You headed down the hallway, hands fumbling in your bag for your E-cig. It had been a good 6 hours since your last fix and you were desperate to get some nicotine running through your veins before bed. Passing the receptionist, you gave a little wave with your hand, showing what you were about to do. He nodded before returning his attention to the computer. He looked about as tired as you felt.

Outside the hotel entrance it was raining. The sky was dark already and the water hammered off the parked cars. Standing under the damp entrance you brought the plastic to your lips and inhaled deeply. one, two, three, exhale. You repeated the motion several times until you felt calm again. A small cloud of vapour consumed you as you leant back against the remarkably dry exterior of the hotel. They had placed a small glass roof over head to accommodate people such as yourself. Rain trickled off the edge to form a small pool at the edge of the steps. "Mind if I have a tote of that?" Someone asked from behind you. You jumped out of your skin, letting out a small shriek. He was standing there, a large baggy green coat covered his upper torso and he was wearing red checkered pyjama bottoms. His feet were stuffed into trainers that had seen better days and his hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his over coat. Ashton Irwins' eyes widened in shock as you jumped back a little. "Oh shit, I didn't mean to scare you!" He apologised as you stared at him. Your hands were at your chest as you tried to steady your breathing. After a few seconds you managed to stutter out, "Its not a real cigarette." Ashton rolled his eyes at you, the charming man from the concert replaced with a tired and irritable one. "I can see that, I've quit smoking a while back but my e-cig chamber has cracked and isn't getting fluid properly, so its a crap vape." He leant forward and plucked the fake cigarette from your fingers, with out asking again if it was alright to use it. He breathed in deeply, his eyes closing while he did. You couldn't help but notice that his hair seemed darker off stage, but that could be the lack of light. He took another long drag before breathing out the vapour through his nose. "Menthol?" He asked you, looking sideways at you through slightly hooded eyes. You nodded, unsure of what to say or do. Ideally you would have liked to have sat down to process the information that you were outside, smoking with Ashton Irwin from 5 Seconds of Summer, but right now was not the time. He shrugged and took another drag. "So, did you enjoy the concert?" He asked, not looking at you, instead his gauze wondered to the sodden car park. Your heart leapt into your throat and you could feel the blood rushing through your ears. "Yeah." you said, as casually as you could. He chucked, a soft warm noise that sounded like a cats purr. "I liked the dress you were wearing, very... gothic." If your mouth had not been dry, you were sure you would have choked on your own spit. Instead, you stared at him, mouth slightly open. He calmly took another long drag. "You actually saw me then?" You asked, your voice surprisingly level as you watched his face. His eyelashes seemed longer in person. He nodded in response as he exhaled. "First proper row, next to the lass with the short blonde hair." You nodded as well, shoving your hands into your pockets. They had not properly warmed up since you had fainted and were aware that they were starting to hurt from the cold. You exhaled slowly, feeling your heart rate turn to normal. He was just a normal guy, just wanting a smoke, that was it. He wasn't famous and he was just a normal person. He wasn't Ashton Irwin, he was just a normal person, that might happen if you kept telling yourself that. "Want some?" His Australian twang brought you back to reality. You looked at him, blinking a few times until you noticed he was holding the E-cig out to you. Reluctantly you pulled your hand out of your pocket and took it from him, inhaling as well. "Fuck me, what happened to your hands?!" He asked, his voice sounding shocked. You glanced at him, then to your fingers, which were an unusual shade of white compared to the rest of your hand. "Oh, er." You stuttered, trying to think of a way to explain what had happened with out sounding like a total dipstick. His hands enclosed yours and you felt warmth flood into your blood. It was painful, but you knew, on some level, that any warmth was going to hurt. You looked at him, your eyes wide. Your heart was beating like crazy again, making it hard to hear.