13 Things I Love About You (lashton au)

Chapter 12

January 24, 2009

Hemmings~

I hated seeing Ashton sad

It had been a month since I broke things off with Ashton. It had also been a month since I had seen or spoken to him. I hadn't written anything in a month either.

The next morning after everything went to shit, Calum had made sure Ashton was ok before sending him off. A couple days later we went home to Australia for Christmas.

In short, I've been a mess. I didn't know what to do with myself at all. I just sat around the apartment moping all day. I didn't want to go to classes so Calum brought my work for me.

Speaking of Calum, I could tell he was getting tired of my shit. I don't know why, the only difference from now and before was only now I was lying around crying instead of just sleeping.

I was currently in my favorite baggy grey sweatpants and my black Red Hot Chili Peppers sweatshirt, lying in a big lump under the covers as Mean Girls was playing on the tv.

Sadly, my peace was broken when Calum ripped the covers off me. I groaned looking up at him with a half sullen, half aggravated look.

"What, Cal?" I grumbled, tugging my duvet back over me.

"Luke, it smells like a skunk fucked a stink bomb and died under there. When was the last time you showered?" He exclaimed, plugging his nose.

I shrugged and Calum groaned, tugging me up.

"Go take a god damn shower Luke, I know you're sad but you can't rot under your sheets."

"I can try.." I mumbled and he shoved me towards the bathroom.
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After my shower Calum told me to get dressed and we went out for lunch. But that didn't help, so now I was back in my apartment eating ice cream and watching the Titanic.
Calum had given up and went to Michaels house, claiming he "couldn't take living with a zombie."
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It was one am and I had been sat on this couch watching sad romance movies all day. I was searching netlfix for another when there was a knock on the door.

I furrowed my eyebrows, staying quiet in hopes whoever it was would go away but they just knocked harder and I groaned.

They kept knocking and I eventually had to yell that I was coming before opening the door to a very familiar, very heart breaking, and very cold boy.

"Ashton..?" I breathed, he was shaking, crying, and trying to talk to me all at once.

He looked a mess.

His hair was greasy and he had bags under his eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes.. and not to mention he looked like he had gotten hypothermia.

"Ashton what are you doin-" I shook my head, tugging him inside and rushing around to get blankets and towels. "Just stay here ok?"

I found a couple blankets and wrapped them around him, leading him to the couch where I sat down next to him.

I still couldn't believe he was actually here, after over a month of not seeing him he just showed up, not to mention he looked a mess.

But so did I.

"A-Ashton what are you doing here?" He had finally calmed from his hysteric state and I wanted to know why he was here.

He let out a choked sob while looking at me and he looked sadder than puppies at a pound.

"M-my Mum.. S-she... S-she passed." And then he was sobbing again and my jaw dropped.

I quickly pulled him into my embrace and rocked him back and fourth, rubbing his back while trying to calm him.

"It's ok Ash... I'm so sorry.." I felt so bad for him, I would be in hysterics too if I lost my mom. He just kept shaking his head as he clung to me, sobbing into my neck.

"It's just not fair.. W-why.." I frowned and kissed his cheek, continuing to console the poor boy.

My poor broken angel.

I spent the night on the couch comforting Ashton until he fell asleep on top of me. I let him, as much as I wasn't end to be upset with him I couldn't. His mom just died, I couldn't just kick him out. I sighed, continuing to rub his back even though he was sleeping.

"I love you, Ash..."
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The next morning I woke up but there was no Ashton. My shower was running though, so I assumed it was Ash. I got up and made a small breakfast, bacon and pancakes before Ashton came out. He saw me and bit his lip, standing at the door of the kitchen.

"I-I'm sorry.." He muttered, not even looking at me. I just shrugged and turned my back.

"There's breakfast on the-"

"No! Luke stop I am really sorry!" His voice cut me off, I turned to him, pursing my lips. "Please let me talk."

I sighed, sitting down at the table and waiting for him to join me.
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Thirty minutes and ten pancakes later I was sat on the couch listening to him explain what had happened at the party and I felt bad for being so snappy with him.

Apparently, after he had gotten back from the bathroom someone offered him a brownie and he took it, not knowing it had drugs in it. Next thing he remembered was "me" pulling him down to the basement and that's how he ended up kissing someone else, which also explains why he looked so confused when I pulled him up.

"I am really really sorry, Luke. I- I know it's such lame excuse b-but.. Please Luke I miss you so much.. "

I bit my lip sitting across from him, he just looked so sad and from what he told me he didn't mean to..

I nodded a little before looking up at him.

"O-okay.. I- I forgive you." I mumbled, opening my arms as he crashed into me, clinging to my torso.

I sighed, wrapping my arms around him before kissing his cheek.

He looked up at me with a small smile making me lean down and kiss his lips before he attached himself to my torso again.

I knew he needed someone right now and I wasn't going to let him go through this alone.

I loved seeing Ashton happy too much