Be the Death of Me

Liv's POV:

"Ugh! I am never going shopping with you, ever again!" I complain as we enter our house.

Our house... the term stills gives me the shivers, the idea that I actually am dating the man of my dreams, and that he loves me back, and that we live together! How surreal is this? I'm just afraid that I'll wake up, and I'll still be in New York, or worse, in Chicago....

"Hello? Earth to Olivia? Anyone there?" Ashley chuckles as he waves a hand in front of my dazed face, obviously amused.

I shake my head, ridding myself of my hazy state, and offer him a grin, "sorry babe, zoned out for a second. What did you say?"

He rolls his eyes, his signature smirk covering his handsome features, "I was wondering, what you wanted for dinner? I could make something... Or we could go out?" He offers, suddenly nervous.

"We could just oder pizza if you want?" I offer, "Maybe invite the guys over?"

He tenses automatically at the mention of his bandmates, making me instantly curious, has he not even mentioned me to his best friends?

"Ashley? Everything okay?"

He nods, a instant smile gracing his features, though he refuses rot meet my gaze, "yup, babe. I'll order a pizza, and maybe you can pop open a bottle of wine, and pick something to watch?"

I frown, but do as he suggest, walking slowly into the kitchen.


Ashley's POV:

That was a close one. Too close for comfort actually. I have mentioned that I was seeing someone to the guys, but I just haven't gone into detail about her, and I also failed to mention that she now lives with me. Things have just been hectic, with the promotion of the new record approaching, and all the shit that has been happening with Rosie and Andy... I just figured it wasn't right to tell them that I was seeing someone. A stripper especially.

I know they won't judge her, I just want to make sure that we're okay, I don't want to scare her off, or make her nervous about meeting them. I know that Sammi and Ella, hell even Rosie will treat her like they'e known her their whole life, I just hope that she won't relapse again.

I don't want to pry, since her past is her own personal business, but I can't help but fee;l like everything that happened with her and her sister was my fault. Maybe if I hadn't slept with and been such an asshole, her sister would still be alive, and such sweet girl like Olivia wouldn't be permanently scarred. On the other side, then we wouldn't of met. Is that selfish?

To hell with it, Liv must think I don't want her to meet the band, or some shit like that. I sigh, and pick up my phone.

Notes

Short chapter, but I'm bak everyone! Sorry for the brief delay, but I just finished my first story ever on this website! And I have posted the sequel!!!

We Don't Belong (First book)

The Devil in the Mirror (Second book)

Also, I have decided to include this book's main characters (Ash and Liv) in that same series, which revolves around Andy and Rose. So if any of you read my other stuff, then you may notice a pattern, and a little plot twist ;)