I've Seen It All Before (Larry Stylinson's Son)

Chapter Four

Blake's POV

It's been a day since I got out of the hospital. My parents promised me they would help me get better but they aren't around. They told me Louis and Harry's son would be over at 1:00 and it is currently 12:53. Honestly, they should have just sent me to a rehab center because they still aren't handling the problem, but it has only been one day.

I heard a knock at the door and figured it was Ashton. I sighed and slipped on some black skinny jeans and a 'You Me At Six' tank-top then headed downstairs to open the door. When I opened it, the first thing I saw was his smile but I didn't smile back. He was wearing a similar outfit to mine but he had on a 'Mayday Parade' tank-top. His light brown hair was swept across his forehead and was slightly curly, he probably got that from Harry. His eyes were celery green and were also ocean blue with little specks of chestnut brown around the irises. They looked me up and down and I had the sudden urge to slam the door in his face.

"Hi I'm Ash." He said sounding kind of awkward.

"No shit." I was not in the mood for his cheery attitude.

"Someone's got an attitude." He laughed. I glared at him and told him to fuck off, then I walked away leaving the door open.

"That's a good way to invite someone into your house."

"I can easily kick you out." He raised his hands in defense then took a seat on the couch. I scooted further away from him. He started rambling about useless shit while I zoned out.

He was hot even though he was already annoying as hell, he was also adorable as hell.

"So I was thinking-" Was the first thing I heard when I stopped thinking about him.

"So I was thinking you can shut the fuck up and cook me something." I cut him off. He looked shocked.

"What I have to eat because it's apparently not healthy to not eat!" He was getting on my nerves.

"We'll it's kind of not healthy..."

"Shut up I don't remember asking for your opinion." I snapped.

Ashton's POV

Jesus this boy was sassy. I expected him to be more shy. I sighed and went into the kitchen and found a bag of crisps and chucked them at him.

"Ow fuck!" He shouted. I'm not sorry. I really wanted this to go differently.

He opened the bag and started eating them. He was going to feel sick after this. I saw him make a disgusted face at the bag before putting them down. I really hoped he didn't throw them up because then I wouldn't know what to do.

Thank god he just laid down and continued to watch TV.

I just watched him and I probably looked creepy while doing it but oh well. He looked tired hence the bags under his eyes. He had really pale skin and was very skinny. My eyes slowly moved from his face to his arms. Little tiny stripes of pink, white, and a redish color covered most of his forearm. The redish ones looked like they were puffed up; probably from going deeper then the pink and white ones. They were unfortunately scattered around both arms.

My gaze traveled back up to his flawless face. His eyes were a very light blue, with an almost white ring around his pupil. His black hair was close to covering his emotionless eyes.

"Blake..." He looked up and I forgot what I was about to say. I felt my cheeks heat up. I tried to avoid his eyes but I wanted to see if they were still emotionless.

My eyes finally met his and I saw a slight smirk on his pale pink lips. I started blushing even more because I wanted to walk over there and press my lips to his.

Blake slowly got up. His smirk was still there. He came over to me and straddled my hips. He started to bring his lips to mine. To say I was nervous was an understatement. The boy I've been crushing on for about three months was about to kiss me, or so I thought. Before they could even brush against mine he stood up and looked me dead in the eye.

"Get out of my house." My eyes widened. Is that it. I have a fucking boner and that's all he says. I don't say that of course I just get up and walk to the door. I glance back at him and see the stupid smirk. I roll my eyes then walk out the door.

When I arrive home I see Harry in the kitchen cooking.

"How was your play date?" He asked me and I sighed.

"Dad I'm 17. We don't say play date anymore and it was fine."

"I can tell." Louis says walking in the room. I rolled my eyes and started walking up to my room.

"NEXT TIME I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANYMORE BONERS WHEN YOU COME HOME!" I heard Louis yell.

Shit.

A/N I'm very proud of this wow okay. I don't have much to say except its hard writing about someone else named Ashton because i instantly think Ashton Irwin. Anyway thank you for reading this it means a lot.