Imperfect *Lashton*

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Ashton's POV

I woke up to someone playing with my hair.

"Ash." Somebody whispered in my ear.

I groaned and snuggled further into my pillow.

"Ash." The voice said again.

I stretched, my eyes still closed. I felt myself hit something.

I opened my eyes slowly and realized that I had accidentally punched Luke in the face and that the pillow that I was snuggling into was actually his stomach.

I blushed deeply, immediately getting up from his lap.

"I'm so sorry, Lukey. Does your chin hurt? It was an accident. I'm really sorry and so-"

"Hey, it's okay Ash." He cut me off, grinning.

"Oh." I breathed out. "Sorry."

"You don't need to keep apologizing." Luke said with that beautiful smile on his face.

I just looked down at my lap, a light blush covering my cheeks.

"Can you two stop being lovey dovey and actually help us with these bags?" Michael interrupted us, chucking a bag ontop Luke's lap.

Luke scowled at him. "Asshole." He muttered but Michael just grinned.

We both got out of the car and helped everyone else bring the bags over to the cabins.

"Okay, I'll see you boys on friday." Mrs Hood hugged Calum then she came over to me.

She hugged me tightly and pulled away. "Have fun, okay?" She whispered, looking into my eyes.

I offered her a small smile and a nod, before she went back into the car and left.

"I bags this bed!" Michael yelled, jumping onto the top bunk of one of the beds.

"Hey! No fair! I wasn't ready!" Calum whined.

"What if you fall off?" Luke asked Michael, setting his bag on one of the bottom bunks.

"I won't, there's this thing." He said, pointing at the bar that would stop him from falling off.

"You're Michael. You'll find a way to fall." Luke replied and Calum snickered.

"Ash?" I looked up to the sound of Luke's voice.

"Yes?"

"Do you want to sleep on top of me? I mean like, on the bed, above me." He said quickly and I could see his face turning pink.

Michael fell off the bed laughing and Calum joined him. I felt a blush rise on my cheeks.

I nodded shyly and went over to put my sleeping bag on the bed.

"Hey, what's up?" A voice said from the doorway.

Two boys stood in the hallway.

The one who had spoken had fiery red hair and was taller than the other boy.

The blonde boy next to him looked like he really didn't want to be here.

"I'm Anthony." The redhead said.

I cringed at the ryhme I made in my head.

"And I don't know who the hell that is." He continued, gesturing towards the shorter boy.

"Jackson." The boy said, with no emotion.

"Welcome, to our humble home!" Michael said, dramatically bowing.

"Well, thank you!" Anthony answered, also bowing.

"Here, Ash. I'll help you." Luke came over and took the suitcase from my hand and pushed it under the bed before I could protest.

"Uh, thanks." I said, so quietly.

"It's nothing." He shrugged it off.

"Well, I'm hungry and I don't want to wait and see them be kissy and stuff so, let's go!" Michael announced, grabbing Calum and Anthony's hands and dragging them out of the cabbin.

The blood rushed to my cheeks as I realized what he said.

"I- we, maybe- we um, let's go." Luke stuttered out, leaving the cabin.

I sighed.

Luke would never like me that way.