Ashton's P.O.V.
"What?" I asked, making sure I heard him correctly.
"I love you," Luke repeated and I felt my walls come up.
"No you don't."
"Yes I do. I've known you for two years, I can say that."
"We've only been dating three days," I argued.
"It's only been three days? Damn it feels longer. But anyway, I don't care how long we've been dating, I love you."
"No. You. Don't."
"Ash, I-"
"Don't say it again! You're just dating me because you feel bad for me. You just feel bad because I cut. You don't love me."
"Ashton Fletcher Irwin, don't ever say that I'm only dating you because I feel bad. I don't pity you. I love you because I'm your boyfriend and I'm with you because I love you."
What a liar.
"You're lying."
"Ignore the voice, Ash, please," Luke begged. "It's wrong because I'm not lying, okay? Why else do you think I'd want to tell the fans and show you off?"
"To add to the act."
"What act? There is no act. God dammit, Ash why don't you believe me?"
"Because everyone else who's said that lied."
"I'm different. I'm not lying." I hugged him. I hugged him tightly.
"I'm sorry for not believing you."
"It's alright, Ash. And you don't have to say it back if you're not ready."
"Thank you."
"Ready to start an apocalypse?"
"What?" I asked, confused.
"We're going to start dropping hints about us." I laughed.
"You call that an apocalypse?"
"To the fans it will be."
Luke's P.O.V.
Calum and Michael knew of our plan and agreed to it. So, that night at the concert, we made sure to get a lot of Lashton action, and a bit of Malum because why not.
After I had finished an 'amazing guitar solo' (well, to Cal, it was) he walked up to me.
"Isn't my boyfriend just great?" Calum asked into the microphone.
"Um, Cal, Luke's my boyfriend??" Ashton said in a confused voice.
"Yeah, Cal. Wrong person I'm over here," Michael said and the fans ate it up. (Wow that sounded weird)
Basically there was a lot of stuff like that. And it was great.
After the concert, 'Lashton' was all over my Twitter and Instagram feed. I laughed at some of the things they said and commented on some. Ashton sat in my lap and read some of the things I replied with and laughed his gorgeous laugh. God, I love it so much. Especially his giggle. That gets to me every time.
I realized I was staring at Ashton when he snapped his fingers in front of my face.
"Am I being annoying? Sorry, I'll go-" He started getting up, but I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him back to me.
