Revolution || Lashton AU - boyxboy

f i f t y

This chapter is kind of just a bunch of cutesy crap to kind of wrap the situation up. Also, sad sad sad news at the end of this chapter.

It was nearly noon the next day and I was still curled up in bed, but I couldn't bring myself to leave my bed because I was in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and the air was cold and my bed was warm. Any rational person would've felt the same way, I'm sure.

Though, perhaps it wasn't a very fair thing to say, because the only real reason I was as warm as I was, was because I had all my limbs tangled together with Ashton's who was reluctant to get out of bed as well.

My eyes fluttered open, falling on Ashton's sleeping face and though him being here next to me had something of a calming effect, I could feel anger still bubbling in the pit of my stomach at his disappearance. Only, I didn't think I was ready to be angry. I needed time to look at him and hold him and relish in the fact that he was here with me again.

The sun that shone through the window cast shadows of his eyelashes across the plains of his face, and reflected off of his honey-colored hair and I could feel his stubble on my collarbone, and although he was sleeping, his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist and back, and everything felt so perfect and I honestly believed that if we could've just stayed there like that for the rest of eternity, nothing could've ever hurt us.

And maybe that was true. It felt like it.

Ashton's eyelids fluttered open and God, I almost forgot how beautiful his hazel eyes were, and I nearly lost myself in them for the umpteenth time since I'd met him.

He shifted onto his side and propped his head up on his hand, smiling rather groggily at me before reaching a hand over and running it over my cheek.

"God," he breathed, "you are so beautiful."

I could feel my cheeks burn as I ducked my head from his view, punching him lightly in the shoulder and eliciting a chuckle that could only be compared to literal sunshine.

"Shut up." I mumbled.

"I love you, you know." he beamed very hazily.

I chuckled. "That so?"

"You know I do." he said, sounding much more serious. "I love you and it scares the hell out of me but it will never not ring true. You'll never be able to get rid of me, Hemmings."

"It's just kind of funny. You know, the evolution of it all. One of my first times talking to you, I got stabbed. Now you're a big softy and you won't lay a finger on me." I grinned, poking him in the stomach.

"I was in a bad place when I met you." he shrugged. "And maybe I still am. But you make it easier to deal with."

"Yeah?" I asked, grinning big enough that it made my cheeks hurt.

"I didn't meet you long after I'd been diagnosed." he said. "And I think you'd find that antidepressants sometimes like to hurt you more than they like to help you. I was barreling through a place full of dark corners and dead-ends, but you threw yourself in my line of destruction, and, rather ironically, saved me."

"So what're you saying?" I chuckled very fondly. "The fact that I'm so destructively willing to bare my thoughts picked you up and put you back on your feet?"

He laughed lightly, keeping his eyes trained on me. "I'm saying that if you weren't there to put me in my place, I don't think I ever would've found it on my own."

It's kind of a weird feeling when someone tells you that you (even inadvertently) saved their life. And I'm not saying Ashton never would have made it without me, because, who knows? Perhaps there were too many times when I only made things worse. Perhaps no matter how much he believes that I saved him, he would've been better off if I never chased him down the way I did that cold, fall day.