Chapter 5:

(Your name)’s POV:

“Here we go missy, back at home- Holy fuck,” Aston says as he parks up, but because you’re facing him, he looks behind you, which makes you turn your head to see your house completely trashed out. “What the hell!” You gasp in shock, but anger at your beautiful, but memory storage home.

Scrambling out the car, you run over to the front door and straight in the house with Aston not far behind you. “My God,” Aston whispers in shock as you both look at your trashed home, “who would have done this?” You ask “Kevin,” Aston hisses under his breath “why?” You ask, as you both move into the living room to see everything broke, trashed or taken. “When we was at furniture village... Kevin was at the back of the store, keeping an eye you, that’s when I left you, I had a go at him for doing what he did to you last night, but then punched him which sent him into the wardrobe, and then closed the doors. That’s when you saw the customer service people go to the wardrobe,” he tells you, but you’ve become so distraught over the house that story has no near effect on you.

“Aston! What am I gonna do? I have no place to live now... I’m homeless!” You panic and rush your words, because the house is completely smashed through. “Whoa! Baby, you’re not homeless, trust me,” Aston says calmly to you, as he walks over to you and wraps you up in his arms while placing a delicate kiss onto the top of your head. “Then where am I going to live?” You ask quietly, as you can smell Aston’s aftershave, which makes your insides flip with love, “come live with me. You know how safe you’ll be there,” this makes you smile, “but what about Claire?” You ask quietly, as you look up at him “she won’t mind,” he whispers to you. “Come on... It’s getting late... Go upstairs and grab a bag and get as many clothes you can,” he tells you, as you start to do exactly what he tells you to do.

Humbly standing at the front door, inside Aston’s house, you become nervous as you don’t belong there. “ASTON...” A voice from upstairs screams down the stairs, but Aston rolls his eyes as he has just walked in the house from locking up his car, which makes you giggle “what honey?” He asks in reply to her, “YOUR FUCKING FRIENDS ARE KILLABLE,” “whoa! Babe, what makes you say this?” He asks back, as he takes your bag from you and starts to walk off with it, while you follow him nervously “(Your name)’s friends and her daughter... ARRRGGHHH I WANNA KILL THEM,” she screams, but you look at Aston with an eyebrow raised as he swallows hard “babe... I wouldn’t wanna say that,” Aston replies back to her “Why?-” She asks, but now she is on top of the stairs and sees you. This was gonna be hell!

Later that night, you had just finished getting ready for bed when you could hear the married couple having an argument downstairs. You creep to the top of the stairs and sit on it to listen to the whole argument...

Aston’s POV:

“How dare you speak of MY daughter like that,” I shout at Claire “why not? You hardly see-” “HOW DARE YOU FUCKING SAY THAT... I see her four times a week, I’m trying to be the best dad that Ivy will EVER have,” “oh yeah right... You haven’t even thought about US having a child,” “maybe because I already have one, and not only that JLS are in a HUGE limelight right now, and I’m trying to protect you from it! And if you don’t like that, then maybe I’ll shall just shove you into the limelight and see how stressful it can be,” “I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE LIMELIGHT YOU BOYS ARE GETTING... I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO MAKE A SAY ON HAVING A CHILD,” “what did I just say?!” I shouted back at her “you don’t care, do you?” She hisses back, but I look at her as though I could kill her, although instead of doing that I push her against the fridge “DON’T YOU DARE SAY THAT... I DO CARE, BUT I HAVE (YOUR NAME) ON MY MIND RIGHT NOW... SHE NEEDS MY HELP,” I screamed at Claire as she glared at me “WHY? SHE CAN LOOK AFTER HERSELF,” “YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHATS HAPPENED TO HER!” “AND I DON’T CARE-” “THAT’S GOOD, BECAUSE YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW,” I screamed back “BUT THIS IS OUR HOME, AND OUR SPACE SHE SHOULDN’T BE HERE INVADING IT... I DON’T WANT HER HERE,” “WELL GUESS WHAT! SHE ISN’T LEAVING... SHE’S MY BEST FRIEND AND SHE NEEDS MY HELP AND MY TRUST... She comes before you,” I hissed at her, before walking away to the bottom of the stairs, but I looked up to see a humble and distraught figure sitting at the top of the stairs... This made my sigh heavily.

She’s heard everything.

“(Your name),” I say her name softly, but she gets up and walks off back into her bedroom. “LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE,” I screamed at Claire before walking up the stairs.

“Babe, I know you heard all of the conversation- What you doing?” I began talking to (Your name), but when I entered the spare bedroom, I stopped and became shocked with what I saw, although she didn’t reply to my question. “You’re not going anywhere, so you can stop packing that bag,” I chuckled, but she stopped and looked up at me. Her cheeks damp and her eyes red, but this makes me sigh, and walk over to her and embrace her gently “baby... Don’t cry, don’t listen to her... This is MY home and I’m allowing you to stay here, and remember that... Please?” I whisper to her quietly, so that she’s the only one that can hear me. “I would kiss you to calm you, but unfortunately... I can’t do that,” I whisper as my voice trembles with sadness “but what I will do... Is sleep with you tonight... And when I say that, I mean I’ll sleep in the same bed and not have sex with you-” “Because you don’t want to have sex with me... Because you don’t know why you had sex with me in the first place, because it’s my fault you stepped into my house that night,” she says, as I close my eyes softly and sigh out quietly...

She remembered...

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