Suicide House // Lashton [COMPLETED]

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A/N I'm so sorry for not updating I've just been really shitty but whatever here you go.

Pounding. As if he was stuck in a room with people pounding on the walls. His head felt like it was going to explode. He gripped his head tightly and dug his nails into the soft first layer of skin on his head, attempting to somehow kill his headache. His stomach hurt. It felt like a constant burning. He didn't want food. He didn't want water. He just wanted it to end. He felt something rise up his throat as he quickly dashed to the bathroom.

He hung his head over the toilet and started retching and gagging. No vomit came out due to the fact he hadn't eaten in a couple of days. Ashton was uncontrollably shaking and wheezing, his stomach Felt weak from trying to force anything inside his stomach to come out. His hair was flopping into his face and his head started to form beads of sweat.

Luke had heard Ashton and quickly came to the bathroom holding a blanket. Luke crouched beside him. He soothingly rubbed Ashton's back and pulled the front of his hair back. Silently they sat. Finally Ashton stopped and turned to lean his back onto the toilet. Luke shuffled forwards and sat next to Ashton, wrapping him in the soft teddy bear material blanket. Ashton tucked his feat in and leant his head on Luke. His eyes drooped and he softly fell asleep.

Luke looked over and carefully slipped his arm under Ashton's legs and back and picked him up. Ashton's face fell into the crook of his neck and he pressed a soft kiss to Luke's collar bone.

Luke's colourless face blushed as he laid Ashton onto the bed and pulled the duvet over him. He leant in and pressed a kiss to his forehead and just as he pulled away, Ashton grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards to bed before sleepily loosing his grip and letting his hand fall.

Luke quietly laughed and climbed next to Ashton in bed. They snuggled into each other and fell asleep.

~

The next morning, Ashton woke up from the feeling of something falling down his nose. He rushed to the bathroom (again) and searched for cotton, with drops of blood plodding onto the floor.

He finally found some and shoved them up his nose. He didn't like tilting his head back because it caused the blood to make its journey from his nose into his mouth and he hated the feel of it travelling down.
He didn't know what was happening and he hated it.

He sat with the cotton in his nose and sat with his back to the wall as he rested his head onto the wall.

Luke slowly walked into the room to see Ashton asleep against the wall. He sadly smiled, hating seeing Ashton like this.

Luke had started to develop feelings for Ashton and had managed to push him away.

Luke's jet black heart hurt seeing Ashton like this, and all he wanted to do was cuddle him until all his pain left him in peace.

He slightly shook his shoulder, and Ashton's eyes opened.

"What's wrong with me?" Ashton's raspy voice, croaked.

Luke just held out his hand and pulled Ashton to his feet and they walked together to the bedroom.

Ashton decided to Google his symptoms. He typed in "Vomiting, Nosebleeds and Headaches."

Food Poisoning
Panic! Attacks [sorry I just had to]
Lactose intolerance
Brain tumour
Drug overdose
Kidney disease
Carbon monoxide poisoning
Pancreatic Cancer
Depression
Colin cAncer
149 suggestions like this...

A/N after many thousand years Amber ends the chapter with a shitty website.

Do you think Ashton has one of the suggested diseases?

Or:"it's the Internet and Ashton should've known not to EVER Google his symptoms!!!"

Let me know loves ;)

~Sebastian (I'm a terrible human I'm sorry)