Dollhouse//Lashton

1.3

Ashton's POV

I woke up the next morning in my bed but there was a weight on my chest I wasn't used to.

I looked down and saw Luke curled up against my chest snoring lightly.

I smiled and started messing with his hair. I was running my hand through his dirty blonde hair and everything just felt so... right.

After about 10 minutes of me just watching him sleep I saw his eye flutter open and suddenly his bright blue eyes met my hazel ones.

"Hi." I whispered as he rubbed his eyes.

He looked like a little kitten. So small and fragile. 

"Good morning Ashy." He said yawning.

He was truly the cutest thing ever.

Wait...

What am I talking about?

I'm straight.

I can't call another boy cute.

"Can... Can I use your shower?" He quietly asked.

"Of course Luke. You look like you really need it." I said giggling.

He just giggled back and we found ourselves staring into each others eyes.

Then he leaned closer, 

And closer,

And closer,

"You should go take a shower," I said quickly getting out from under him and running downstairs.

I'm not gay.

(A/n Welp, that happened. This whole story has been shit so far and I doubt it'll get better. I'm sorry I'm really trying. But anyways, I'm gonna try to make the next chapters as good as I can possibly get.)