notice • lashton

thirteen.

-Ashton-

"It's not what it looks like-"

"Oh, it isn't?! Seriously?!"

"Can you please keep your voice down-"

"In my fucking house?! What the hell is wrong with you guys?!"

My eyes slowly started to open when I heard shouting coming from downstairs. I covered my head with a pillow, groaning loudly in it.

I told them not to fucking wake me up, this better be serious.

I fluffed my hair with my fingers as my feet touched the cold floor. I opened the door of my bedroom violently, rushing towards the kitchen with a long face.

"I told you both to keep it down-" I started, but stopped myself as soon as I saw the three of them there.

I looked at Michael, as he was holding his head with both of his shaky hands. He was avoiding any type of eye contact, staring quietly at the ground.

What are you feeling guilty of?

My eyes went to Luke, his rosy cheeks getting all of my attention. His ocean eyes were quite damp while grimacing at the man standing in front of him.

Are you embarrassed? Of what, exactly?

"Calum-" Luke said, taking a few steps closer to him.

And finally, here he was.

My flatmate, my best friend.

Or is it actually him?

Because, to be frank, I've never seen him quite this angry in my entire life. His jaw and teeth were clenched, as his eyes darkened more and more when Luke approached him.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Calum yelled, pushing the other lad viciously.

"Hey!" I finally intervened, grabbing my mate by both of his shoulders. "What's up, man?!"

"Oh, I don't know!" He sarcastically answered. "Maybe you should ask THEM why they were fucking making out in MY kitchen?!"

I looked at Luke instantly, as he went from embarrassed to anxious really quickly. He rubbed his throat, licking his lips because of his sudden dry mouth. I watched his face become a lot paler, his crossed legs indicating a change in his pulse rate.

"How could you?" I thought to myself as I continued to stare at him.

"I'm sorry." He mouthed like he knew what I was thinking.

"Calum..." Michael finally spoke up. "I swear it's not what you think it is-"

I shook my head in disappointment, before facing my best friend again.

"Let's go calm you down, love." I cut him off, patting my best friend's back.

He nodded gently.

"Calum-" Michael said as we were on our way to leave the room.

"You guys should go home." I interrupted again, in a much more serious tone this time.

"I'm not going until we fix this." He insisted, making me roll my eyes.

I turned around, giving Michael a threatening glance. He gulped all the saliva he had in his mouth, however, he still managed to look me in the eye.

Impressive, to be honest.

"Calum, go ahead. I'll meet you in your room in a bit." I ordered him, especially after I felt how tense his shoulders were starting to get.

I grabbed Michael's wrist as he tried to follow my black haired mate upstairs. "He does not want to talk to any of you. Please, go home."