Flatmates

Dilemma

Part 2 of this Gala thing i made a mouth to write ._. Also it's not only because it was longer, uni got me also really busy.... Anyway, enjoy this chapter :)

          Ashton was sitting one of the navy blue sofa, lazily scrolling down on his phone. He was wearing an olive green shirt under a black jacket that clearly put an emphasis on his muscular stature. His black slacks were clinging to his tights and Luke had to admit it did something to him. From his point of view, the blond man could see how Ashton's curls felt down around his face in graceful waves. He wanted so bad to touch them and ran a hand through them, much like Ashton did himself when he was upset. Instead Luke only cleared his throat loud enough to make the other man react.

Ashton hazel green eyes landed on Luke but he seemed quite unfazed. Luke was a bit upset, he expected a comment of some sort. But Ashton only stayed silent. He got up and made his way toward the entry, the other in his footsteps. In the elevator, the tension grew so sick it was tangible. Luke felt like he had to say something and break the ice. It was high time.

"So... I met Calum today, he's really nice."

Ashton eyed him for a second, and smiled oh-so-lightly it was barely perceptible. "Yes, he is. He is a bit weird too, and annoying sometimes but in the end he is that kind of person you can't help but like."

There was a fond look in his eyes while he was talking about his assistant that made Luke understand immediately that their relation has more to do with friendship than with mere colleagues. He nodded and for a moment felt like the conversation died already. But he wasn't about to give up that easily.

"He told me you work at 1200 seconds, I didn't know.", he smiled.

The honey-coloured-haired man seemed surprise by this information. "I'm sorry, I thought you would have known."

"It doesn't matter, it's just that I don't know much about you."

"There's not much to be said." Ashton maintained sternly.

"I beg to differ", Luke mutter for himself as the elevator dinged, covering his voice and signalling they have reached the ground floor. When they walked through the lobby, he said with a smile "Goodnight Mr. Sana.".

"Goodnight Mr. Hemmings", the concierge responded automatically. He was bizarre for Luke that the Indian man always seemed to be here no matter the hour of the day, and maybe night as well. He was pretty much like a NPC. He figured out he must be living in this building too, having an official residence with the job, or something.

"It's just Luke, I told you." The blonde said warmly. He has already pronounced this sentence at least a dozen times. It was almost like a ritual between them now. Luke liked it, he made him feel as if there was someone waiting for him home. Rituals had this kind a natural, welcoming, easy feeling that made him feel safe. He thought it was probably universal anyway.

Luke wasn't surprised to see a black SUV waiting for them in front of the door. He got in, following Ashton. As earlier that day, the car started right away, without anyone giving directions, but this time no music was playing and it didn't help easing the situation. Surprisingly Ashton talked first, but he kept his eyes riveted straight ahead.

"You know his name? The concierge I mean." He half stated, half questioned.

"Yes. Didn't you?"

Ashton shrugged and glance at the window. He answered a moment later "I've heard his name before, but I wouldn't have been able to tell you if you would have asked."