Pictures (l.h. + a.i.)

six

(unedited)

Ashton sighed as his mom walked to his room for the nth time, a different dress on each time, asking if she looked good.

"Mum, you look good in anything" Ashton said, not bothering to glance up from his phone. "Why're you getting so dressed up anyways?"

"Luke and I are going to dinner." She said, checking herself in his mirror. Ashton frowned.

"Oh." The brunet said.

"Don't worry, dear. There's leftovers for you in the fridge" Anne said, fixing her blond hair out of her face. Ashton looked at his mother. She was very beautiful to him. She had pretty pale blond hair that he used to twirl on his fingers when he was younger that was tucked into a bun, and bright and lively blue eyes that he would always complain about not inheriting like his younger siblings had. It was almost impossible, Ashton thinks, how a woman could be so beautiful, inside and out. Ashton realizes why Luke had fallen for his mother.

"I hope you have fun." Ashton says from behind her, watching her from his bed through the mirror. She looks back at his reflection and smiles.

"Thank you, Ashy." Anne said. The doorbell suddenly rang, and Ashton could see her blue eyes light up. "That must be him!"

She rushes out of his room, and Ashton decided to follow her, grabbing his camera from his nightstand. He's right behind her as she opens their front door, and he immediately sees Luke's blue eyes look directly at her.

"Wow."

It was almost inaudible. Accidental, even. Almost as if he didn't mean to say it out loud, but the thought slipped out through his mouth before his brain could process anything.

Ashton doesn't know why he wants to throw up, but dear god, does he feel his stomach tighten and his throat choke up. Maybe he doesn't want to throw up. Maybe he wants to cry. Maybe both. But hearing that single phrase slip from Luke's mouth because of his mum instead of him has never made him feel as shitty as he's ever felt in his whole life as he does right now.

"Wow yourself, Luke." Anne giggle. Ashton was caught off guard. His mum giggled. Like, teenaged girl giggled. And suddenly everything was weird and off to Ashton because his mum was going out to dinner on a Friday night with the most ethereal man he's ever seen in his life, and he was stuck at home with leftovers and reruns of How I Met Your Mother. There was a slight pause before the blond man spoke again.

"Wha-- huh?" He asked, as if he were knocked out of a trance. And why wouldn't he be in a trance? Ashton thought. That's just how beautiful my mother is.

"I said, wow yourself." Anne repeated. For a moment, Ashton thought that he saw Luke's crystal blue eyes on him from over his mother's shoulder, but instantly scolds himself for thinking such a thing.

"Oh, yeah, you look good." Luke says. Anne gives him a confused look before shaking her head and thanking him. She turns around to face Ashton, revealing Luke in the process.

"Well, we'll be off now. The leftovers are in the fridge, and you can invite Calum over if you would like to keep you company." She said. Or at least, Ashton thinks she said, as he was too busy staring at the taller man in front of them. His eyes traveled down from his black leather boots to his long, black skinny jeans clad legs to the white button up shirt that was unbuttoned a little less than half way to show off his broad chest. He saw how his hair fell in messy golden curls over his forehead, and how his unshaven face made him look a bit older than what Ashton was used to seeing.

"Can I take a picture?" The brunet asked. Anne nods her head enthusiastically. Luke steps up beside her and wraps his arm loosely around her shoulder as she pushes her hair behind her ear and rests a hand on her waist. Ashton brings his camera up to his eye and doesn't even bother taking a picture of the both of them. He focuses the camera on Luke and zooms in so that it's only him along with his mother's shoulder in the shot. He takes a few pictures and brings his camera down. "Have fun." He says. But he doesn't really want them to have fun. He loves his mother, but he wants her to have a terrible time, and maybe he's being selfish, but maybe, just maybe if it doesn't work out, then he'll have his chance. But who is he trying to kid? Why would the godly 28 year old want to be with his girlfriend's teenage son.

So they walk out, and yes, Ashton feels a bit like plopping onto his bed and curling up into a ball and crying a little. But he won't. At least he hopes he won't. But it's just him in the house because his siblings are with their grandparents and his mother is out on a date with the man he thinks he's falling in love with, and there's not much he can do about it. He ends up shooting Calum a quick text to come over before taking a seat on the living room couch and taking a look at the photos he shot. His eyes fall on Luke's perfect smile, and he thinks to himself that a smile like that could probably cure cancer. Maybe that's a bit extreme, but dear god, did the brunet think that the older man had the most gorgeous way of smiling he thinks he's ever seen. Ashton admired how Luke's blue eyes could still sparkle beautifully and how his pale skin could still look glowy with his perfect imperfections under the shitty lighting in their foyer. And it suddenly hits Ashton that he doesn't think he's falling in love, but that he already is.

Here's a quick update, i hope you enjoy. Don't forget to vote this up and leave comments! Love u all!!

-jessica xx

Ps: im writing a book for the malum side of this if any of u r interested ((^;