ayyy another Lashton One shot from the one and only me. So my first one got a hella amount of reads and I believe that it was a really shitty one shot. And Short. It was the first thing I ever wrote on wattpad, so after my experience with writing, I'm writing another. So yeahhh enjoy :) (I might be adding this one to my first one and then write another, so it's kind of like my progress checkpoints u feel?)
-julia
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Ashton POV
We just finished our show in LA, and its prodigious, as always. I walked over to Luke and he looked anxious, yet excited. Oh, I know that look. After waiting a long time to do something, he is going to do it. That's the look. He's doing something tonight. Probably ask some chick out, as always. He hasn't mentioned anyone though, to me at least. He's been drifting away from me the past week, like he was embarrassed to be seen with me. But I can't really blame him, I mean look at me, I look like a pile of trash next to Luke. My eyes are dull, my stomach is round, and my thighs are approximately the size of Russia. Luke is skinny, yet muscular, and his eyes are bright and beautiful like the deep ocean. That's probably why all the fans notice him first. Luke is on a podium with a gold medal around his neck to the fans. I'm the least of their worries. Nobody likes me, that's probably why I have the least followers on twitter compared to anyone in the band. I'm just the drummer, sitting in the back. I'm not saying I don't love being in the band because I do. I'm doing what I love with my best mates, I couldn't ask for anything better. I just wished I could be as confident as Luke. Well, can you blame Luke for being confident really? I mean he's absolutely perfect. Yes, I am in love with who was my best mate. But who cares, I'm just another hopeless chap, who will never have a chance. I hope the girl he asks out respects him with all the respect he deserves.
Luke POV
Tonight is the night. My life will be decided tonight. All of the possibilities are running through my head. The good, the bad, the bad then good, the good then bad. Everything. I'm going to tell the love of my life I love them. I know I've said that before, but this was different, way different. Anticipation boiled in my blood and my heart was already starting to pound. I need to get this over with. But not now. We have to leave this place first. My usual optimistic self was turning into a pessimistic, and all of the good possibilities in my head flee my mind, quickly replacing them with flaws that could happen, or if they say no. They probably will say no. I look like a piece of shit. I'm lanky and awkward. Ashton is perfectly proportioned with his muscular figure and moderate height. His eyes seem like they always change I never seize to get lost in them. They interest me so much and I find myself wishing I either was him or If I want him. I'd rather have him then be him, because I'd make a pretty shitty Ashton. Ashton is a perfect Ashton. Because Ashton is perfect. I'm going to tell Ashton I love him.
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We walked into the door of our house that we all share at 10 pm.
"I'm gonna go to bed," Calum calls out.
"Me too," Michael calls out. Ashton wolf whistles and I find myself in a laughing fit. If anyone else did it, I would think it was annoying, but Ashton has such a better effect on me.
"Are you going too?" I ask Ashton.'
"Nah, I'm not tired. You?" He asks.
"Me neither. Hey, can I talk to you about something?" I ask. He looks at me with confusion in his beautiful eyes of his.
"I'm all ears," he answers me.
"Okay so.. um.. fuck." I stumble with my words as Ashton smiles at my suffering. "Ashton, you're my best mate, you always have been. Let's be honest, we were closer with each other than the rest of the band since day one. We've had our ups and downs, but who doesn't really. The last week has been so hard for me. I isolated myself from everyone and you were the only one who seemed to notice. I was finding myself. I thought I found myself already, but I thought about my past and, hell, was I disappointed in myself. You always had this affect on me though, that made me want to keep trying to be better. Whenever you'd call me "Lukey" Or "Lucas" or just say my name at all, or even direct your words to me, I get butterflies going crazy inside me and your words always seemed to affect me more than anyone else's has. I would always come to you for advice and you were the best person to talk to ever. We've always had this chemistry I haven't really experienced with anyone else, ever. Fuck Ashton, you probably know where I'm going with this, but I have to say it. i have to put it out there. Ashton Irwin, I'm fucking in love with you and you are perfect. The absolute perfect person. I know you find flaws on yourself, but I don't see any flaws. What you call flaws, I call bonus features. What you hate about yourself, I love. I love you." I let out a breathe and reluctantly look up at Ashton. His glorious eyes are filled with shock and.. hope? Before I can think any further his lips curl into a smile and crash into mine. Bolts were sent up through my body and the butterflies were flapping their wings more than ever. I am finally getting what I've wanted. I have the love of my life kissing me right now, and all of my thoughts and worries wash away in the tide of all the negativity in my life. I forget about everything, and my mind is only occupied with what I want it to be occupied with. Ashton.
Ashton POV
Holy fuck. I'm kissing the person I've loved for god knows how long. We both regretfully pulled away, for we were gasping for air. I laid down across the couch and Luke laid with me.
"I'm tired," I say as I flutter my eyes closed.
"Me too," Luke replies.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
"I love you, Lukey."
"I love you Ashy."
And our breathes steadied as we drifted off into the best sleep we ever had.
