someone to you || l.h ~ a.i

10

The brunette heard a soft knock at his door. He didn't realize he was in deep sleep after coming home from the spot.

"Luke?" the figure of the curly man stands by the doorway.

"Yeah?" he mumbles to get some sort of reply out. 

"I've got some Panda Express," he holds the bag up as a signal that he has something with him. 

The brunette debates whether or not he wants to go out or stay in his room. He soon realized that staying in the same enclosed place will make him crazy so he proceeds to go out. 

"I'll be out in a few." He replied as he heard the footsteps leading elsewhere.

Rubbing his tired face, he got out of the darkroom as he tried to wake himself up from an everlasting nap. 

"Did you plan on coming home earlier today?" the curly man questions as he grabs a couple of plates from the cabinet.

"I didn't plan on it. It just kinda happened," he sat on one of the stools as he watched him grab the plates. He watched intently focusing on the biceps of the curly man, imagining his arms wrapped around his. 

After the plates were brought down, the food was placed and they feasted right away. The two men eat in silence as the music takes over them. The curly man ponders for a second before asking Luke, "Is something bothering you?"

Luke hesitated in answering this question, but without any verbal sign, he just gave a look towards him.

"Did something happen while you went out?" the concerning tone in the curly man makes Luke feel vulnerable but also makes him feel like he can say whatever it is. He can trust him after all. 

He takes a long breath before commencing, "I saw her today."

"Saw who?"

"S-sof-" Luke says quietly without finishing her name as he looks down.

"Luke," the curly man places a hand on his shoulder for support. 

"When will she leave me alone? All she seems to do is pop up wherever I am. It's like as if she's working with someone to just keep putting me down." He rants.

"Lu, you want me to talk to management?" the curly man questions hoping he can cheer him up.

"No, cause you know they won't listen. They've done too much already, and whatever they end up saying, that's what happens. I'm trapped." he continues to ramble. 

"We're not trapped and they will listen," the curly man tries to help him calm down but nothing is helping.

"Ash, just open your damn eyes. I can't even be myself in front of everyone. I'm being forced to put on an act. I signed my life away to the point I can't express how I truly feel about myself. Sure they let you come out, but me, you saw what they did. You saw it all unfold and what kind of mess it turned into. I get they were okay with you and all, but they've put me through hell. I just-do any of you guys see that?!" Hysterical, the brunette storms out to his car while the curly man sits back and does nothing to stop him. 

Closing the car door behind him, he sat in the back seat and held his knees to his chest, holding himself knowing he still has himself. Tears continue to stream down as he recalls everything unfolded a few minutes ago. He knew he didn't want to come out harsh and he truly feels awful for what happened. However, he did get his point out but he didn't want it to come in that way. 

It was hard enough to tell Ashton that he saw her today, but he couldn't bring the words to say the real deal. That would have to be in another conversation. It didn't even hit that he should've said it, but it still feels fresh.