#this part contains lyrics from rockstar by emily kinney

[risky-r]

stay: part 1

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My heels click against the ground as Harry and I make our way through the packed parking lot towards the bar blaring music. I brush a strand of hair out of my eyes, glancing at my painted nails as my roommate begins to speak.

“Callie, I swear to god if you complain one more time, you’re staying in the car.” He warns, causing me to roll my eyes.

“As if you would even consider going inside without me.” I elbow him in the side.

“I hate you.” He tells me, despite him holding the door open for me as he talks.

“Right.” I smile at him whilst I walk inside, him shortly following. The music immediately intensifies, and I assume that the crowd of people is where we will find the band playing. “You said Luke is the guitarist, yeah?”

“One of them.” He nods before linking his arm with mine and pulling me towards them. I can’t help but laugh at his excitement, as this has been something he’s been begging me to do for weeks now.

“My heart stops when you look at me. Just one touch, now, baby, I believe this is real. Let’s take a chance and don’t ever look back, don’t ever look back!” They finish the well-known Katy Perry song as Harry pushes our way closer to the front, disregarding some of the annoyed shouts from others in the swarm.

The band, which I soon learn is called 5 Seconds of Summer, plays a variety of different songs. They’re far better than most groups that are hired for gigs like this, making the night much more fun. None of the four boys on stage are bad looking either, which was obviously a bonus. My eyes are particularly drawn to the drummer in the back who has been absolutely wailing away at his drumkit since we arrived. He’s covered in sweat, but still clearly enjoying himself from the large smile on his sculpted face. He is beautiful.

As the night comes to a close, Harry’s friend Luke invites him out to the front to complete their tradition of the night. I discover that they let audience members pick the last three songs of the night, whether they’d like another cover or a song of their own, which surprises me once again. I learn that they have two albums that have already been released and that they started working on their third not long ago.

“Unfortunately, we’ve come to our last song of the night, so my good friend Ashton here is gonna pick one of you lovely guys to choose it, so make sure it’s a good one.” Luke announces before passing his microphone off to the boy I’ve been gawking at all night. He paces around the stage a few times, his eyes searching the crowd of mostly girls, all shouting “Me! Me!” My heart skips a beat when our eyes meet for a moment, and he suddenly smiles and walks in front of the area where Harry and I are standing.

“How about the gorgeous girl right here in the jean jacket?” He motions directly to me, a grin across his sharp features.

I can’t help but blush at the comment, despite the fact that he probably says that about every girl he picks out from the audience. “One of your songs!” I exclaim over the loud groups of people around us.

“Do you want from our self-titled album or Sounds Good, Feels Good?” He asks.

“Sounds Good, Feels Good.” I answer with a slight nod.

“Good choice.” He winks at me, making my heart flutter once again. “Now, we need a number between one and nineteen.”

“Let’s go with eighteen.” I shrug, having no prior clue of any of their songs or what they sound like.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and gentlethems, that means our last song of the night will be The Space Between a Rock and a Hard Place, or better known as Catch 22.” The bass player, whose name I can’t remember, proclaims after looking at a loose sheet of paper for a moment. Ashton shoots me another small smile before he goes jogging back to his drumkit and sits down, awaiting the ready of his bandmates.

They start off a little slower with Luke taking the lead, as seems to be the usual, before they kick off into a catchy chorus that has Harry and I dancing our asses off. I find myself continuing to wonder what Ashton’s voice sounds like, as he hasn’t had a solo since we arrived. Surprisingly, I even get slightly disappointed when they go into the chorus for the last time without me getting the chance to really hear him.

“You, you’re a catch 22. Win or lose, I’m screwed. I’m trapped under your spell, it saves me, breaks me ‘til I fall back to you. You’re a catch 22!” They sing together with great intensity and the way they interact on stage together shows that they clearly have chemistry, which is always something nice to see. I feel like so many bands end up clashing and fighting with one another, but they genuinely seem like lifelong friends.

While the band starts packing up, Harry and I head to the bar where he orders nachos, burger sliders, and a scotch while I merely take a water. As we sit, he begins to talk to me. “What did you think?”

“They were really good.” I respond wholeheartedly. “I don’t even wanna go home yet.”

“Me neither.” He agrees. “Wanna see if they wanna go clubbing?”

“Do you usually do that?” I giggle.

“Sometimes.” He shrugs with a grin.

“Well, I’m definitely down for that.” I tell him.

“Thank you!” Four voices shout and suddenly, the band members are surrounding us, grabbing from the plates of food Harry had ordered. I then realize that he hadn’t gotten them for him, but rather for his friends. The way they are gorging on the food clearly shows that this is typical for him to buy them food after a gig. I can’t help but laugh as they stuff their faces with the food.

“Are you going to introduce us?” The boy with bleach blonde hair asks, his mouth full of nachos.

“Aw, yuck!” Ashton cringes.

Harry rolls his eyes at them before beginning to speak. “Lads, this is Callie. Callie, this is Calum, Michael, Luke, and Ashton.”

We all chat for a while as the band eats and Harry and I finish our drinks. The two of us help them load all of their things into their van before we decide on a club and head out. When we arrive, we go up to the bar fairly quickly where Harry and everyone but Ashton and I order some stronger drinks.

It doesn’t take long for the others to start getting tipsy and when they do, they are quick to leave the bar to go dancing. Ashton and I stay back, getting to know one another. I learn that they were all born in Australia, as I presumed, and met through school before they formed their band together. They moved to America when they had all either graduated or dropped out to start taking themselves more seriously.

I tell him about how Harry and I met in college when we were both getting our bachelor’s in theater. That my dream was to eventually leave my hometown, much like he had, and go to New York where I could become an actress on Broadway. However, right now I was stuck waiting tables at a diner while my best friend got a fairly big role in an upcoming movie called Dunkirk. I was incredibly happy for him, but I’d also be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous.

As we order some more shots, Ashton demands that we make a toast for good luck at my next audition, which I find incredibly adorable. “May you shine bright like a diamond and kick ass with your acting!” I laugh and the moment our shots are put down in front of us, Ashton grabs his and downs it before stepping off the barstool and offering his hand to me. “Let’s go join ‘em.”

“Yes, sir!” I agreed, slamming my own shot to take his much larger palm. Already feeling the music in my hips, he leads me over to where our friends have been dancing like idiots for the past hour.

We quickly accompany them, starting to feel the buzz from getting tipsy. It was always my favorite to get just a little drunk, that way I could let loose, but not get so wasted that I couldn’t control myself or end up forgetting the entire night. These were times that I wanted to remember, not have blurry hazes of the next morning with a terrible hangover.

My point only became stronger the closer Ashton and I got. Soon enough, I found myself pushing back on him and his hands ran along my sides, sending shivers up my spine. Our hips moved in sync and the many people in the club around us only seemed to push us further together.

Both of my hands slipped behind me, finding his hair as he suddenly dipped lower and lower until his lips were on my neck. I tilted my head to the side to give him better access to my skin, growing warmer whilst his kisses came heavier. Before long, he was leaving a hickey that was making me breathless.

Biting down on my lower lip, my eyes darted across the dance floor to one of the bathroom doors. Feeling a rush of adrenaline and arousal, I reached back to take Ashton’s hand and began pulling him that way. The moment he realizes where I’m trying to go, he takes the lead, as being 6 feet tall tends to make it easier to push through crowds.

The two of us slipped inside the slightly quieter room and immediately, our hands were on each other. Getting sick of bending seven inches down to me, he lifted me up with ease and set me down on the counter before our lips met. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as I knotted my hands in his hair and turned my head to meet our tongues. It is then that I learn that Ashton Irwin is a perfect kisser.

He doesn’t take full control, allowing me to go where I want, but still pushing back. Though I love affection, I can’t stand wet and sloppy kisses, and his are anything but. He doesn’t let himself get so overwhelmed that he loses control, and he seems so sure of every single movement that he makes.

He’s got those talented, rough, rock ‘n’ roll type hands and I feel them on my back, on my neck, on my face. My fingers find the buckle of his belt as he pushes my jean jacket over my shoulders, letting the material fall behind me. Just when I manage to finally undo the loop holding his pants up, the door swings open and each of our drunk friends stumble their way inside.

The two of us break apart in an instant, watching as Luke stalks to one of the urinals and the other three guys come to sling their arms around us. Harry taps on my shirt, leaning his head on my shoulder. “This is the boys’ room! You’re not ‘upposed to be in here!”

“Cockblock.” I mutter to myself as I slide off the counter, taking my disregarded jacket and making sure my wallet is still inside.

“Sorry.” Ashton mouths to me as Michael and Calum tug on either of his arms, trying to pull him towards one of the stalls that apparently has a penis scratched into the door. I merely smile and shake my head in response, acting like it doesn’t bother me when in reality, I just want to feel those hands on me again.