oreo // lashton

behind these hazel eyes.

Now I can't breathe

No, I can't sleep

I'm barely hanging on

Here I am, once again

I'm torn into pieces

Can't deny it, can't pretend

Just thought you were the one

Broken up, deep inside

But you won't get to see the tears I cry

Behind these hazel eyes

Behind These Hazel Eyes ~ Kelly Clarkson

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Luke's POV

"Michael, shut the fuck up!" Calum finally yelled at a shouting Michael. Michael was complaining about lagging on some game, which caused him to get killed. I laughed, knowing that I may or may not have eleven tabs open, not using over half of them.

"Michael, just get off WiFi and all this pain will be over." I whispered in his ear, hoping to sound intimidating. I was at least using it for a useful reason. I was trying to help our musical careers by posting our videos.

"Fuck you, Hemmings." Michael shouted at me.

"I bet you wish you could. But, seriously, get off the WiFi. I'm trying to help our careers over here." I told him. He just sighed and turned off the game. About time.

"So, you guys think Ashton will join the band?" Michael asked us. Calum just shrugged.

"I hope so." I said, truthfully.

"Oooooh, does Lucas have a crush?" Michael teased, which made Calum suddenly get interested. They always try to set me up with people. Yes, including guys. I'm bi, but I've only told Calum and Michael.

"No, but he seems interesting." I lied. Well, he does seem interesting, but I also think that being more than friends with him wouldn't be such a bad thing.

"Whatever you say, mate." Calum said, definitely not buying it.

"Guys, you've seen how skinny he is. I really just want to help him." I told them. His baggy hoodies can't hide it, especially when his skinny jeans are held on with a belt.

"I know, Luke. We all do. We just gotta get him to open up before anything." Calum reminded me.

I sighed, knowing he was right. I just couldn't get the skinny boy off my mind. I have to get him to open up, and that's just what I planned to do.

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Ashton's POV

I think Harry is mad at me. Or disappointed. Or both. I think he's mad that and I didn't tell him and disappointed because, well, it happened. And, honestly, that was the first time I admitted it to myself.

I'm anorexic. 

I self-harm.

I could die at any moment.

I weigh 92 pounds.

That was too much for me to take in. I finally admitted to myself that I have a problem. I would've cut for that, but now I was too busy thinking about something else. Well, someone else.

Luke.

He hadn't left my mind since I excepted that oreo from him. I mean, sure, it came back up after the restaurant, but still. I don't know if I accepted it because I was hungry, or because of who offered it to me. It had to be him. Because, hell, I'm fucking starving sometimes but I still deny food.