Behind Closed Doors // Lashton

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

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ASHTON POV

**12pm, May 14th**

"Ash, Luke's drinking." Niall comes into the dressing room.

"Like beer?" I ask.

"Yeah." He says.

"Oh Jesus Christ." I say. I get up and head to Luke's bus.

"Luke Hemmings what do you think you're doing?" I ask when I walk in.

"Nothing baby, why?" He asks, holding onto the wall for support. I go over to him and pull the can of beer out of his hand.

"Oh come on Ash! It was like three beers!" He whines.

"You are underage." I say.

"I don't care!" He groans.

"Guys, if you don't mind." I say to Calum and Michael. They nod to me and leave the bus.

"What is wrong with you?" I ask him.

"Nothing! Ash I had like three beers it's not the end of the world." He says.

"It's barely noon." I say.

"So?" He asks.

"It's too early for alcohol and you are underage here." I say.

"It's not like I'd get arrested Ash." He says.

"Yes you would! They would let you go with a warning sure, but they would bring you to the police station for hours." I say. He rolls his eyes, showing he doesn't care in the slightest.

"Luke, why are you even drinking?" I ask.

"Because I want to stop thinking. I can't stop thinking if I'm sober." He says. Aw, that's really fucking sad.

"Baby, why didn't you just tell me your head was a mess? I can help you stop thinking." I say.

"Because people wanted to talk to me and I wasn't ready to talk to them and you made me talk to them." He says.

"Baby, you never told me you weren't ready to talk to anyone, if you had I wouldn't have made you." I say.

"You're my boyfriend, can't you, like, read my mind or some shit?" Luke asks me. I give him a look, and he sighs in defeat. I set the beer down on the coffee table and then pull Luke into a hug. We stand there for a long while because he won't let me go.

"I love your hugs." He says to me.

"What happened to timing?" I ask him.

"Fuck timing, I can love your hugs if I want to." He says.

"Can I say it then?" I ask.

"Fine." He says.

"I love you penguin. I love you very much even when you're a fake asshole, or when you do stupid stuff, or when you're a mess but your ego won't admit it, or when you're being ridiculously cute, or when you're really scared. I love you penguin." I say to him, kissing his cheek after each one.

"That's not fair, how am I supposed to top that?" He asks.

"Oh, or when your ego is on." I add.

"My turn. I love you Ash. I love you so much it scares me, and makes me want to throw up sometimes, and makes me want to bounce because I'm really giddy, and makes me want to punch things because I love you so much I get mad, and makes me a mess sometimes because you fuck with my head in so many ways, and I especially love when you touch my bum. I love you very much Ash." He says to me.