Beating Heart// Lashton

Chapter 10

It's time to fall into my arms

'Cause I've been waiting for too long

You're an angel, grab your halo

And lets fly tonight

'Cause I'm never going down, I'm never giving up

I'm never gonna leave so put your hands up

If you like me then say you like me

'Cause I'm never going down, I'm never giving up

I'm never gonna leave so put your hands up

If you like me then say you like me

I'm never going down, I'm never giving up

I'm never gonna leave so put your hands up

If you like me then say you like me

-Say You Like Me By We The Kings

Luke's POV

I had finished cleaning Ashton's cuts. We went back for the blade, and I made him flush it down the toilet. Then we sat on the edge of his bed and just stared at each other. I felt sad, sad he would hurt himself like this. I was exhausted, not because he was tiring, but because I felt his exhaustion. He's been living like this for years. At least three years at the hands of my brothers and their friend Louis. He truly thought he deserved to live like this. I need to prove to him he deserves better. 

"Why?" He broke the silence.

"Why what?" I asked.

"Do you like me? Why? I'm disgusting."

I inched my hand closer to his on the bed and intertwined our fingers. "You are not disgusting. never say that to yourself. That's a complete lie. And it hurts you. So don't say it again."

"Okay," he agreed, but I knew he wouldn't easily stop thinking that about himself.

"I like you because you have passion, you have love for your music. And I do too. Although I only really discovered that recently. But you play with your heart. Saturday, I could feel the vibrations in my chest, I could feel your heart beating along with the drums. And you're honestly so beautiful. You're absolutely adorable, and I'll admit that's what first brought me to liking you. I saw you walking the halls for the first time and when I saw your face, I was obsessed. Not like obsessed, but like, I wanted to always see your face. So every day since that day, I walk past your locker at every chance, hoping to catch a glimpse. I also think if we talked more, we'd find we have a lot in common. I just, I can go on forever, and maybe you need to hear all the reasons, but I really truly do like you for you."

"Can I kiss you now?" Ashton asked. I blushed. I nodded.

I scooted closer to him on the bed and we both leaned in. And if I felt electricity when just our thighs touched, I felt like a nuclear explosion when our lips met. It was a short sweet kiss, but it was filled with care for one another.

"So, do you like me?" I asked, as if a kiss wasn't an indicator.

"Of course, stupid."

I leaned in for another kiss, this time longer. Much longer. I ended up crawling ontop of him, holding myself up with my arms on either side of his head. I could feel the strong sense of passion I know he has. I started moving my hands around his torso, but he stopped my hand and intertwined our fingers again. I took this as a statement of conset, that kissing is okay but nothing more. I respect this.

Soon I got tired holding myself up, and I think Ashton could feel my arms shaking because he pushed me to the side so that I was laying next to him, but he never broke the kiss. We continued this for quite some time.

We pulled away and I planted one last kiss on his forhead. He slid down a bit so he could rest his head on my chest, and I played with his previously straightened hair, finding the returning curls. 

I started humming the song that's been stuck in my head forever, ever since this crush started. 

"He's the guy that no one ever knows

And I say hi but he's too shy to say hello

He's just waiting for that one to take his hand and shake him up

I bet I could

I wish my heart was always on his mind

'Cause he's on mine like all day, all the time 

Forget me not, forget me now

I've come too far to turn around, I'm here tonight," I sang. 

I could feel Ashton drumming along on my stomach with his fingers. This moment was absolutely perfect, and I wanted to stay there forever. 

"We should learn more about each other," I said. 

"Yeah, I agree."

"Do you want to go out for dinner tonight and talk?" And I realized.

"Although I'm flattered, I don't do dinner dates. I don't do dates ever, but especially not dinner. I'm anorexic and if we did dinner, I would be worrying too much about the calories and could not focus on learning about the most wonderful guy," Ashton explained.

"I get it. What about we just stay here, we have this whole school day, which my mom is going to kill me for leaving so early."

"Tell her that her other sons were being assholes," Ashton suggested.

"I can't. We have an agreement that I don't tell her what Jack and Ben do. If I did, that's when they'd finally kill me."

"Oh," he said, and we both knew I wasn't exaggerating because it's them. And he knows what they're capable of, what they do on the daily.

"Then say you felt sick, tell her you threw up and didn't go to the nurse cause she wasn't there yet."

"Is that what you do?" I asked him. I felt him nod.

"It's usually true though," he said, and I understood what he meant. 

We stayed silent for a little, then of course I had to ruin the memoment.

"I'm terribly hungry, you don't have to eat, but can we please go get something?" I asked. 

He hesitated before saying "Yeah, what do you want?"

"Could you make pancakes again? Pwease?"

Ashton laughed and booped me on the nose. "Yes, sweetheart."

I kissed him one last time before we got up.