Weightless (lashton au)

Chapter thirty-one

^^^ KELLIN IS SO SMALL AW

WHOA

ITS AN UPDATE

WOW

Can I just say I hope Zayn is ok because he's been under so much stress lately and aw bby :( I'm fucking crushed that he left but god daMMIT IF ITS IN HIS BEST INTEREST THEN I SUPPORT HIM and he's still Zayn, he's still gonna be lookin fly as hell and that's all that matters

This story is an uncontrollable mess because it's been ongoing since like 2013 (I've never finished a story before) and I've kind of lost the point??? Ugh
I guess I'll just see what I do for this chapter but idk I should probably end this story soon :/

IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE: I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THERAPY SESSIONS WORK IM JUST GUESSING AND THIS IS JUST A FANFIC SoO

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"They left us alone, the kids in the dark
To burn out forever or light up a spark

We come together, state of the art
We'll never surrender the kids in the dark."

~ Kids in the Dark by All Time Low

(IM SO EXCITED FOR FUTURE HEARTS OMG WHEHAHDB)

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Ashton's POV

I was okay.

At least, I wished I was. Lately, I've been so caught up in everything that I hadn't thought about the past in a while.

So, all at once, it hit me like a truck as I tried to sleep that night.

Before meeting Luke, I was at the lowest point in my whole life. I couldn't believe I had lived with my poor excuse of an uncle for so long, and I remember blaming myself for the reason why he hit me.

Now, that sounded completely ridiculous. It wasn't my fault that he was a terrible human being, right?

I found myself furrowing my eyebrows, my heart leaping at the thought as I laid there, feeling a foreign emotion. I think it was progress in the right direction; I didn't blame myself anymore. At least, not for that.

I hadn't realized I was squeezing Luke's hand in slight excitement for myself until he let out a sharp breath on my neck,

"Ashton?" His voice was rough and deep, like he'd just woken up (which he probably did).

"Yeah?" I whispered back, strangely feeling a smile tug at my lips.

"You're hurting my hand, babe," I let go of it quickly, turning around in Luke's arms to face him with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry." He grinned tiredly with a reading glint in his eye, waking up a little more.

"What did I tell you about apologizing too much?" I felt my cheeks burn,

"But, I have an actual reason to apologize!" Luke shushed me by grabbing my face, and then bringing our lips together for a sleepy kiss.

Once we pulled away, I cuddled into his chest and sighed happily when he began to run his fingers through my hair.

"Hey, Ash?"

"Hm?"

"Why is it that you're happier at three in the morning than during the normal day?" It was such a valid statement that I found myself laughing a little. I could feel Luke smiling along, too, but the short moment of lightheartedness was quickly cut off by my thoughts, like usual. God, it was true. My emotions seemed to swing back and forth between extremes, and sometimes I felt nothing at all.