Luke saw him while in a taxi. It wasn't good the way the boy stuck out in the big New-York crowds. He couldn't even see his face. Actually that's a lie because he did see his face. From where he was looking down at his phone (about three cars away waiting at the crosswalk) his hair had a small crown of flowers placed upon it. The chill in the air gave his cheeks a slight pink color and Luke couldn't help but quickly snap a picture of this perfect human being with the light hazel eyes.
Luke couldn't help it-that's what he came here to do after all-taking a picture of this person should've been a completely simple thing.
But he's Luke Hemmings, and nothing's as simple as it seems.
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Hazel Eyes | Lashton
Fanfiction"Love will always be a stronger bond then blood, Ashton."
