Behind Closed Doors // Lashton

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

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ASHTON POV

**5pm, May 12th**

Luke pushes past me, in a rush for no reason. I kinda just watch him go around getting his clothes. He shoots me a glare, telling me to stop staring. I don't listen and watch him get dressed.

"Ashton do you fucking mind? Why don't you do something productive and get ready instead of staring at me like a lost puppy?" Luke snaps at me. Michael and Cal both look up from the couch.

"Sorry." I mumble.

"Come here Ash, chill with us." Michael says, patting the seat next to him. I glance at Luke, who is ignoring us, and go sit next to him.

"So, what's up with him?" Michael quietly asks me.

"I don't know, he's just been in a bad mood all day." I say quietly.

"I can hear you talking about me you know!" Luke says pretty loudly.

"We aren't talking about you, get your ego out of your ass." Michael says to him.

"Don't tell me what to do." Luke says.

"Well you sure as shit can't do anything on your own." Michael says.

"You wanna bet that?" Luke asks.

"Yeah, I do." Michael says. Luke glares daggers at him, then turns his eyes on me.

"Ashton, lets go, I'm not gonna put up with his bullshit." Luke says to me.

"Then go." I say.

"Excuse me?" Luke asks.

"I'm sick of your shitty attitude, you're making me feel like absolute shit." I say. He doesn't say anything in response, and instead just quietly leaves.

"You ok?" Cal asks me.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just hate when he's like that for no reason." I say.

"So wait, how often is he like this?" Michael asks me.

"Not too often, but he's been acting weird since he's told you." I say.

"He's probably having trouble with not having to pretend anymore." Cal says.

"Yeah, but I don't want him to turn into a legitimate asshole." I say.

"He won't if you don't let him." Cal says.

"But I don't want to upset him or make him even madder at me." I say.

"Just give him a couple days to get used to it, you guys have done it for years." Michael says.

"Yeah I guess." I say.

"I mean, are you ok mate? We can talk to him-"

"For the love of god don't talk to him, are you nuts?" I ask.

"Well are you gonna be ok? You're, like, really fucking sad right now." Michael says.

"No I'm fine, I just don't understand what's going on with him and it's really frustrating." I say. Cal and Mikey share a look.

"I think I'm gonna go look for him and try to talk to him." I say.

"Shouldn't you give him some space?" Cal asks me.

"If he wanted space he wouldn't have tried to drag me out with him." I say. I get up, and leave the dressing room. I spot him leaning against a wall by the stage entrance, watching the fans. I head over, but he doesn't hear me over their yelling. I grab my drumsticks, and come up next to him. He is completely zoned out. I gently poke him in the side with one of my sticks, and he turns to look at me.