Behind Closed Doors // Lashton

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Chapters may vary in length, though I'll try not to be too ridiculous with length changes.

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ASHTON POV

**8am, May 6th**

"Ashton, what is going on with your drums?" Luke turns and asks me.

"Clearly something got fucked up." I say. I set my drumsticks down, and start checking my drums. A few of the tech people come over, and help me look.

"Hurry up, you're wasting my time." Luke says.

"Oh no, not your precious time." I say sarcastically.

"Don't talk to me like that." Luke says.

"Sorry." I say.

"Ash." Michael comes over, tapping on one of the drum pieces. I look over to the piece, spotting the problem.

"Thanks Mikey." I say.

"No problem." He mumbles.

"Guys, hurry up." Luke says, annoyed by how long we're taking.

"Luke, it's not like you've got anything important to do." Calum says.

"Everything I do is important." Luke says.

"I'm gonna smack him, I'm gonna do it." Calum mumbles angrily.

"We can continue now Luke." I say, picking up my drumsticks.

"About time." Luke says.

We continue our soundcheck without anymore interruptions. Well, except for Luke's constant corrections. I thought he said he was gonna tone it down. The moment we finish, he heads off to shower. That same moment is when Calum and Michael walk over to me.

"Clearly talking to him didn't work. He's acting even worse." Calum says.

"He isn't that bad if you'd just ignore him." I say.

"He treats you like trash and then waves around his ego." Michael says.

"He could be worse." I say.

"I really don't think so." Michael says.

"Just let it go." I say.

"Mate, there is something wrong with you." Calum says.

"I'm fine with that." I say. I set my drumsticks on a drum, and get up. I follow the others to the dressing room, where we find Luke in a towel looking for clothes.

"Christ Luke, couldn't you take some with you?" Michael asks him.

"Please, you wish you looked this good." Luke says.

"Tone down the ego Luke." I say to him. He notices my tone, and stops flaunting.

"Go shower, you guys are all sweaty." Luke says.

"We're going." Calum says. Us three head to the showers with clothes.

"I'm surprised he listened to you." Michael says. I get into my own stall, and start the shower.

"He's a bratty teenager, you can't let him win or he'll never stop." I say.

"Good point." Calum says from his own stall. I finish up, and get dressed. I leave my stall, and go to fix my hair.

"Lets see if we can survive the rest of the day without him bitching too much." Michael says, joining me by the mirror.

"Please, this is Luke we're talking about." Calum joins us too.