Unpredictable (A Lashton Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty Two - A Strange Interview.

*Ashton’s POV*
I woke up nine hours later to bright sunshine, streaming in through the large floor-to-ceiling window. Luke still had his arm draped around my waist and I was careful not to wake him as I sat up and glanced at the clock on the bedside table—nine-thirty. We still had two hours or so before we had to be at our first interview of the day. I glanced over at Luke once more, and he looked so peaceful and beautiful laying there I had to stare at him for a few more minutes before I made the decision to walk to the bathroom and take a shower. I had worn basically the same outfit for the past three days, and after I dried off I looked down at my suitcase and quickly searched through the jumble of clothes and shoes. My eyes finally came to rest on a red plaid shirt that was a little big on me, and as I looked at it closer I realized it must be Luke’s. Here lately I always somehow ended up with his clothes. I was just happy and surprised I was able to find something other than a tank top in my suitcase.

            I paired the shirt with my usual black skinny jeans and boots, and looking at myself in the mirror I was actually content with my outfit for once. I decided my hair looked pretty decent and I didn’t need my usual bandana, so after I combed through it I closed my suitcase once more and walked to the window, pulling back the curtain to peer out at the parking lot below. I could see Michael and Calum near the front talking to a group of fans, and I had started to grab the room key and join them when Luke walked over to me and threw his arms around my shoulders. “Good morning, sunshine,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck. “How’d you sleep?” I asked, turning around to face him.

            “Good,” he replied. “how about you?”

            “Same,” I said, and looked down at the shirt I was wearing. “Hey, I have a question. Is this yours?”
            Luke started laughing, and somehow it sounded even more lovely than usual. “Yeah, it’s mine. Why are you wearing it?”
            “I don’t know, how did it end up in my suitcase?” I walked to the edge of the bed and he followed, sitting down beside me.

            “Oh, I don’t know,” he smiled and winked at me. “I can think of a few ways.”

            I blushed and stood up once more. “Well, I guess we better head downstairs for breakfast.”
            “We don’t have to be anywhere for another hour,” Luke groaned. “Can’t we just stay in the room?”

            “And do what?” I asked absently, turning on the television. He smiled mischievously and was about to say something, but stopped when the door opened and Michael walked in.

            Luke sighed and put his head in his hands. “Leave it to you to ruin what would’ve been a perfect moment, Mikey.”

            Michael rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” He paused for a moment before continuing. “Never mind, don’t answer that. Anyway, there are some fans waiting for you and Ashton in the parking lot. Calum and I went down there to talk to them, but they kept screaming your names instead.”

            I shook my head. For some reason I couldn’t understand, our fans seemed to like Luke and I more than anyone else in the band. I can understand them loving and obsessing over Luke—I mean, I do the same thing—but why do they like me so much? I’m not attractive. There’s nothing special about me. I’m just a drummer.

            Luke must’ve been reading my mind then, because he suddenly walked over to me and took my hand. “Ashton Irwin, I don’t want you to ever think any of those things again. You are beyond special, and beyond attractive. You’re one of a kind; it’s no wonder the fans obsess over you. I can tell you one thing, though—they’ll never love you as much as I do.”