Coffee?

DAHLIA POV:
*the next day*
I sit in my dorm, wallowing in self pity. Anything good that happens to me, I mess up. Poor Ash was nothing but nice to me, and I ran away like a scared child running away from the monster under the bed. I'm about to finally get up and get some food when I hear the faint vibrations of my phone, which is still in my bag from yesterday. I pick myself up and stumble over to my bag. I root around for my phone, and finally find it. I check who's calling. 'Ash Xx' the caller ID reads. I debate hanging up, but Ashton at least deserves me to answer his phone calls.
"Hello?" I say, waiting for the screaming down the phone, or him telling me he never wants to see or speak to me again.
"Dee? Oh my god, are you okay?"
"I'm sorry just let me ex- wait did you just ask me if I was okay?" I question, extremely confused.
"Yes... why should I be yelling at you?"
"Yes, yes you should. You should be screaming about how you never wanna see me again and about how I'm a shit person." I say, almost in tears "you should block my number and refuse to serve me when I come in for my daily coffee. You should tell me that I'm stupid and that I shouldn't have run out on you like that and that I should have stayed and actually showed you that I like you or that I should stop with the sarcasm and that I should apologise. I want you to tell me that you hate me Ashton, because if you don't hate me then that means you like me, and boys don't normally like me, Ash." I wait for his response. The line is silent and I'm debating whether he's passed out from the shock of my idiocy.
"Why would you think that?" Ashton finally speaks, his voice shaking. "How has somebody not made you see that you're amazing Dahlia?" I'm in shock. I only have 2 people in my life that truly care about me. Luke and Michael. I mean, Mila is my friend, but I don't think she even knows my middle name. Mila's my roommate and sort of friend, but she's nowhere near as close to me as Mikey and Luke.
"There's only two people who care about me Ashton. Luke and Michael. There's a reason for that. I'm too much for people. They see what I'm really like and they run a mile. Quit now Ashton, before I hurt you too." I almost yell, tears streaming down my face now.
"I know I've only known you for about 3 days, but I care. And I'd much rather make a judgement on you through my own experiences rather than how other people have treated you." I smile at this response, but I know he's going to hate me soon, everybody always does.
"Let me come and see you, see if you're ok" Ashton says.
"Oh, you don't have to do that." I quickly respond, I don't want him to see me like this already.
"I know, but I want to. What dorm are you?"
"Fine! 155 Building A."
"On my way right now! I'll bring you a treat"
"Ok, surprise me, you owe me one after that incredible unicorn drink last night." I laugh.
"See you in ten" Ashton says, before hanging up.
I decide that I should probably make myself look a little more presentable if Ashton's coming round. I decide you get dressed. I put on a navy blue and white playsuit, with a pair of white converse. I head into my bathroom and go to my mirror. My face is red and blotchy from where I've been crying. I wash my face and put on some concealer, powder and mascara. Then I brush my hair and teeth and tidy my bedroom. I'm about to start cleaning my kitchen when I hear a knock on my door. I rush over to open it. Ashton is stood, looking hot as fuck, in my doorway. He's wearing a grey muscle tee, black ripped skinny jeans and black vans. He's holding a brown paper bag in his hand, that has the coffee shops logo stamped on.
"Hey, I brought you a blueberry muffin, a chocolate muffin, incase you didn't like blueberry, 2 juices and then I bought myself a granola pot because I'm healthy." He says waving the bag in my face.
"Granola actually has like 20 grams of sugar in, but whatever tickles your pickle." I say smartly.
"Whatever" I let him in and we head to the table in my kitchen. He places the bag down and pulls out the various different items that he bought.
"So what was that about this morning?" Ashton finally asks. I knew the question was coming, I just wasn't prepared.
"I.. I just.. I don't know?" It came out as more of a question than answer.
"Are you sure? You seemed really... I don't know, distraught." He said, looking slightly confused.
"No, no. It doesn't matter anyway, I'm fine now." I reply, trying to move forward with the conversation.
"Yeah, and I'm here!" Ash exclaimed.
"Yeah, you're here."
We chat for a little while when we fall into a comfortable silence. Usually silences aren't comfortable, unless you're eating, which we begin doing. I'm munching on blueberry muffin (I was saving the chocolate for later) and Ashton was eating his 'healthy' granola pot. I swallow the bit of muffin in my mouth an start speaking again.
"Ashton?"
"Mmhm?" He hums.
"Thank you."
"What for?" Ashton asks, looking confused.
"For not patronising me or making me feel uncomfortable. And thank you for already being a great friend, it means a lot."
"I only did what anyone else would do Dee, that's what friends are for!"
"Not everyone else would do that, Ash. There's only a handful of people I've ever met who are as kind as you. Please don't argue with me on it, just stuff your mouth with granola and stop talking." I say, half serious but also half joking.

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