Psycho. // Lashton // AU

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Ashton woke up the next morning surprisingly well rested. He really had been tired last night.

Once he stretched and sat up, he noticed he was alone. Which was a little odd to him, as he really had expected someone to be there. Most likely Calum or Dave, maybe even all four of them.

But, he shook it off, knowing they must be sleeping still and he wanted nothing more for them than to sleep. They deserved a good rest.

Once Ashton had taken a good look around the room, he got up and stretched some more, before running a hand through his hair and walking towards the door opposite the bed. He guessed one of the doors would lead to the rest of the hotel room as the other would lead to the bathroom. Unless this was a really weird kind of hotel room, of course.

As Ashton stepped outside the bedroom, he noticed how the rest looked really apartment-like. He now stood in a living-area, with a hallway opposite of him and a couch, TV and bookshelf to his right. Left was another door like the one he had just used and a little further was what seemed to be the kitchen.

Ashton walked towards the barstools that were placed nicely along the bar, hearing humming in the kitchen and assuming someone was there.

As he looked into the kitchen, he saw Luke making an omelet. There also were two glasses placed on the counter, a carton of juice next to it. The blonde moved to the carton and poured some juice in the glasses, before turning to walk to the fridge. As he did, however, he noticed Ashton, jumping up a little. "Oh! Hi, good morning. Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Eh, no." Ashton spoke slowly, looking at the blonde in slight confusion. Luke simply smiled, putting the carton in the fridge and going back to the omelet.

"Had a good sleep?"

"Yeah." Ashton reluctantly sat down on one of the stools, leaning on the wood of the bar. "Can't complain."

"Good, good." Luke smiled at the curly haired boy, getting a plate and scooping the omelet on it. He then found some cutlery in the drawers and placed it on the bar, as well as the glasses of juice. "Is it okay if we share the omelet? I mean, I made it for you, but I have to admit that it looks really good."

Ashton blinked quickly, before looking at the omelet and shrugging. "Sure."

Luke stayed on the other side of the bar, standing and leaning on the bar as he cut a piece from the omelet, before eating it.

Ashton copied his actions, humming. "This is good. You really made this yourself?"

"Yeah. I didn't want to order roomservice, you know, since it's so early and all." Luke waved it off, smiling proudly at the compliment he had just received.

"What time is it then?" Ashton asked, his eyebrows furrowing together again.

"Just past eight. I mean, it's not that early, but still." Luke shrugged.

"Oh." Ashton nodded slowly, both of them then eating in silence. After the omelet was gone as well as the juice, Luke got up to put everything in the sink. "Where are the boys?"

"Still sleeping, probably. I mean, it's not even close to nine, you know."

"Calum as well?" Ashton frowned, knowing Calum sometimes had trouble sleeping and was almost always up around this time. Surely he would check on Ashton. Especially since the curly haired boy had been so caring towards him lately. The kiwi didn't have it easy.

"Yes." Luke mumbled, seeming irritated by the mention of Calum. Ashton shook it off, however, knowing it couldn't be, because the blonde loved his bandmates as much as he loved him. He probably was still a bit shaken up from fainting.