Ashton's POV
It has been about a week since I told Luke everything and he's really helping me.
He's not treating me the way I've always thought someone would if they knew. He's not treating me fragile. I'm not fragile.
I'm not a child. I know what I'm doing is wrong and bad for my health and whatever, but in the end, I don't give a fuck. And he respects that.
He doesn't treat me like I need help. But he's always there when I need him. If I need to cry, he'll be there to hold me.
And the best part is he doesn't tell me that everything is going to be okay. He doesn't try to convince me of that false hope.
He just let's me know that it's okay to not be okay. It's okay to cry sometimes. It's okay to breakdown.
Especially with what I have to deal with. My siblings come down today.
I'm still not exactly sure about him helping me like this.
I know I need the help, but it's not his problem. It's mine and I should just live with it.
Everytime I try to convince him it's not his problem he just tells me it's not a problem at all. He says it gives him a reason to be near me.
We've been pretty close. I told him I didn't need a label just yet. I'm in no hurry.
It's nice to be able to sit and make out with him then 10 minutes later we can just act like friends, yunno? I don't want to ruin that by making him my 'boyfriend.'
I don't need the label. It's obvious he cares about me. A lot. And I sure as hell care about him. A lot. And that's all I need to know. For now anyway.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a knock at the door. Luke is coming over an hour before my siblings get here, but he's like half an hour early. I'm not even dressed!
Oh well. I walk down stairs in my booty shorts and a tank top and open the door to see a wide smiling Luke looking down at me.
Did I mention I'm super short? Like 3 feet tall. No just kidding, but I'm like 5 foot 3ish. And Luke is like a full foot taller than me. I love it.
His smile turns to a smirk as he takes in my appearance. I already straightened my hair and put on mascara and a thin line of eyeliner because I wanted to be ready. "Nice outfit choice. I like it." Luke comments, walking through the door past me.
"You're early," I comment turning around only to be pushed back against the door, my hands pinned above me head.
"I thought it would give us some time for this." He says slyly as he smashes his lips onto mine forcefully. I kiss back with just as much passion. He slides his tongue across my bottom lip begging for entrance.
I decide to tease him a bit and deny cheekily. I smirk against his lips, careful to keep them shut.
He then grinds his hips against my own, making me gasp. He takes this as his chance to slip his tongue into my mouth. They battle for dominance in a soft dance, eventually he wins of course.
He takes his hands away from mine where they were held above my head and move them to my hips, holding loosely.
I take my hands and begin running them through his hair, pulling at the soft short ones at the base of his head. He let's out a throaty moan, pulling me even closer to him.
After a couple more minutes of our intense make out session, I softly push him back.
"I have to get dressed." I say quietly.
"Aww, I like this outfit though!!" He laughs out.
I push his chest back playfully and start walking toward the stairs.
Suddenly I'm lifted into the air and thrown over his back and he carries me up the stairs.
"LUKE. YOU'RE GONNA DROP ME!!" I scream and he only chuckles. I cling onto his back and curse him as he runs up the stairs.
We finally reach the top and he puts me down on the ground, planting a soft kiss on my lips before telling me I should probably get dressed. I give him a dirty playful look before walking off to put on my clothes.
I decide to wear my black ripped skinnies (like every day), and a maroon top with black half sleeves.
I throw on my white converse and check myself in the mirror, fixing my hair and makeup quickly before going back in the hallway to find Luke gone.
I skip down the stairs and find Luke sitting on the couch. I plop down beside him and give him a small smile. "How are you?" He asks seriously.
"I'm fine." I answer flatly.
"Ashton."
"Let's not talk about it now. Please? I will tell you. I just don't want to get worked up before my family gets here.
I haven't seen them in 2 weeks and in all seriousness, they're like my children. I've been raising them since they were between 3 and 7. I need to see them and they need to see me happy. They don't need any stress. I want them to live their childhood." I explain.
"Okay. I understand." Luke responds as he pulls me into a hug.
"I have another question.." He says carefully.
"Yeah?" I say back just as carefully.
"Umm. When they come in. What do I introduce myself as? I mean I don't want to hurt your feelings by saying I'm your friend, but I don't want to push anything by saying your boyfriend.
I'm good with it either way, in fact I'd love for you to be my girlfriend, but only if you were okay with it, I know you said you don't care about labels and I don't wanna push anything and I don't..." Luke rambles on before I cut him off.
"I would love to be your girlfriend. But we better still be able to act like friends sometimes to. And if we ever break up and I lose my best friend and my boyfriend, I'll stalk you so I can feel like I still have you." I say casually before looking at him and laughing.
He laughs as well, until there's a knock on the door. His face grows worried and I smile wide.
"Don't worry Luke. They'll love you!" I say, pulling him along to the door.
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You Can't Save Me..
Fanfiction"You just can't save me." She would say. "I can try." He whispered as she drifted off to sleep. Her name was Ashton. She suffered from depression since age 8, been cutting since age 10, and starving since age 12. She knew from the beginning she had...
