Part Eighteen
"Ashton, I'm gonna try a lower chord," Luke said, strumming the guitar in his lap and listening to what sounded well enough.
"Oh, I like that."
"Sounds nice, right?" Luke grinned. "I might play this one for Mo later..." he thought for a moment, "yeah, I'm definitely going to play this one for Mo later."
Ashton smiled, "so things are going well between you?"
"Very well. I'm waiting to properly introduce her to everyone, taking things slow."
"That's nice," Ashton said. He thought about how he and Iris basically did the whole opposite. Only meeting a week before they decided to be boyfriend and girlfriend. They didn't mind it though, they just knew that something about one another just clicked in the right way.
"How do you think Iris is going to react?" Luke asked, scribbling mindlessly on his notepad.
"To the album? It'd be kind of a bummer if she didn't like it," Ashton shrugged.
Luke glanced up at him. "And what about twitter?"
"What happened on twitter?" Ashton asked, already pulling out his phone, guessing that what he was going to see wouldn't be good.
"Nothing bad," Luke bit his lip, "well, nothing good. Just a few people talking about— oh you don't have to look now."
But Ashton was already looking and scrolling through his mentions. Apparently someone had taken a couple pictures of him and Iris at the airport the other day and a few fans are trying to figure out who he's with. "It'll be alright I think. I just hope she doesn't get in trouble at work, if there's some 'don't date your interviewees' kind of policy. Has Mo talked about that yet, or..."
"Her job doesn't require her to be on camera with the celebrities," Luke said.
"She'll be fine," Ashton said as he scrolled down more, second guessing for a moment. "No, yeah, her whole job is mostly social media, she knows how to handle it," Ashton said mostly to convince himself that she'll be okay. He checked the time assuming that because of the time difference, she should be sleeping now.
No matter the time difference, he sent Iris a goodnight text. He looked over to Luke who was now plucking the guitar and glancing at the notepad every once in a while. And Ashton sat there on his couch wondering why he hadn't even thought of the fact that he and Iris may need to be more careful in public. He'll just see how things go when he picks her up from the airport in a few days.
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