I'm Sorry • Lashton

Chapter 3

Dedicated to Larry_Lashton for giving me a few writing tips a couple months ago. Thank youu 💕

Here is my story, I've got my type
Tattoos and skinny jeans,
black boots and piercings
A public enemy
-Dracula // Bea Miller

"School tomorrow then?" Anne said at dinner that night. Ashton shrugged and nodded, thinking about how busy he knew he was going to get, now that half term was over. Before his week off, he had made a mental list of things he was going to accomplish, whilst he was off school. However, he had seemed to forget that it was that week that he'd be moving into a new house, which meant no time for anything but packing and then unpacking. Moving house doesn't actually sound like a big hassle, and usually it's something that people look forward to- until they have to do it.

"Mum?" Harry said, looking up from his pasta "Do I have school tomorrow?"

"No" Anne chuckled "You've got a teacher training. Lauren and Ashton are going though." 

"You're so lucky, Harry" Lauren whined, finishing her serving, then looking towards her younger brother "I'd do anything to be eight years old again and actually like going to school"

"I thought you did like school?" Ashton spoke up, staring at his little sister,
Lauren's eyes widened, as if she had said something wrong, before decreasing back to size as she explained slowly,

"No... No I do like it. It's just boring"

Ashton replied with an 'oh', before pushing his chair out and standing upright "I'm going to have an early night.' He stated, before leaving the room.

It was barely nine O clock, once Ashton had gotten ready for bed. He didn't usually have early nights, but he deserved one after the tiring week he had experienced.
At 9:30, the teenage boy stripped from his pyjamas down to his boxers (because it was far too hot to sleep in anything but your underwear) before walking over to the window to push it open. Ever since his encounter with the four boys next door, Ash had avoided his neighbours- which meant staying away from his bedroom window, in case they were to be playing outside again. He even avoided the back garden, telling his mum that he'd help clean the house, whilst she did the garden, which must have looked bizarre because he actually enjoyed gardening. He wasn't sure why he was so frightened of them, but Ashton Irwin was simply a very cautious person, who thought everyone hated him- until you literally spelt it out in front of his face. And even then, his mind still held doubts.

The semi-naked boy sighed, crossing his arms over each other on the window-sill, then resting his chin on top of his bare arms. The cool breeze coming from the window felt good on his sweaty face, as his room was boiling hot and he hadn't found his desk-fan in the boxes just yet. Ashton wasn't too worried about his neighbours seeing him this time, because it was dark out, and the house next door only seemed to have the upstairs lights on, which meant none of them were downstairs. Oh god he felt like such a stalker.
All of a sudden there was a torch light outside, and Ashton sprang behind his curtain. Luke stood on the porch, shining a very bright torch around the garden. He was in sweat pants and a beanie, his chest and arms completely bare, aside from a few bracelets on his wrists.
He picked up a plush teddy toy, holding it up slightly as he spoke to someone who seemed to be hanging out the neighbouring window,

"This one?" The tall boy spoke, until there was a muffled 'yeah' in response. He nodded, switching the torch off and walking to the back door, but not before swiping a quick look around his garden- and then suddenly at the window Ashton had so badly tried to cower behind, all whilst watching the scenario beneath him. The two boys locked eyes for a second, the blonde's jaw tensing and Ashton's heart pounding- until finally the shorter shrank further behind the curtain. The taller boy shook his head and went inside, leaving Ashton with his racing thoughts.