Unpredictable (A Lashton Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Falling Apart.

I wasn’t able to get back to sleep that night, so when the alarm went off at six o’clock the next morning I was already wide awake. I was ready to get up, hoping that a hot shower would clear my head and prepare me for another busy day, but it sure didn’t seem like Ashton was. Normally it was the other way around and I was always the one still laying in bed, but today was different—in more ways than one. “Lukey, can you please turn that stupid alarm off? It’s making my headache worse.”

            I sighed and hit the clock, almost knocking it off the table. “There. Now, are you going to get up or lay there all day?”

            “My head hurts,” Ashton complained, still remaining motionless under the covers. “Will you come hold me?”

            I rolled my eyes and shook my head, but for some reason I still laid down beside him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I wanted to stay mad at him, but I couldn’t, at least not with that innocent look he was giving me. Whether he was aware of it or not, Ashton had the power to make me do or say whatever he asked of me. “You know why your head hurts, right? Spending five hours at a party will do that to you.”

            “I know,” Ashton replied, turning around so he was facing me. “but I only had two drinks the whole time I was there.”

            “You shouldn’t have been drinking anything, especially without me there to drive you back. Do you know how dangerous that was?” I asked, lifting my hand so I could gently touch his face. “I can’t have you getting hurt.”

            Ashton half-smiled. “I guess I forgot to tell you that Harry drove me back, didn’t I?”

            I wanted to tell him that there were probably a lot of things about last night that he ‘forgot’ to tell me, but I remained silent and held him closer to me, hoping that my suspicious were wrong. He wouldn’t lie to me. He just wouldn’t. Still, I had to know for sure. “Ashton?”

            “Yes, Lukey?” He was still tired; I could tell by his voice. I wanted to stay like this all day, just holding him and staying warm, but of course I couldn’t do that—not with us having an interview scheduled in less than an hour.

            I took a deep breath before speaking again, trying to make sure my voice wasn’t shaky. “Did anything happen last night that you want to talk about?”

            Ashton’s eyes widened when I said that, and I couldn’t tell if it was from shock or fear. “Of course not. Why would you even say that?”

            “I don’t know. You just acted really strange last night.” I decided not to ask about the perfume I smelt on him, simply because I was trying to forget about that myself.

            “I was acting strange because of those drinks I had,” Ashton laughed, but his smile faded when he noticed my serious expression. “Look. I don’t keep secrets from you. I never have, and I never will. If something happened that I felt like I needed to tell you about, I would.”

            I nodded, even though I still wasn’t quite sure if I believed him. Something just seemed off, and I was certain that I would figure out what once I talked to Harry this afternoon.

            After about ten more minutes of lying there in silence, I decided that if we didn’t get up now, we never would. Plus, I was afraid if I kept holding him for too much longer Ashton would fall asleep again, and I hated to have to wake him up twice in one morning. “Come on, sleepyhead.”

            “We can afford to miss another interview, can’t we?” Ashton groaned, burying his face into the pillow.

            “Management already probably hates us, so there’s no way they’ll let us get away with missing three interviews in a row,” I said sternly. “Plus, Calum can’t do an entire interview by himself.”