comfortable?” he looks up at the blonde girl still lying on his back.
“Yes.” Lilly lays her chin on his shoulder and if I didn’t know Jake as well as I do, I would’ve missed the small blush cross his cheeks.
“Oh Dyl guess what!” She shrieks.
“That was my ear.” Jake mumbles and I giggle as she swats his away with her hand.
“You know how my dad travels Europe like all the time?” Lilly continues and I nod. “Well I’m going to visit him next month and HE BOUGHT ME ONE DIRECTION TICKETS SO I CAN SEE YOU AND ASH!”

I literally screamed.

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RING RING!
“Shit.” I swing the shower curtain back and sprint from the water, not bothering to grab a towel since I was here alone.
“Hello?”
“Ay love what are you up to?” Michael’s voice fills my ears.
“I was in the shower, what do you need?” I rub my temple. I love Mike, but sometimes he just calls at the worst times. I was very relaxed sitting on the shower floor with the water hitting my shoulders and having the steam radiate off of me.
“I was bored. We are having a break and I needed someone to talk to.”
“Don’t you have like a whole band you can talk to?” I sigh. “I am getting ready to leave for the concert. We can talk then okay?” I can tell he is pouting. I laugh a little at his ability to act like a lost puppy.
“But-,”
“Bye Mikey!” I hang up on him and walk into the bathroom to turn the shower off that was still running. I guess it was time to get out anyway because I only have 35 minutes until Paul shows up to take me to the arena. I wrap a fluffy towel around my dripping body and skip back to my closet to find something to wear.
I end up slipping on a pair of slitted black leggings and a baggy British Flag jumper red high top converse. I add some dark red lipstick and a red bandana headband into hair. After adding small curls to my straight hair I grab a quick Ramen noodle dinner and check the time on my phone. I realized that Paul should be waiting downstairs with the car by now.
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I grab my purse and walk to the elevators, locking the door behind me.
I can’t wait to see the boys perform in front of a huge crowd. It’s going to be amazing even though Ashton and I aren’t on speaking terms at the moment. In all honesty, everyone is tense in the 5 seconds of summer dressing room.
Yeah when the One Direction boys caught Louis and I making out, they blabbered it to Ashton, then Ashton yelled at me and I yelled at him and it was just a rough night. The worst part is when he broke my heart. It was probably the most painful thing I had ever happen to me in my entire life and I have been through a lot.

FLASHBACK
“God why are you so mad!?” I yelled from across the room.
“Don’t you think you guys are moving way to fast?! You just met not even two weeks ago and you are already sleeping together!”
“We aren’t sleeping together Ashton! We haven’t slept together! The farthest we have gone is making out which isn’t any of YOUR business anyway!” I was fuming. He had no right.
“What do you mean it’s not my business?! I AM YOUR BEST FRIEND DYALN!” Ashton bellows.
“YEAH? WELL YOU SURE ARENT ACTING LIKE IT!” I take a few steps closer and stand a foot away from him.
“God! Can’t you just fucking grow up!?” He shouts in my face.
“You aren’t letting me! I am trying to grow up Ashton but every time I get somewhere close to anything adult you shut me down! I am an adult with Louis but of course you don’t want me to be with him!” I shriek and push him backwards.
“Can you just not act like a slut for 5 seconds and listen to what you just said! YOU SNEAKING AROUND WITH LOUIS IS NOT ACTING LIKE AN ADULT! YOU ARE BEHAVING LIKE A FUCKING 16 YEAR OLD GIRL WHO IS TOO NAÏVE TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE!” I suddenly shrink back.
I can feel the anger dissolve from my body as horror and sadness replaces it. The tears immediately start to rush down my face. I can’t believe he just called me a slut. Out of all of the names he could’ve picked to call me, he picks that one.
I can feel my heart break into a million pieces right there in the middle of the living room. If you don’t know what it feels like to have your heart broken by someone you love, it feels like my insides are shriveling up and collapsing in on themselves. I couldn’t breathe. Calum, Michael, and Luke sit in the kitchen area in dismay.
“Oh shit.” I hear Calum say.
Suddenly all anger floods Ashton’s face as he realizes what he had just said.
“Fuck. No. Angel I didn’t-,” He reaches out for my arm and I take a few steps back to avoid his touch as if it were poison.
“Don’t touch me.” I croak out. The tears continue down my face as I run into my room, slamming the door behind me and locking it. I sink down to the floor as I sob restlessly.
I could yelling coming from the living room now.
Great, I am even ruining the boys’ relationship. I turn my body around and peek through the key hole as the tears prolong down my cheeks.
“Ashton what the hell!” Michael yells and shoves Ashton. “How could you say that to her?”
“Yeah mate, that was pretty low.” Calum practically whispers.
“It slipped. She was really making me mad.” Ashton breathes and runs a hand through his hair.
It slipped?! BULLSHIT.
“Bullshit!” Michael growls. He was pissed. He goes to punch Ashton but Luke grabs him.
“Michael stop!” Luke yells. Suddenly the door busts open with Paul and another guard next to him.
“What the hell is going on in here!?” Paul shouts so loud, I cringe back myself.
“Nothing.” Michael spits and shakes his grip from Luke so he could stomp off to his room grumbling words that I probably shouldn’t repeat. Ashton runs a hand through his hair again and kicks the back of the couch before collapsing onto it with his face in his hands.
The sobs rack up again as I realize that me being here is just tearing them apart. I subside to the bed and curl into my pillow as I bawl.
There was a knock on my door.
“Angel?” I ignore his sweet voice and try to dig my head deeper into the pillow.
“Angel, please open the door. I’m sorry I didn’t mean what I said.” He sighs.
Maybe if I push hard enough, I will disappear into this pillow and never be seen again.
That would be nice.
Ashton leaves after a few more minutes of trying to get me to answer the door.
I couldn’t stop the tears. My chest hurts and feels as if my shattered heart is raking its sharp edges on my lungs every time I try to breath.
Images of high school begin replaying in my head. As a freshman and sophomore in high school, I was always called a slut by most of the girls because I hung out with more guys then most girls do. Everyone thought I hung out with guys because I want to bang them or try to flirt with them. But in all reality, I just think guys are way more fun to be around. Especially less drama. A lot of people still call me a slut so I am pretty used to it, but I would have never expected it from him.
Later, I hear the click of Ashton’s bedroom door closing and another one opening.
There was another knock on my door.
“Dyl, please let me in.” Michael’s tired voice rings in my ears.
I ignore it as I try to shove my skull into oblivion.
The door handle then starts to rattle and soon swings open.
Of course Michael would know how to unlock a door with a paper clip.
He closes the door behind him and re-locks it.
“Oh, Dylan.” He sighs as he sees my state. Michael crawls onto the bed and I immediately wrap my arms around his neck. His arms wrap around my back and hold tightly to his chest. Michael was really protective of me but he was more laid back then Ashton is. Obviously, Michael didn’t care who I was with because he wants me to be happy.
“I am so sorry.” I cry. Michael pulls back with a confused look on his face.
“What? Why?!”
“Because I am tearing you guys apart. I don’t want to cause a riff in the band. I am not important enough to break y’all up.” I sniffle and wipe the tears on my cheek as Mike shakes his head. “I mean, maybe I should just go home.”
“First of all, you are not tearing us apart. We fight because we are friends. Friends fight. I mean evidently you know that considering what happened today. Second, don’t you fucking dare say that you are not important Dylan, because you are so important. You are probably the only thing keeping this band sane even if you are completely insane. You are important to Luke, and Calum, and Louis, and me, but most of all Ashton. You are so important to Ashton. I mean he has called you Angel forever.” Michael rants.
“Clearly Mike, I am not that important to Ashton. He just called me a slut to my face. He broke my heart Mikey, and it hurts so badly.” A tear escapes out of my eye. His thumb catches it and wipes it away quickly.
“He will prove to you one day that you are important. I promise. Now don’t even think about packing a suitcase just because Ashton is being a dick. Stay because you want to hang with me. I was way more fun than Ashton anyway.” He pretends to flip his hair (Which isn’t there) and I giggled a little then hid it.
Michael gasps obnoxiously. “Was that a smile?!” I shake my head.
“Are you sure?” I nod. Before I know it, his fingers were digging into my sides and I was laughing profusely.
“Michael stop!” I squeal and get out of his grip.I run around the bed trying to get away.
“Okay okay.” He held his hands up in defeat. “I am done.”
“Wanna go get some food?” I ask as I lean against the wall.
“Yes but you might wanna go wash your face first.”
“Good idea.”
FLASHBACK OVER


“Hey Dylan! Ready for the show?” Paul asked me as I climb into the car.
“Ready as I will ever be.” I giggle.
This should be interesting.

Notes

sorry it took so long. I had this done earlier but computer is shit.
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When will ashton finally tell her he loves her?
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