The last two weeks on the tour has been amazing! Meeting different fans from all around the country and performing for them has just been insane.

The whole purpose is to show people what they're really worth, and how extraordinary they are. People needed to know that we loved and cared for them! We were now back in London for a few days, before flying over to America for two weeks, then Australia for two weeks. We had just got back into the house, when I received a text from Ashton.

From: Ashton xxx

Can I come round? I've missed you like crazy! I need a cuddle!!! xxx

To: Ashton xxx

Of course! Come round as soon as you can! xxx

Not even fifteen minutes later, there was a brisk knock at the door, obviously Ashton. Lydia was up in her room with the boys, making videos, so they wouldn't be down for a couple of hours, considering how long it took Lydia to make a video, what with her random outbursts. Once, it took three hours for her to film a ten minute video!

I skipped to the door, answering it to see Ashton dressed in his usual skinny jeans and band shirt, a bandana holding back his brown curls.

Before either of us could say a word, I had pulled by the t-shirt into me, kissing his lips feverishly as he pressed me up against the wall, his lips moving in perfect synchronization with mine.

"Jesus, I've missed you!" He mumbled as his lips moved down my jaw to my neck, kissing back up the way until he reached the tender spot below my ear. My breathing hitched, and I felt him smile against my skin, before he latched his lips back onto the spot, using his teeth to bite, probably leaving a mark. I moaned slightly as his lips left the spot, and he pulled away, admiring his work. I shivered slightly as the cool air hit the tender skin.

Ashton pulled back and glanced into my eyes, before looking back down to admire his handy work. I felt my cheeks warm slightly with a blush, and Ashton chuckled slightly, pressing a small, tender kiss to my lips.

"I love you!" He mumbled into them, sending butterflies to erupt into my stomach, and it made my insides feel all mushy. Gosh, Isobel! Get a grip!

"I love you too!" I replied into his neck where I had rested my head, inhaling his scent of mint and slight cologne. I missed this.

"Come on! I need to talk to you about something!" He said, his smile faltering slightly as we walked hand in hand through to the living room, sitting on the couch. As I sat down next to him, Ashton gripped onto my knees, swinging my legs round so they rested on his lap.

I couldn't help but remember that this was how Hazel and Augustus sat when Gus told her that his cancer had come back. I started to get a sense that Ashton was going to talk about something terrible.

"What's wrong Ash?" I asked wearily, reaching up and brushing some curls from his forehead so I could look into his hazel eyes clearly.

He shifted uncomfortably until he stayed still and began to explain.

"Management want to have a meeting with us, later. It's about you and I. That's why they want you to come too," He quietly explained, frowning, and I shifted more so I was now sitting in his lap, my forehead rested against his warm neck, his strong arms wrapped protectively around my waist.

"Ok," I quietly agreed, burying my head further into his neck and placing a small, loving kiss to his tanned skin. I knew something was wrong. Something is going to happen at this meeting, I could feel it.

Why can't we just be left alone, to just love each other?

Why did people want to change fate?

We stayed silent for God knows how long, just enjoying being in each other's arms, trying not to think about the inevitable meeting. Ashton was such a big part of my life now, and I didn't want that to change. I couldn't let it change.

"We need to go, I'm sorry babe," Ashton whispered into my hair as he looked at the time on his phone.

I didn't want to got to this meeting.

I didn't want to be told that I should have nothing to do with Ashton, and that we should both just leave each other's lives for good.

I just wanted to stay here, in his arms forever.

But, someone had other plans.

~

"Ahhhh, you must be Isobel!" The broad built man leant over his desk to shake my hand as Ashton and I sat down in the chairs in front of the large mahogany furniture.

"And you must be Rob!" I returned his fake smile with an even more artificial one, and I felt Ashton's hand grab mine, intertwining our fingers as he rested the clasped hands on my lap.

"So, you're probably wondering why I brought you here," He started, and both Ashton and I nodded. I just wanted to get this over and done with so I could go back home, with Ashton and cuddle and watch Supernatural.

"Well, it appears that we have a problem! That problem is you, Isobel!" He stated coldly. My jaw dropped in shock, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Ashton's face start to flush red with anger.

"What the he'll is that supposed to mean?" He seethed, and I gently squeezed his hand to try to calm him down. Which it did. Slightly.

"Well, see, Isobel is too good. Sweet. Nice! The press don't want that, they want someone who's a bad girl, who's controversial!" Rob explained, and now it was my turn to talk.

"You mean contrived!" I scoffed, shaking my head, unable to believe what he was saying. That I just give up on Ashton and I and hand him over to some slutty girl they've employed to be with him. Oh hell to the no!

"Exactly! Say your goodbyes! In you come, Stella!" Rob completely ignored our protests, and the next thing I knew, the girl that had been all over MY boyfriend from before was strolling into the room, as if she owned the place.

"Not a hope! I love Iz, and there's nothing you can do about that!" Ashton shouted, and stood up, as we both stormed from the office, hands still joined as I tried to keep up with his long strides.

Once we got back to his car, Ashton turned to me and pressed his lips to mine in a heated kiss, and I soon backed into the car, arms wrapped around his neck as I got lost in the kiss.

"Thank you!" I smiled up at him, and he mirrored my action, his usual dimple protruding from his cheek. I poked it with the top of my finger, and a cute little giggle escaped Ashton's slightly ajar lips. God, I loved him.

"Not a problem, you're my girl, and know one should ever be able to talk to you like that, as if you were disposable. I love you, Isobel!" He said, placing another soft kiss to my lips.

I loved kissing Ashton, because even if it was just a small, short peck on the lips, it still made my stomach erupt with butterflies, and was still filled with as much love as a long, passionate would be.

"I love you too, Ash!" I smiled, placing a kiss to his cheek before climbing into the passenger side of the car.

Ashton climbed into the driver's seat, and we both sang along to the radio as we made our way back to mine and Lydia's house.

~

We were currently sat on the sofa, watching the film Ashton had picked, The Pursuit of Happiness, when I had a realisation.

"What's going to happen?" I asked concerned, and Ashton giggled, giving me a confused look.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, won't you get in trouble for picking me over what your management tells you to do?" I asked, and his expression soon turned serious, as he took both my small hands in his big ones, his hazel eyes looking deep into my green ones.

"I would do anything for you, you're my little lady!" He said sincerely.

I smiled, crashing my lips to his for what felt like the hundredth time today, but the fireworks were still there, stronger than ever.

"Smile!" Ashton said against my lips as he pulled out his phone, and started to take pictures. One of us kissing, one of me smiling at the camera while he kissed my cheek, and vice versa. We took so many different photos. The final one was of us facing each other, with our foreheads pressed against each other, as we looked into each others eyes.

"I like that one!" I smiled, tapping it as we went through the many photos. Ashton smiled while still looking at the photograph, and set it as his wallpaper.

"Can we tell the fans?" He asked, suddenly serious and I nodded.

"It's about time. But won't your management be angry?" I asked concerned, and he pulled me into his lap, kissing my cheek and nuzzling his head into my neck.

"Management can suck it!" He replied, his voice sending vibrations through both of our bodies. I giggled at his rebelliousness, and watch as he tweeted the photo.

' I'd like you all to meet @BelGreen, my amazing girlfriend! Please respect her and our relationship!'

"I love you, Ash!"

"I love you too, little lady!"