Waste the night || Lashton

Chapter 2

Ashtons POV
"I'm home" i shouted as I entered my flat and threw my keys onto the worktop.

I made my way through to the living room where Michael was sitting with his hand in a bag of crisps and an Xbox controller in the other.

"Hey" he replied not taking his attention away from the game on the TV screen.

I sat down on the sofa next to him and smiled to myself as I thought about Luke. I couldn't get him out my mind; his mesmerizing blue eyes and his cute little dimples when he smiled.

"Who is he?" Michael said, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I looked at him with confusion, furrowing my eyebrows and tilting my head slightly. He had paused his video game and was now turnt to face me.

"Whose the boy?" Michael asked knowing I wasnt going to answer his previous question.

"What" I said pretending I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Come on Ash, I've known you for long enough that I know what that look on your face means. You met a guy right?" He questioned me.

I felt my face heat up with embarrassment and I broke into a smile, looking down at my lap to avoid Michael.

"He must be pretty special since you came in here all giddy and you haven't stopped grinning since you stepped foot in the flat" Michael continued.

"Yeh" I said sighing

"What is it?" Michael asked. This time it was his turn to be confused.

"Its just he seems really shy and insecure" I say, wondering to myself if I'll ever get anywhere with Luke.

"Whats his name?"

"Luke" I tell Michael and he just hums in response.

The rooms silent for a moment till Michael speaks up
"Ash, if you really like this guy then I think you try and make it work. If he's shy, a closed book, just keep trying till he opens up to you and feels comfortable around you. I can already tell that he makes you happy and you should hold on to that. You deserve to be happy"

I sit for a minute and let his words sink in. "You're right, thanks Michael" I say.

"Thats what friends are for, right?" He replies and smile widely at him. I get up to leave and as I'm walking out Michael's voice stops me

"Oh and Ash," I turn to face him. "Get his number next time you see him" he tells me and I nod my head in reply.
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Luke's POV
I lie in my bed and look up at the white paint chipping on the ceiling. A salty tear rolled down my cheek as my thoughts got the better of me.

I was confused and depressed. I couldn't stop thinking about Ashton. I could picture him clearly in my head; his hazel hair curling in different directions, his hazel-green eyes full of kindness and warmth, his smile that caused little dimples to appear and his glasses perched on his nose. I didn't understand why I felt so nervous and flustered around him, and why I felt the need to be in his presence again.

I thought about my Dad, how he would have understood me and helped me. He would have listened to all my problems and given me great advice. That was what he best at.

Unfortunately he was one of the major reasons I was depressed and had sleepless nights.

My tears soon turned to sobs and I hugged my knees to chest, wishing I could just fade away like the screaming of the siren I could hear in the distance.

Thank you to everyone who has read my story up to this point!