Unpredictable (A Lashton Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-Seven - Self-Control Issues.

The show only lasted about half an hour because it was a TV special, and soon we were back inside our dressing room once again. Michael and Calum were standing by the refrigerator, water bottles in hand, while Luke was sitting on a small leather couch on the far end of the room. He looked even more gorgeous than usual, which is saying something because he looks absolutely flawless all of the time. There was nothing special about his outfit—it was the same black sleeveless top and ripped jeans that he wore to almost every concert—but his hair had somehow remained perfectly styled throughout the whole performance, and it made me want to run my hands through it. Sweat was dripping down his face, probably because of the fact he had been running all across the stage playing his guitar like a professional rock star—which he was—and I had a hard time focusing on anything or anyone else in the room, although I knew there were other people talking to me.

            I finally closed the distance between us and sat down beside him, leaning over so I could whisper in his ear. “You’re killing me tonight, Lukey.” It was the truth. I had honestly never wanted him as bad as I did in that moment, but there wasn’t exactly anything I could do about it now. If I could’ve taken him back to the hotel room right then and there and skipped the interview we had in an hour I would have, but I knew I couldn’t. We had missed too many interviews and had too many people asking questions already, we would probably put the whole world into a frenzy if we missed another one.

            Instead of acting on the many fantasies and desires I had in my head I pulled him closer to me and pressed my lips against his, kissing him as long as I could possibly get away with. I wanted to do more, of course, but that would have to wait until another time. For now I could only settle with this short but intimate moment in order to avoid getting in trouble with and being yelled at again by management, even though what I was doing now was risky enough. I kept waiting for the door to open and for someone to pull us apart, but thankfully that didn’t happen.

            I was the first to pull away, simply because I needed time to catch my breath, and that’s when Austin walked over to us and sat down beside me on the already too-small couch. “Sorry to interrupt whatever you two are doing over here, but I have a question. Has Shawn Mendes talked to you since the big showdown the other night?”

            “Yeah,” Luke replied. He was still slightly breathless and his cheeks were flushed from the kiss, and he had to take a moment to gather his composure before continuing. “He talked with Ash when you and I were still in the hospital, and he somehow found us at Lime Kiln yesterday. Why? Have you met up with him too?”

            Austin nodded. “Yeah, this morning he came by my tour bus to apologize for everything, although I didn’t believe a word he said.”

            “He apologized to us, too,” I put my arm around Luke, because I still had the urge to touch him in some way. There was just something about him tonight that was completely driving me crazy and, even though I was trying to focus on Austin and the conversation we were having, I couldn’t focus on anything or anyone but Luke. “Did he say anything to you about wanting Nathan dead?”

            “No,” Austin said slowly, confusion flashing across his face. “Why would he want Nathan dead? I thought he was working for him.”

            “He was,” Luke laughed. “and I’m pretty sure he still is, but for some reason he’s claiming that he wants ‘his friends back’ and can’t do that unless Nathan is out of the picture for good. Shawn told Ashton and I that Nathan is only scared of two people—Colin and Kevin—and wanted us to talk to them about helping him take him down.”

            Austin sighed. “We can’t do that, though, at least not until they get back from their sporting events or whatever they had to go to. Honestly, I think we should just ignore Shawn and his stupid apologies. He almost killed me, and something like that takes a while for a person to get over.”

            Luke rolled his eyes. “Tell me about it.”

            “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see if he comes and talks to any of us again,” Austin shrugged and smiled at us once more before walking back over to the other side of the room, leaving Luke and I sitting by ourselves once more.

            I wanted more than anything to kiss him again. I needed to feel his lips against mine once more, even if just for a few seconds. However, it was at that moment that I glanced down at my watch and saw it was already nine-thirty, and soon our management would walk through the door and take us to our interview.

            I could tell Luke was feeling the same way, just by the way he was staring at me. We had a way of looking at each other and communicating our feelings through our expressions, without either of us having to say a word. It was just another reason why our relationship was so strong; we were connected both mentally and emotionally.

            “We have our interview soon, don’t we?” Luke whispered, his lips just inches from mine.

            I forcefully tore my gaze away in fear that I would get lost in those ocean-like blue eyes of his and do something I would probably regret later on. “Yeah, we do.”

            “I hope it doesn’t last long,” Luke’s voice was raspy and even deeper than usual, and that fact combined with everything else was making it even harder and harder for me to control myself. “because I want to finish what we started earlier.”

            It was then that I made the decision to stand up and walk back to the other side of the room again—if I didn’t, I would go completely crazy. With that said I took the empty seat next to Michael, ignoring the amused expression he was giving me. “Having some self-control issues, Ashton?”

            “Shutup,” I muttered, but even I couldn’t help but smile. I sat there, unsuccessfully trying to think of something to keep my mind off of Luke, until the door opened once more and Cody walked in—apparently he was the spokesperson for our management—and informed us that our van was waiting outside to take us to another building a few blocks over where our interview would be conducted.

            I didn’t take my usual seat next to Luke in the car or during the interview, only because I didn’t feel like it was in our best interests for me to be close to him right now, at least not in public.

            The interviewer thankfully wasn’t as abrasive or rude as the last one who had talked to us, and it didn’t last as long as most of them did. We were in and out in almost twenty minutes, whereas normally our interviews took at least an hour.

         We were all tired by this point, and when we finally made it back to our hotel room Luke and I realized we were both too exhausted to do anything more than cuddling under the covers with a few kisses sneaked inbetween, which was perfectly fine with me. I was content with just being with him, and I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face.