Run & Hide {Lashton}

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*Chapter 5*

+Ashton+

I woke the next morning after the date, alone and exhausted. Something I'd come to realize is that I couldn't sleep good if someone wasn't in bed with me. And since I didn't get to cuddle with Luke when we returned back, the whole night just kinda spiraled downward. I laid awake for hours, tortured as my demons crawled from the dark depths of my mind. When I did finally fall asleep, it was haunted by bad nightmares that resulted in me quaking in fear, and maybe crying just a bit.

So the next morning was pretty much hell. I had bags the size of Texas plaguing my undereyes, and dark dreary thoughts clogging my brain. I stumbled into the main room, noticing right away that weak sunlight was filtering through a crack in the curtain and I couldn't help moaning in distress. After stumbling over and whipping it closed, I sighed in relief and rubbed my aching temples.

"Ashton?.." A deep, husky voice filled the air and I jumped probably a foot in the air.

"Oh my God!" I shrieked.(a very manly shriek, mind you)

Luke's giggles filled the air, soothing my racing heart. "M' sorry Ash, didn't mean to startle you."

"N-No, I just didn't see you. It's all good, you only gave me a heart attack." I retorted sarcastically, causing him to start laughing again. Sheesh, why was he so adorable sometimes?

Wait..adorable?..

"Luke..Why are you out here anyway?"

In the dim light I could see him shrug his huge ass shoulders, nonchalantly. "Eh I dunno, really. I think I fell asleep watching Grease or somethin' after we got back."

"So..you watched it alone?"

"Uh duh, the rest of you lot bailed on me." He huffed in response, sounding quite similar to a pout-y little kid. Aww.

"Can we cuddle Lukey? I didn't sleep well last night, and I don't feel so good, and...stuff." I trailed off sheepishly, glad it was practically dark in the room as it hid the blush painting my cheeks.

Luke scoffed, "Do you even need to ask that question? Of course we can, c'mere." I bit my lip to soften the huge grin that threatened to take over my face, and walked over to begin burrowing myself under the mass amount of blankets he already had. He moved over to give me more room, but I plastered my side to his once I was fully under all the warm, fuzzy covers. If we were gonna cuddle, we were gonna do it right. Luke draped his arm over my shoulders, attempting to draw me closer. If that was even possible, considering how smooshed together we had already been. Once we got to the point where our legs were intertwined and you couldn't tell where my body ended and his started, we stilled our movements, finally content with our positions. I buried my head into his neck, eyes flitting closed. Luke started talking about something, what I'm not sure. All I was aware of was how nicely his body radiated heat, and how lulling his deep, harmonic voice was..It was the perfect combination to put me right to sleep, which was exactly what I needed.

*****

"Wake.Up."

Something soft, but with a lot of force, smacked into my face and I cried out just a bit. I was sucked right from my sleep, cobwebs of my dreams clinging to the corners of my mind. The hell? What idiot thought it would be a good idea to wake me up by hitting me in the face?

"Finally! God, you're hell to try and awaken ya know that? Eh, but it doesn't matter now I guess. Hurry up and get ready we're going out to catch a film." Low and behold,Michael, dropped the couch pillow down beside me, where it had previously lain. Well, before he had tried to freaking kill me with it. Again, what kind of idiot would think that was a good idea? Obviously him. His footsteps faded away towards the bathroom, until merely silence remained. Groaning, I rolled onto my stomach and buried my face into the rough fabric of the couch. I assumed Luke was getting ready somewhere in the hotel room, because his comfy presence was no longer next to me. Lord, how I wished he was though. I longed to feel his baby soft skin pressed up against mine, heart thumping rhythmically beside my ear as I laid on his chest, and delicate breaths tickling the top of my hair.