Fanfiction Rescue Me || Ashton Irwin (5 Seconds of Summer) x OC (1 Viewer)

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Well, there's no rule AGAINST writing about non-Kpop fandoms on here, right??? I hope you like it, and do comment!

~Chapter One~

POV: Jessica

I pulled into the driveway with my groceries and heaved a sigh of relief that I got home in time for dinner. My boyfriend, Garrett Kirby, always his dinner as soon as he gets home from work, and every time I fail to do that, he verbally, and sometimes physically, abuses me.

“Okay, we’re here,” I said to my fifteen-month-old daughter Chloe in the back.

“Home?” she asked.

“Yeah, we’re home! Let’s get you and these groceries inside so Mama can make dinner before Daddy gets home.”

With Chloe on my left hip and the groceries in my right hand, I unlocked the front door, stepped inside, and put the bags down for a second while I set Chloe up with one of her favorite toys – a set of Tinker Toys that had used to belong to me. Then, I went into the kitchen with the grocery bags and prepared to fix tonight’s dinner, which is sesame chicken with rice.

I had barely started cooking when Garrett came in through the kitchen door. When he saw the empty kitchen table, Garrett turned beet red with anger.

“Why isn’t my plate on the table, bitch?!” he barked.

“It’s not there because I’m COOKING it!” I spat. “It took me awhile because I couldn’t find the dadgum sesame sauce!”

Garrett got in my face, making me wince. “Bullshit! When I get home, I expect to have my dinner ready!”

I pushed him away before he could do anything physical to me. “Well, guess what?! You’re going to fix dinner YOURSELF! I’m sick and tired of your controlling attitude; in fact, I’m kicking you out!”

“What?!” Garrett yelled. “You can’t kick me out; this is my house!”

“Wrong – it’s my house! You have thirty days to pack up and leave – you hear?!”

“Yes, dear,” Garrett agreed in a sad tone.

That night, I was just drifting off to sleep with the satisfaction of Garrett not being in bed with me when I heard him whispering my name. I whipped around and scowled at him.

“Do you mind?!” I barked. “I’m trying to sleep; go back to the couch!”

“What, no sex?” Garrett asked. “Not even breakup sex?”

“Hell no! If I get pregnant, you’re never going to get to see the child, anyway, so what’s even the point?!”

“Please, babe? I’ll use a condom, I promise!”

I sighed and decided to give into his plea. “Go put one on while I undress. And I’m not your babe anymore!”

Garrett came back five minutes later wearing a condom and nothing else, and we had sex for the next half hour – just long enough for him to get his sexual enjoyment, but hopefully not long enough for him to impregnate me. Afterwards, I shoved him out, slammed the door behind him, and went back to sleep.

 

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I hope you're liking this so far! Here's the second chapter, and once I figure out a cover for this, I'll be posting it on Wattpad, too!

~Chapter Two~

POV: Jessica

Garrett was gone for good within the month (and I did end up getting pregnant with twins), and I spent the next six months thereafter trying to sell the house so I could move, as well as looking for a new place closer to my sister Morgan in Farragut, Tennessee.

When everything was finally squared away in June, I spent about a week packing everything to move to Farragut, using my Uncle Russ’s moving company for help.

About four and a half hours and several diaper changes into the final drive to Farragut, I decided to stop at a rest area by the Georgia-Tennessee line to see where we were. It was about 4 pm on the afternoon of June 15th, and Chloe was starting to get hungry for dinner.

There was a spot directly in front of the building, so I parked there, unbuckled Chloe, and took her inside; Uncle Russ followed momentarily with his truck. There was already a group of four guys looking at the large map to the right of the entrance, so while Uncle Russ went to the bathroom, I waited patiently until the four of them were done.

“So, wait – where are we again?” the shortest, who looked either Asian or native of some foreign country and had black hair, asked in confusion.

“The map says we’re here,” the tallest of the pack told him, gesturing towards the center of the map. “It’s a wee town called Whiteside, and it’s just north of the border with Georgia.”

“And according to the map, if we take Interstate 24 to Nashville, which is up here…” the muscular guy with dirty blond hair added pointing to the indicator for Nashville, “and then take 65 from there, that’ll take us to Louisville.”

“Sweet!” Shorty remarked.

Getting increasingly curious, Chloe toddled over to the dirty blond and just stood there, staring up at him.

“Chloe, come here,” I said sternly. “He’s a stranger.”

“Dada?” Chloe asked.

I took Chloe’s hand and pulled her closer to me. “No, that’s not Dada. Let them finish so we can look at the map, okay?”

The dirty blond opted to stay behind while his friends walked out to their car, a dark red minivan.

“Hello,” he greeted me in an Australian accent. “Chloe, is it?”

I blushed with embarrassment. “Yeah, that’s my fifteen-month-old daughter,” I said. “Sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize; she’s a cutie… and so are you. What’s your sign?”

“I’m flattered, but you’re clearly not my type if the first question you ask a potential partner is what her sign is.”

“Well, what is it?” The creep glanced at my eight-month-pregnant belly and added, “And you must be having twins – that bump is MASSIVE!”

“For your information, yes, I’m having twins. Now, get out before I call the cops – good-for-nothing creep!”

“Crikey!” he said with a scoff, turning on his heel and finally leaving. “Judgmental bird.”

“I heard that!” I retorted after him.

“What was that commotion all about?” Uncle Russ asked me, having just come back out.

I rolled my eyes. “Some creep just hit on me,” I said. “He asked me what my sign was and if I was having twins.”

Uncle Russ chuckled. “Well, you are, aren’t you?”

“That’s not even the point – I was just hit on!”

“Come here, Jess,” he said, pulling me in for a bear hug. “Take a deep breath and relax; you’ll never see him again!”

I sighed and relaxed my muscles. “You’re right, I probably won’t.”

Uncle Russ squeezed my hand after he let go. “The drive will take your mind off of it; I know that’s what works for me!”

“Thanks, Uncle Russ.”

“You’re welcome.”

***

The drive did take my mind off being hit on at that rest stop, and I was in a much better mood by the time I got to my new house.

As soon as I got a chance in between unpacking and arranging things the way I liked, I called Morgan to let her know.

“That’s great, Jess!” she commented. “I’m so proud of you for finally dumping that deadbeat boyfriend of yours!”

“Thanks,” I said. “Are we still on for One Direction in Nashville?”

The moment she’d found out I’d be moving one street over from hers, Morgan had bought us tickets to see One Direction as celebration for making Garrett walk out of my life.

“Yeah, of course! Do you really think I’d let you down?”

I giggled. “Nah, not at all!”

Morgan changed the subject. “So, how are the babies?”

“They’re doing awesome, as always. July can’t come soon enough!”

Morgan laughed. “I know, right?! Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to unpacking, unless you’d like me to help.”

“No, Uncle Russ and his coworkers are helping me. Thanks for the offer, though!”

“Okay. Give Chloe and the twins my love, would you?”

“Will do! Bye.”

 

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~Chapter Three~

POV: Jessica

On the night of the concert, Morgan and I were at our seats in the front row, waiting for the opening act to start, when a familiar face came into view and helped the crew set up. I quickly recognized him as the guy who’d hit on me earlier this week. I was hoping he wouldn’t notice me, but unfortunately, he did: I watched as he approached us and sat on the edge of the stage to chat.

“It’s you again!” I snapped. “You’re the creepy jackass who hit on me earlier!”

“Yeah, leave my sister alone!” Morgan added.

The guy sighed. “Yes, I am, and I’m deeply sorry for what I said,” he apologized.

“And you should be sorry,” I said. “I don’t fuck with men like you. Oh, and I Googled the slang term ‘bird’ the other day, and you had no right to call me that!”

“Well, you had no right to call me a good-for-nothing!” he defended. “Look, we really started off on the wrong foot that day, and I’d like to start that over.”

Morgan and I exchanged glances, and I shrugged. “I suppose we can do that. I’m Jessica Daniel, and the little girl who was with me is my daughter Chloe.”

“Ashton Irwin; nice to meet you!” Ashton extended his hand for a shake, and I took it. “I’ll bet you never would’ve guessed I’d be here at a One Direction concert, yeah?”

“No, I never would’ve imagined! What are you doing here?”

“My mates and I are opening for 1D. We’re called 5 Seconds of Summer, and I play drums.”

One of Ashton’s friends, who I recognized as the one who had been explaining how they were going to get to Louisville, came up and joined us.

“Hey, you’re the chick we saw at the rest stop near Chattanooga!” he remarked. “Who’s the other girl?”

“I’m Jessica, and this is my sister Morgan,” I introduced. “And you are?”

“I’m Luke; I take it Ashton here has told you about our band?”

“He sure did!” Morgan chimed in. “What do you play?”

“I’m the lead singer; Ashton is the drummer, and then we have Michael on guitar and Calum on bass.”

“We must really get back to setting up,” Ashton said. “I was nice seeing you again, Jessica!”

“You too,” I admitted.

The guys really knew how to put on a show. I could tell they were probably newcomers because of the bad jokes they’d crack from time to time and their general immaturity, but musically, I was blown away and found myself bobbing my head to every song.

~~~~~

POV: Ashton

When it was my turn to address the crowd, I took the opportunity to acknowledge Jessica, since she was brave enough to come to a concert while heavily pregnant.

“How are you lot feeling tonight?!” I screamed into the mic. The fans screamed back, and then I asked if they were ready for One Direction.

The screams that ensued after this question were so much louder than before that I had to briefly cover my ears to prevent them from ringing.

“Right, we have a PREGNANT FAN in the audience tonight!” The fans cheered for Jessica, who I instantly discovered wasn’t in the crowd anymore; neither was Morgan. “Wait a minute… WHERE’D SHE GO?!”

“I think she had to leave, mate,” Michael told me. “She was starting to look rather uncomfortable, so I imagine she’d gone into labor.”

“Fuck it!” I said, slapping my forehead in frustration. “We’re not even finished yet!”

Having overheard our conversation, one of the security guards summoned me to the edge of the stage and gave me a folded sheet of paper.

“The pregnant lady’s sister told me to give you this,” he said as he handed it to me. When I unfolded it, the note basically confirmed Michael’s suspicion that Jessica had gone into labor. Underneath the note was a P.S, which provided Jessica’s phone number and Instagram handle.

“What did the note say?” Luke asked me.

“Michael was right – she did have to go to hospital. Christ, I was about to wish her well, and good luck with the babies, and…”

“I’m sure you can put that in an Instagram message to… Jessica,” Calum pointed out, saying Jessica’s name as if to mock me.

“Get out of here!” I joked, playfully nudging him in the arm.