vinyls

bracelets

Ashton POV:

"WAIT, WHAT?!?!" I looked at Michael, who was staring at Harry. I didn't hear what Harry had told to him but I was going to find out.

"Hey Michael, would you like to go to my room?" I hoped he would say yes so I could ask him what Harry had said to him.

"Yes" I got up off the couch and helped Michael up then we headed up the stairs took a left down the hallway, and arrived at my door.

After I had opened the door I walked in and turned around to see Michael standing there with his jaw dropped.

"This is Amazing!" He whispered then ran over to my drum kit to sit on the stool.

"Do you play?" He asked me, a little over excited.

"Yeah, I've been playing since I was 8, nothing to big though..." I told him looking at the floor, blushing.

"Well my band needs a drummer if your interested?"

"I'll think about it." Heck no! What was I saying? I would love to be in a band if it meant I got to see Michael everyday.

"Hey, what did Harry tell you? I'm just curious." I asked him; and he blushed looking at the floor.

"He called me your um.... your um...... your boyfriend." He said meeting my eyes, and believe me I was not expecting that.

"I'm sorry, are you okay with that? Me being gay?" I said looking at the floor, waiting for the insults to come, but they never did.

"Ashton it's okay, I know what it feels like to be that way" He said, and I was completely shocked by what he had just said. He was like me too and he understood.

I noticed he became really uncomfortable with the conversation at hand and started talking about something else.

"Ash, Your room is amazing..."

I watched him sitting on my drum stool in complete awe. I did have to admit though my room was pretty rad for a guy.

"It is pretty cool isn't it?" I looked at him and he was smiling, and even when he had stopped smiling his eyes never did.

He then got off of the stool and walked over to my record player and started rummaging through the huge stack of vinyls I had on the self next to it.

Michael had finally found the one he was looking for and held it up for me to see, giggling. He then opened it and got the record out of the slot to put it on the machine, when I noticed he was holding his hand in a pained look.

"Michael what's wrong?" I asked him walking over to were he was standing .

"Your record cut my hand" he said laughing.

"Let's go to my bathroom, I have some stuff we can put on it." I told him worriedly

Once we were in my bathroom he was sitting on my counter, while I was rummaging through my medicine cabinets, looking for things to clean and bandage his wound. I had gotten everything that I needed and started my work.

"This might hurt a bit." I told him starting to clean the cut on his lower palm. I heard him gasp, so I stopped; but he told me to resume, so I did.

"Mikey, I could access the cut better if you took off some of your bracelets." when I finished my sentence he tensed up and I looked at him and I saw tears swimming in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked sincerely.

"Your gonna think they're ugly..." he whispered thinking I didn't hear him but I did.

"Can you take off your bracelets, please?" I asked him once again. He was hesitant at first but then he started taking them off.

That was when I saw them, and I started to cry.
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lol sorry for the awkward ending but I honestly hate myself for ending it like this but yolo

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