Kimmy · @Astons_Promises
6th May 2013 from TwitLonger
Chapter 39:
Placing your left hand on your forehead, you felt a little sick, but not physically sick. “Where’s (Your name)?” I heard a male call for me, as I was lying in Aston’s bunk, but he was up. “She’s in my bunk,” I heard Aston tell someone, but his voice came from the sofa and table where the lads must be having breakfast, as the air was filled with the smell, but the smell was making you feel even more sick!
“(Your name)... (Your name), you okay? You look really ill,” Leon said with a worried tone in his voice “mm, I feel really sick,” you mumbled back to him...
Aston’s POV:
I watched Leon walk over to my bunk and pull the curtain back a little, but he looked worried, so I sat and watched. I tried to lip read, but when someone has their side on to you, it’s near impossible to read Leon’s lips. Although Leon’s facial expression saddens, this made me worried... I had to know what was wrong.
“What’s wrong?” I ask peering into my bunk, to see (Your name) looking really ill. “Baby, what’s wrong?” I panic as she mumbles “she feels really ill,” Leon answered me “she looks it,” I say back, but I sit on the side of my bunk. “Do you feel physically sick?” “No, just feel ill,” she mumbles, her eyes just about open “do you feel tired?” “Yeah,” she whispers, as I sigh and look back at Leon. “Do you think you’ll be able to perform tonight?” Leon asks, “I don’t know... I’ll see before the show,” she whispers and begins to fall back to sleep.
“She can’t possibly perform like this,” I say quietly to Leon, as we are still by the side of my bunk. “Mm, looks like we are gonna be one dancer down tonight,” he sighs, before getting up and walking away from us.
“Do you want me to stay with you?” I whisper to (Your name), as she tries to open her eyes, “please? I don’t wanna be alone,” “okay baby, I won’t be long,” I whispered kissing her forehead before getting up and walking away from my bunk.
I had run down the stairs, off the tour bus and outside where the sun was really shining. “Guys-” I begin, but get cut off “come play football Ast,” Marvin says, all the lads’ shirts were off; something I wanna do! “I can’t... I’m looking after (Your name), she’s really ill,” I sigh, before running back onto the tour bus and up the stairs and over to my bunk. “Hey baby,” I whispered as I was about to climb into my bunk, “Ast... I can see outside, it’s really nice and I don’t wanna keep you inside... You can go outside,” “but-” “Ast, please... Go get some sun,” “you sure?” I asked, feeling that my help is rejected. “Yes, I’m not gonna be going anywhere fast,” she whispered as I chuckled, “Here, have my shirt,” I said, standing up straight and bringing my shirt over my head, leaving her drooling. “Ast before you go... Can you make love to me,” she giggles “okay,” I smile, as I was going to climb over her “I was kidding,” she giggled “sure you were,” I winked at her, “I was,” “no... Baby you want my body,” I smirked kissing her lips, but she stops “please go outside and get some sun, I don’t wanna keep you inside,” she frowns as I smile “of course, but here’s my shirt,” I said handing her my shirt and kissing the top of her head. “See you in a bit,” I call back to her, as I run my way down the stairs and outside.
“Yo Ast, come on our team,” I hear JB call as I see it’s a game of girls v boys. “No man, can we have at least one man on our team?” Georgina asks “No, its girls v boys,” Marvin laughed, as I joined the boys team, where the football just started.
(Your name)’s POV:
Managing to climb out of Aston’s bunk, you crouched down and raided through your bag, and grabbed your phone, and dialled Jasmine’s number.
“Hello?” Her voice answered her call “hey Jasmine,” “oh hey (Your name), what’s up? You don’t sound too good,” “I’m okay, look can I ask you and the girls to do me a favour?” You ask quickly, as you glance down the stairs from where you are crouching “sure... What is it?” “I have to hurry, someone might come and hear me, but I would like one of you girls to get me three pregnancy tests, and then give them to me on the day you girls are coming to the London tour,” you explain, “are you pregnant?” She gasps “I don’t think so... I just wanna make sure that I’m not,” you hurry your speech as you could hear someone get onto the bus, “oh, would you like to be?” “I’m not sure,” you quieten your voice. “(Your name), are you talking to someone?” “Jas, I have to go... I think someone’s just heard me,” you whisper, before hanging up and just getting back into the bunk just as someone had come up the stairs.
Hiding your phone under the pillow, your curtain was pulled back a little to have Mark peer in. “Was you talking to someone?” He asks a little confusion on his face, “no,” you whisper “oh... How are you feeling?” “A little better,” you smile back “aww, good... Sorry to disturb you, I was coming on the bus for something to drink, and then I thought I heard you talking to someone... Never mind... Would you like something to eat or drink?” He asks “Please, could I have orange squash?” You ask sweetly as Mark smiles, nods and leaves you. Phew that was close!
Mark’s POV:
I was downstairs of the tour bus, getting myself a bottle of poweraid as I made (Your name) orange squash. “Mark- What you doing? Are you really that thirsty,” Aston chuckles, as I chuckle along with him, “no... I got myself my poweraid, but (Your name) wanted an orange squash,” “okay...” He turns to walk off the tour bus. “Wait... How do you know she wanted something to drink? You didn’t disturb her, did you?” He asks, his voice becoming stern, as I swallowed hard intimidated. “No, I swear! I came onto the bus, and I thought I heard her talking to someone, so I came upstairs to find that she was just in her bunk,” “so you did disturb her,” “no, I promise, I didn’t-” I panic, but he interrupts me “you wasn’t asking anything off from her... Was you?” He asks, and I know what he is hinting. “No, I promise... I’ll just give her this and then-” Just as I go to pick up the glass of orange squash, Aston grabs my wrist and yanks it to a different direction, “I’ll give to her... You just get your poweraid, and stay the fuck away from (Your name),” he hisses, as I grab my poweraid and quickly make my way off the tour bus.
“MARK,” I hear people call, but I just walk away from everyone. Bursting out into tears, I walk my way into the O2 and run to the toilets. I couldn’t believe that Aston Merrygold had just accused me of demanding something sexual off (Your name). I would never do that! I loved (Your name) as a good friend, I’d never do that. I felt rejected and un-trusted, by Aston.
(Your name)’s POV:
You managed to sit up, just as the curtain was pulled back a little and Aston appeared with the orange squash that you asked for. “Oh, thanks,” you become confused as you expected Mark, “you okay?” He asks “yeah, but where’s Mark?” “I dismissed him,” he smiles “oh, okay,” you say, before taking a sip of your orange squash. “Is that it?” “Yes, thanks,” “good... Get better soon baby,” he winks at you, and gets up, but steals a kiss from you making you giggle and blush as he smirks and then walks away for your peace.