Ashton had been away on a family vacation for two weeks now and you had missed him more than ever.
They got home the night prior and we had plans today. you couldn't sleep through the night though so you figured why not surprise Ashton and show up to his house early. you had your own key and he expected you to sleep in until your usual time, after noon.
When you parked your car you could hear the music coming from his garage. you walked through his house and to the door that led to the garage before quietly opening it.
There Ashton was focused, with the gloves on his hands he was taking shots at the red punching bag hanging in front of him. Left, right, left, swing, kick, jab.
He was so focused and you just watched, seeing the beads of sweat roll down his forehead. His black tank top soaked with sweat, his calf muscles showing greatly as he jumped around the concrete ground with his nikes.
you cleared my throat not sure how else to disturb is work out. He stopped and looked up at you as a smile took over his face.
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Just Words and Not Reality (5 Seconds of Summer)
FanfictionThis is a collection of short "imagines" I have created for 5 seconds of summer. They are just ideas that have came into my head and that I decided to write down and share. Some may appear in my stories and some may not, nonetheless, enjoy the smal...
