the little secret ,, muke + mashton

Chapter 13

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[Michael's P.O.V.]

"Are we there yet?" I groan, intentionally dragging out the 't'.

"No, we have, like, 2 hours left." Ashton tells me, staring out the window of the plane, looking like shit. I mean, he doesn't literally look like shit, of course. He just looks terrible and exhausted.

"You should take a nap." I say, placing my hand on his shoulder. He nods at first, then shakes his head.

"I would love to, but I'm not comfortable. Plus it's cold." I sigh and giggle a bit.

"I have a small blanket in my bag, if you'd-" He turns to me and puts his hand over my mouth.

"No, just, um, you know, cuddle with me..." His head falls slightly and he blinks in and out of consciousness. Damn, he looks really tired.

"Uh, what?" I question, trying to hold in my laugh.

"I want to cuddle." He repeats.

"Um.... why?" I ask, staring at him with wide eyes. He knows that I'm dating Luke, and Luke tends to get jealous a lot.

"Because, you're warm?" Ashton guesses.

"No." I say to him.

"Please?" He pleads. I shake my head and look him in the eyes.

"No. Luke will get jealous." I explain. How doesn't he know this by now?

He scoffs, "Fine." He rolls over so he doesn't have to face me any longer, and tries to go to sleep.

I laugh to myself and he mutters 'shut up' which only makes me laugh more.

"Don't laugh at-" Ashton stops himself from saying anymore and growls to himself, trying to sleep.

"Sorry." I whisper.

I sneak a peek at my phone and notice that it's 3:30 pm, we have, I'd say about an hour and forty five minutes left. Ashton was close at guessing how much longer we had on the plane.

****

"Ugh! Fuck!" I shout, struggling to fit my suitcase through the door of our home for the next week.

"Here," Ashton coos, "Let me help you." I smile weakly and allow Ashton to help me fit my suitcase through the door. He eventually gets it through the door, with minimum struggle.

"You're welcome." Ashton says, with a grin plastered on his face.

"Oh, uh, thanks!" I say as enthusiastically as possible. I rub the back of my neck, and walk away to avoid the awkward silence.

I feel Ashton's eyes on me as I walk away. What's with him being so helpful lately?

I head straight up the room at me and Luke will be sharing. From what I've seen, the room is huge. There's supposed to be a king sized bed, a TV, a microwave, a mini fridge, a bar (which is expensive, but we could pay for a few drinks), a window with a wonderful view, a couch, and a desk. I hope that those things are actually in the room.

I stumble up the stairs with my bags, but eventually make it up to the room.

"Wow... this is....-"