Sister feuds [CALM AU]✔️

Chapter Eleven

Luke's P.O.V

It had been a week or so since Michael and Calum had been separated from Ashton and I, and I was missing them both terribly, I went to the doctor in that time after we finally got back him and I found I was pregnant, I was happy but I was also upset because Calum wasn't there to share my happiness with me. Ashton was teary and I was crying as we flew back to the house. We cuddled up in Ashton's bed, holding onto Michael's slowly fading scent as we did. Calum's scent wasn't in the room, it was all over the couch though so we would alternate between the two, sometimes splitting because we wanted to spend some more time either in the bed or on the couch. Ashton cried the first night back, I could hear him sobbing into my back and I so wanted to comfort him but when I moved, he drilled and turned over so he was facing his back to me, I bit my lip and turned over to hold him from the back and he exhaled, curling into me, probably not knowing that I was actually awake. After that, it happened every single night, he wouldn't cry but he was extremely upset, I kept my emotions in and well by I that I mean that I cried in the shower while Ashton held me as he ran his hand through my hair or up and down my back. I think me being pregnant just made my emotions heighten.

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I was sitting half on Ashton and half on the couch as we sat and watched T.V., he had his head in my shoulder and his arms around me, I sighed, turning around and kissing him softly, he hummed and pulled me closer so that I was pressed against him, "I love you," he mumbled against my lips, "I love you too," I mumbled back, kissing him again.  "Do you think Cal and Mikey are okay ?" He asked leaning his forehead against mine, I shrugged, "I don't know," I said because I really didn't, I was worried about our soulmates, he nodded and bumped our noses together, making me smile softly and close my eyes. "We should go out. Get some fresh air," Ashton whispered, pecking my lips. I nodded, "okay," Ashton smiled and stood up, still holding me in his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I put my head on his shoulder, kissing his neck lightly. "Where're we going?" I asked, Ashton shrugged, "let's just walk around and stuff, we can get food if you want ?" He said and I nodded, "I want food,"

"Food or blood?" He asked, laughing, I pecked his cheek, "blood," I mumbled with a giggle against his cheek. "I thought so," he said, setting me down on my feet, I wrapped my arm around his waist and he led us to the door, we locked up and walked down to the clinic, going to the back entrance.

We saw that Zayn was the only one there, we walked in and walked up to him, we gave him our order and he gave it to us, "so, how're your other soulmates ? Still living ?" He asked with a menacing smile. Ashton stiffened beside me and I hugged him to me, "they're perfectly fine, not that it concerns you in any way though," I answered coldly, now hugging Ashton properly. "You sure about that ? I heard Chloe got them." he said, raising his eyebrow, "our soulmates don't concern you, worry about your own and making them happy before you try to hurt us and ruin our lives," I snapped through clenched teeth and I turned away, walking quickly out of the building, the box of blood in hand. I pulled Ashton behind the building and ascended, flying to the house, Ashton was pressed against me, fisting my t-shirt. Ashton seemed to be at his breaking point, he was upset, he didn't want to talk, he would follow me every where, he would tear up or cry whoever Michael or Calum were mentioned which wasn't normal, this was different, he didn't seem to be crying because they weren't with us or because we didn't know if they were okay, but he seemed to be crying for some other unknown reason.

He seemed to be mourning someone that wasn't his mother. I wanted to know who that someone was but he wouldn't say.

I opened the back door and walked into the house, putting away the blood with Ashton still latched onto me, he wasn't crying, just holding onto me with his face in my neck, whining whenever I would move my arms from around him every time I moved to put the blood away. I kissed his head lightly, "baby, please tell me what's wrong," I whispered, sitting down after I threw the empty box away. He shook his head and leaned up to kiss me softly. I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him close to me as I rubbed his scalp lightly. He hummed and leaned his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes as he rubbed circles onto my hip.