YOU~Lashton~

Chapter 2

I'm crying right now, my arm is broken, and OHMYSEXYHARRY! it hurts! I'll try to update this and maybe.... you know.. get atleast 3 votes and a comment as a get well soon gift...?

Please! Pretty Please! Oh Hey, I forgot my main purpose for uploading this. Do you think I should include Malum here? Oh and what roles do you want Michael and Calum to play? Like for example: an ex, Luke's bestfriend, and you know, that stuff. I need your opinion. Thank you :)

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Ashton:

A week passed by in a blurr and I spent most of my time sitting in my room or reading a book. Anne, the lady that hugged me, or 'mum' as she preferred to be called, brought me home. She would spend some time telling me stories about me, about her, about the day that I was kidnapped, the search, how they found me, everything, actually.....

And never did I give a single response. Not a single word said, nor any emotion shown. Guilt was eating me alive. The pain in her soft and warm eyes was slowly stabbing the life out of me. I wanted to tell her, but I couldn't. Titanium walls surrounded me and they wouldn't let me speak. Doubt and Hurt locked up my emotions and never gave them a chance be shown.

I'm just a coward. I'm a worthless piece of shit. I can't even be touched without breaking down and crying. He was right. He was always right...

"Ashton!" mum's voice echoed throughout the whole house. She waited a few seconds more thinking-no-hoping she would get a response. Realizing that she probably won't, a rather loud sigh escaped her pink lips.

She emerged from the kitchen, carrying a black garbage bag.

"Will you please put this-" she asked gesturing to the garbage bag "-in the garbage, please?"

I was inwardly debating whether to just stay inside, let the smallest piece of hope in her eyes crumble, and be eaten by guilt, alive. Or to risk going outside being kidnapped again, and being treated the way he treated me....

I chose the latter.

I mean, this may be a little action but it is enough to show that I car-was thankful, right? And going out doesn't mean I was going to get kidnapped,right?

I grabbed the bag and I can't help but notice the familliar glint in her eyes. She looked like she could hug me right there and then but refrained herself from doing so, knowing how I would react.

I walked until I was located near enough to the door to open it. I quickly opened the door and walked outside closing it in the process. I made my way near the bins to throw the bag.....well I attempted to.

A hand grabbed my shoulders and I flinched away from the touch. I turned around to see a blond, taller than me, possibly younger, a backpack in hand. Confusion was clearly showing on his face while mine had fear and shock written all over it.

The next thing I knew, I was curling up into a tight ball, screaming, crying and kicking. The stranger stood frozen in his spot for a few seconds before snapping out of his trance and kneeling to match my eye level. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a tight embrace. I can't help but jump from the feeling of butterflies that were released from the pit of my stomach. He whispered sweet nothing's like 'everything's gonna be alright's and 'I'm here for you's.

I inhaled, calming myself down a bit. He smelled faintly of strawberries, vanilla, and cinammon. His scent was new, calming and relaxing. I don't know why but I'm suddenly feeling sleepy. Maybe because I used too.....much.....e..ner.....g..y.....

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I fluttered my eyes open, only to see the stranger gone. I was back in my own room, laying in bed. I sat myself up and began to think about the past events.

Who was the stranger? Do I know him? Why did he hug me? What did he want with me? Did he....like me? More importantly, do I like him?

I mean he was kind of cute with his quiff-ish hairstyle and his blond hair. I wonder how it would feel like kissing his pink, plump, and slightly chapped lips with his matching piercing? Would there be sparks? a jolt of electricity? or fireworks, perhaps? And don't get me started with those tantalizing pair of blue orbs. Hell! Is he even human? I bet he's a God! OH MY- WAIT!?-WHAT?!

He's not even gay! Hell! I'm not gay!

Are you sure?

Yes......

Really?

Yes....maybe.....ugh...fine! No.

Hmmm.... you like him don't you?

Oh shut up!

....fine.

I sighed and plopped myself in bed. I was slowly being nice, I can't stop thinking about this boy, and I'm talking to myself, great.

I'm screwed!

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I dedicate this chapter to the first who voted in chapter 1! Yay! I was crying! mostly because of my arm but still..... Oh my God! A huge chunk of thanks to you. I can't move my right hand so sorry for any error. Vote, comment, and follow. Now excuse while I sob in a corner while doing my happy dance :) bye guys. Sorry if its crappy.