It was an average Wednesday morning, nothing exciting happened on average mornings like this. One perk of having what some would say, global internet success, is that I don't have to work. I get paid to make videos and do what I love! How crazy is that!?

It was amazing that I could make a living for myself doing something that I loved, and meeting new people all over the world, making friends and generally having a great time.

My main genre of video consisted of cooking tutorials, but I also do tags and challenges. I lived with my best friend and fellow YouTuber, Lydia, who was a gamer. We had been best friends since we could remember, and when we both finished high school, it just made sense to move in together.

As I woke up on this average Wednesday morning, I looked around my room for a bit before actually getting out of bed. I loved my room! The walls were a soft cream colour, and the curtains matched my light yellow bedding. My room was what Lydia called "Tumblr inspired" with fairly lights lining the roof, and a wall that had fan art pinned all over it. I had my own bathroom, and there was a massive wardrobe that joined Lydia and my own room's together. But that wasn't a problem due to the size of it.

It amazed me every single day, that I was going out to do the things I most loved, with my best friend by my side. It was sometimes as if I was on top of the world, and nobody could bring me down.

I picked out an outfit consisting blue high-waisted skinny jeans, a black Strokes t-shirt and black Vans. I changed into the outfit after having a shower, letting my medium length hair dry into it's natural state of light brown waves, some of the waves blond from when I recently had my hair dyed in an ombre style. I did my usual make up and walked out of my room, going through the walk in wardrobe to Lydia's room.

I gently opened the door and walked over to her bed. Lydia's room was a lot like mine, except the colour scheme was deep purple and creme rather than yellow and creme. Also, Lydia had what she liked to called her "Gaming station" where her consoles were set up. She also had an array of Pokemon merchandise that lined shelves along her walls.

It was always a daunting task, waking her up, because you never knew quite which mood she would be in. Sometimes there was sass, others sweetness, and often a lot of grumbling stroppyness. But that was Lydia, and that was one of the many reasons why I loved her.

"Lyd, wake up!" I said, gently nudging her until her brown eyes fluttered open. She sleepily pushed the mass of red curls from her face, yawning as she did so, looking a bit like a lion.

Her hair always reminded me of Merida from Brave, and it always caused jealousy amongst people who met her. But Lydia wanted my thick light brown locks, which I was actually quite proud of. My hair is the one thing that I absolutely adored about myself, and I always like to style it in different ways.

"Morning," She sighed heavily, sitting up slightly. She looked as though she had cried herself to sleep again, as she had been doing nearly every night since the break up with her long term, long distance boyfriend, Jc.

"I was just going out to get something, did you want anything from the shop?" I asked her, and she shook her head, yawning again. I swear, this girl really was at a lack of oxygen this morning.

"Ok, I will be back soon!" I said, walking out the door and going down stairs, slinging my handbag over my shoulder.

Thankfully, it wasn't too cold in the fresh London air as I quickly walked to the Sainsbury's Local, not far from our West End house.

I always liked moments like these, when the city was waking up, and there was a sense of calm before all the hustle and bustle began, as people rushed on with their busy lives. It was moments like these when I stopped to take a breathe, enjoying the world around me, and serenity of being alive.

I was walking through an isle of the shop, wire basket in hand, not really paying attention to anything apart from the different types of rice in front of me, when I was knocked over by someone walking in the other direction.

I lay on the ground for a second, dazed as I felt a full throb in my head. I rubbed at the forming bruise on my scalp, wincing slightly as my low pain threshold, which I had always been ashamed of.

"I'm so sorry!" I heard the person I had walked into say in a thick Australian accent, as I looked up to see who had knocked me over.

The face was familiar, and the boy helped me up, holding his hand out for me to shake. He had beautiful hazel eyes that could capture you in an instant and hold you in place for an eternity. The kind that held secrets, dying to be told, fighting to stay hidden. He had light brown hair that lay in wild curls over his head, a few protruding over his wonderful eyes.

"Hi, I'm Ashton!" The boy chirped, and everything clicked into place. He was from 5 Seconds of Summer. I thought it was just someone who looked like him, but then I saw a green haired Michael behind him.

I attempted to keep my cool, when really, on the inside, I was freaking out. They were one of many bands I loved, and fangirled over, so meeting these two boys in a quiet shop in the middle of London was yet another dream come true.

"Isabol!" I sighed, shaking his hand, before picking up the dropped groceries. Thankfully, my bag of flour hadn't burst like I had expected it to, and only one of the sugar roses had smashed out of twelve, so it wasn't to great a loss.

"Hey, I'm Michael!" The taller boy smiled, shaking my hand. I politely smiled back at them, before making my way to the till to pay for my goods, the two boys following my lead. After I had paid mine, I turned to the boys, who hadn't gotten anything.

They both watched me expectantly, towering over me. They must have been at least a foot taller than me. There must be something in the Australian water.

"Can I get you some coffee or something, to say sorry for knocking you over!?" Ashton asked, looking into my eyes. He looked quite guilty, and I smiled at his cuteness.

"Well, I don't live far from here, but you're welcome to come back to mine, for a coffee, if you want!" I asked, almost pleading. I loved these boys to pieces. And imagining the look on Lydia's face if she found out they had come back with me was almost too great a reason.

"Inviting strangers to your house, doesn't sound very safe!" Michael joked, and I knew I needed to admit to them that I knew who they were, so they don't think I'm some lunatic who invites strangers to her house.

I mean, it's not as if I invite random homeless guys round for a cuppa and a round of JustDance on the Wii. No, I save that for when my Dads come.

I have two dads who adopted me at the tender age of two, and brought me into their home with loving arms. They were literally my heroes, and I loved them both to utter pieces. My life would have probably turned a whole different, reckless direction without them fixing it, and I thank them every day for it.

I turned my attention back to the two boys as the followed me from the shop, watching me expectantly as I smiled up at the two of them.

"I know you guys, from 5 Seconds of Summer, you could say I'm a bit of a fan!" I smiled, and the two boys laughed, chatting with me as we walked out the shop and back to the house.

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So guys! I know it's short, but I just wanted to quickly start this Ashton fanfic! So, I still need comments so I can update my Michael Clifford one, The Only Reason! So, you can read that on my profile if you want!

For the purpose of this fanfic, the 5SOS boys only supported One Direction on the UK/Ireland leg of the Where We Are Tour! After all, it is fanFICTION!

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Love you all, Megan x