Drama Geek {LASHTON AU}

[9.]

Mornings were something Luke was sure all people, people his age at least, dreaded. Early mornings that is, school mornings, mornings which started before nine o'clock. Weekends and lazy holidays didn't count. He loved those kinds of mornings, but mornings in which you were forcefully ripped from the comfort of your pillow and duvet, forced to prematurely face the world, with your eyes still half shit and full of sleep. He resented them.

With a grimace he tried to chug his coffee, trying not to yawn into the cup, otherwise the hot liquid would run out of his mouth and pour on the white tiled floor. He liked coffee, but not straight black coffee, but they had no milk, and he needed something to wake up his blue eyes. Jack had gone to get more milk, but Luke would have probably left by the time he giot back.

He set the cup down harshly, running to the tap to get rid of the taste, god he hated coffee without milk. Trudging upstairs his mind wondered to other things, like cryptic thing Ashton said the other day. Luke knew Ashton was bisexual, he told him during one of the first times they talked, but it seemed that he hadn't told their other friends, even Michael. Why? It would be crazy to lie about something like that, but, Ashton had only just met Luke when he told him, but Michael was one of his oldest friends. He could have only just realised it when the two weren't talking, but it seemed crazy that Luke was the only person (that the blonde knew of) who knew.

His stomach grumbled as he rubbed exfoliant over his cheeks, in an effort to clear his skin. It wasn't that bad, he didn't have acne, but there were enough blackheads and red marks to make him look blotchy. He heard the front door shut loudly, Jack got home, meaning he could actually have nice coffee now.

"Jack!" He shouted, soap suds still on his face, in danger of dripping onto his shirt, "Jack can you make me coffee in a travel mug or something?"

There was no reply.

Luke rolled his eyes heavily, both of his brothers always did this, pretend they didn't hear him meaning Luke would have to scream his lungs out, as he was too lazy to go downstairs.

"Jack!" He called again "I know you can hear me!"

"Lucas will you please stop shouting!" His mum said loudly from another room.

The blonde stomped out of the bathroom calling over the banister, "Jack, please!"

"There we go!" His brother called up, "God, manners Luke."

He called a quick thanks, then scurried back to the bathroom to finish washing his face, but he was foolish.

As he shut the bathroom door he rubbed his eye with a heavily soap adorned hand, pain shot through every inch of his eye, causing him to stumble back, cursing loudly and dramatically.

"Fuck me!" He moaned, the eye feeling like it was being glued shut.

He ran over to the sink splashing water on it, not caring if it went all down his T-Shirt, which it did. He gave up stumbled over to the bath and held is entire head under the tap, dousing his hair and shirt completely.

"Luke!" Jack called from downstairs "You're boyfriends here!"

Luke's head shot up, showering water droplets everywhere.

"You what?" Luke called back, water trickling down his face and back.

"You're boyfriend!"

Luke clocked, his eyes widened, scrambling to his feet and running out of the bathroom, grabbing his bag from his room and scrambling downstairs, he needed Jack to shut up.

He pretty much barrelled down stairs, grabbing his shoes, running through the kitchen grabbing the thermos containing coffee that someone in this house made for him, sprinting into the hall and shoving Jack out of the way.