Run & Hide {Lashton}

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Chapter 6

+Luke+

unedited:

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"Mate, staring at him like that isn't gonna make him come to any sooner." Michael sighed sympathetically, and it made me frown mentally.

"Yeah I know. I'm just..so worried. He's never been this bad." I removed my dull, probably stressed and fatigued cloaked eyes from Ashton's still form over to the pale, green eyed guitarist sat across the room with Calum.

"Maybe we should just call it a night, he might not even come round til' morning. And if, for some reason, he does wake up sometime throughout tonight, he'll probably just fall asleep within 2 seconds later. Plus, he's breathing perfectly fine now, and his hearts going normal." Cal piped up, running a hand through his dark, disheveled hair.

"Don't..if Ash comes around tonight and is alone, he'll be scared. I'm not leaving him."

An emotion flickered in Calum's chocolate eyes, something that I couldn't place. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. "Yeah, okay. If you really wanna do that, there's nothing we can do to stop you."

"Damn straight." I mumbled under my breath so they couldn't hear me, "You guys head off to bed, I'll wake you if anything takes a turn for the worse. And it not, then I'll see you in the morning."

Michael nodded and hauled himself to his feet, giggling slightly when sleepy Calum stumbled up against him. "Carry me Mikey?"

Michael groaned with way too dramatic irritation, and scooped Calum up, the latter nuzzling into his neck.

"Night Luke!" Michael called over his shoulder, and the two disappeared from the shadowed room.

With a small, barley audible sigh I reached over and tugged one of the fuzzy blankets closer and cuddled myself under it, closing my eyes. Fatigue slammed into me like a brick wall, but I wasn't all that surprised. It had been a long, stressful, and tiring day.

After Ashton passed out, we checked all his vitals and he appeared to be perfectly fine. So, we just carried him to the car and took him back to the hotel and decided not to do anything drastic, like take him to the hospital or doctor, until morning.

Calum had mentioned something about, "It was probably from lack of oxygen, which is really nothing serious considering he's fine now." And that's what left us here; Ashton, drifted off far away in the unconscious, and me watching over him like a mum.

Dread spilled through out my body, as I came to a startling realization; Ashton would have to go see a doctor. Not just any doctor, a psychiatrist. This was a severe panic attack, and they would probably need to check him out.

I made a mental note to call one around home tomorrow, and make him an appointment, before the warm waters of sleep lapped over me, and pulled me under...

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"Luke." poke. "Luke." poke. "Lucas." poke. "Lukey." poke.

"Oh my God. What?" I snapped, pulling the blanket over my face, and rolling over onto my stomach.

"Pretending to be asleep is a low blow, even for you Hemmo." I could tell he was pouting those gorgeous pink lips without even having to look at him.

"Shut up Ash."

"But I'm hungry, please help me cook something? It's our last day here..."

"Fine, whatever." Grumbling, I whipped the blanket from my body, hissing at the sudden rush of cool air. I stopped to stretch for a moment, and run my fingers through my air, in attempt to tame it before setting off for the small kitchen. I could hear Ashton bounding after me, so I stopped abruptly, smirking when he crashed into my back.