Run & Hide {Lashton}

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Chapter 3 [date part 1]

+Luke+

You know what's lovely? Waking up in the morning, warm sunshine lazily trickling through your window, smell of coffee wafting throughout the rooms, and oh yeah almost forgot two of your friends leaping into your bed, jumping like little kids, trampling you in the process.

Startled, my eyes snapped open from the sudden waves of movement they caused, and I looked around the bedroom, slowly realizing that Ash must of put me to bed sometime through out the night after we fell asleep together.

"Wakey wakey Luke! It's date daaaay!" Michael trilled, laughter booming obnoxiously loud through out the room, as him and Cal continued to jump and jump and jump. What were they, five years old? Sneakily I moved my legs out from the duvet, waiting until they were in just the right position, before ambushing them by kicking their feet out from under them. The two collapsed almost immediately, crashing down onto the mattress with a grunt. I drank in their oh so shocked expressions for a second , before busting out into howling laughter of my own. "Suckers!" Snickering, I scrambled from my bed and ran out of the room as fast as I could before they got the chance to attack me as revenge.

Once I reached the kitchen type thingy, I slipped across the wood floor due to my damn socks before crashing into something that felt like a brick wall. I yelped, the action scaring me out of my peaceful morning daze. It honestly kinda hurt too considering I had been sprinting, and the impact sent me sprawling backwards. Throwing my hand out blindly I reached out for something, anything to stop my fall and was surprised as I came in contact with a warm, toned arm. But my little plan kinda back fired, and instead of grabbing onto that mysterious arm and it stopping me from falling, it yanked the person down with me, and we both crashed to the floor, them on top of me. My breath was knocked right out of my lungs from the impact, and I was left gasping to regain it. When I finally did get back to breathing like a normal person, I peeped my eyes open met with the sight of none other than Ashton Irwin hovering above me. Oh, so thats who it was.. Not that I was complaining or anything. I quite liked the position we were in.

"Oh! Hi Ashy." I gazed up into his intoxicating eyes that were so close and tried to ignore how bloody good his body felt against mine.

"Fucking hell Luke." He ground out, searching my eyes for a few heartbeats. "What were you even doing?"

"Uhm, running?" I answered, which caused him to throw me a 'well, no duh' look. "I did something to Calum and Michael, which, hey! Dont give me that look, they started it. And anyway, they were after me."

He rolled his eyes, and...wait, why hadnt he moved from straddling me yet? Why didnt he jump up two seconds after this whole thing happened, like any other person would?

We both just kinda stared at each other, blue boring into hazel, nearly melting into one. His delicious looking lips were parted slightly, hot breaths billowing out onto my own closed mouth. My hands moved suddenly like they had a mind of their own, to where they rested comfortably on his hips. This was such a cliche thing to be happening, am I right? I mean, what the fuck. But then again, I couldnt stop it, nor did I really want to. I rubbed small circles with the pad of my thumbs onto his hip bones, taking note at how he ever so slightly shivered in response.

He reached up and began to rhythmically run his long fingers through my blond locks, twisting it in a rather calming motion. Nuzzling into his touch, I fought down the groan that was growing rapidly in my throat. I was such a sucker when it came to someone playing with my hair. It dissolved any tension in me like an ice cube on a scorching summer day. All these sensations had my body buzzing, as I realized that I wanted nothing more than to claim his mouth with my own. Wanted to feel his smooth, yet slightly rough looking lips. Wanted to taste him for the first time.