Love Me So I Can Live

A/N: hiiiiiii I'm writing this because I love Lashton. Sorry if it sucks!! By the way, I love Ashton more than I love myself so please don’t get mad at me for some of the things he will think! I apologize in advance!

Chapter one

*Ashton’s POV*

I looked around my room, despair filling me as I thought of going to school after summer break. I would have to deal with stupid teachers, and jerks that will abuse me. Joy.  I got off my lazy bum, and went out of my room. The house was empty, typical. My mom is probably off getting drunk somewhere. I walked in the kitchen, my stomach growling for something to eat. Don’t eat you fat fuck. I heard a voice say. I listened to the voice. I walked towards the door, trying to find a way to deal with this new school year.

*

I arrived at school, and  everything looked the same. The walls were decorated to look happy, but they only worsened my mood. “Hey fag!” I heard a voice call from behind me. Shit. Its Calum. I turned to face the voice that haunted my nightmares. A tall lad, he had dark brown hair and tanned skin. He wore a football jersey and basketball shorts, showing his muscle tone.  He was well built, and he used his strength many times to kick my ass. He played varsity at school and was a real smooth talker for the ladies.

“Yeah, we’re talking to you!” said the guy beside him. Michael. He was almost opposite of Calum. His hair changed color every week, this week’s shade was a black with purple and red streaks. He had light skin, and wore all black. Today he wore a leather vest, and black skinny jeans. The two walked towards me, filling me with fear.

“How’s our favorite dip-shit doing today?” Calum asked, getting really close to me. I looked down, trying to ignore him. “Not gonna speak, eh?” he questioned. “Speak up faggot.” Before I could mutter a single word, his fist made contact with my stomach. The air was sucked out of me, and I fell to the ground.

“Calum, what the hell?” an almost angelic voice bellowed. I turned to look at the person who said it. When I saw who it was, I thought it was an angel standing above me. It was an extremely tall guy, blonde hair styled into a quiff. He had ocean blue eyes, and a black lip ring making him look sexy as hell. He wore a black t-shirt, and black skinny jeans. He leaned down over me, concern shining in his eyes. “Are you ok, mate?” he asked me. I managed a nod.

“Luke!” Michael hissed. “Don’t get to close to that piece of garbage!” Luke looked up, sending Michael a glare.

“Piss off.” Luke spit at him, before looking down at me again. “C’mon mate.” He helped me stand up. Luke grabbed my hand and my fore-arm, making me hiss in pain. He looked at me, worried. “What’s your first class?”

“E-English.” I stammered. Luke smiled. Michael and Calum scoffed.

“It’s my first class too. Lets go.” He grinned and we headed off.

“This isn’t over yet you emo piece of shit!” I heard Calum roar. I froze. Did he see my cuts?  Luke looks down at me. Oh no. I’ve upset him. Now he’s gonna leave me for Calum and Michael to beat. He would probably help them beat me up. Was this all a play to make me vulnerable? My mind went into overdrive.

“Go fuck yourselves!” Luke yelled to them. He dragged me away from them. “What’s your name?” he asked while we walked to class.

“A-Ashton. Ashton Ir-Irwin.” I whispered, trying to ignore the pain from my stomach.

“Well Ashton, I’m Luke Hemmings.” He smiled. I felt my face heat up, so I looked to the ground. “Why were those ass-holes saying all that stuff about you?” he asked me. I shrugged.

“I deserve it.” I responded quietly.

“No.” Luke said quickly. “Ashton, I have known you a grand total of five minutes, but I know you don’t deserve a single thing they say about you.” He turned me so that I faced him. “Are you okay?” Always the same question, I thought.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” Always the same lie.

A/N: hiiiii so that’s chapter one… leave me feedback? Love you! Not to be weird. Oops. Sorry I'm awkward!!