A/N SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN FOREVER, A BUNCH OF STUFF HAPPENED, I HAD LOADS OF SCHOOL WORK AND SOMETHING ELSE HAPPENED WHICH MEANT I GOT MY IPAD CONFISCATED BUT YEAH
I'VE PLANNED OUT THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS SO I KNOW EXACTLY WHATS GONNA HAPPEN OOOH
ALSO I'M ON SCHOOL BREAK NOW SO I CAN UPDATE WAY MORE
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS ANYWAY AND ILY
LUKE POV
I’ve only just managed to get over the shock that this is actually happening, this that I’ve been dreaming about for a good 3 year, when Ashton pulls away hastily. For about four uncomfortable seconds he just looks me in the eyes, and I swear he sees right into my soul, and my sassy, cocky, confident persona drops like a stone. I'm no longer funny, flirty, can-i-take-a-shot-off-your-body Luke, but I'm more vulnerable, desperate, I-have-such-a-massive-crush-on-you-but-you’re-my-brother’s-best-friend Luke. I sigh. There goes everything that’s built up to this moment.
I’m broken out of my self-deprecating reverie by Ashton himself.
“Luke, what’s wrong? I heard you sigh, you know your mouth is right by my ear…”
I can’t think of anything to respond with, so I start to speak, but end up sighing again. Ashton sighs back, and I see the game he’s playing so I respond with another sigh, and in a moment we’re sighing exaggeratedly and then Ashton breaks down in giggles in front of me and I swear that this is heaven because his laugh is angels, but of course all good things must end.
“Seriously, what’s wrong? I’m sorry for kissing you, I get it, it was weird and wrong; I don’t even know if you like me at all and even if you wanted me to kiss you, I mean we were- you were the one that said it- I just- I don’t know if you even wanted to kiss or if you liked it at all-”
Ashton’s rambling and I don’t really know what to say until he catches me off guard with a question.
“Did you like it?”
“Did you?” I reply, trying to keep up the image I was throwing out earlier, but my voice cracks slightly and it doesn’t really work. However, and luckily I guess for me, Ashton still blushes and looks away. Why even bother looking away, we’re still trapped in an airing cupboard and I just… I want to be able to see his face and know what he’s feeling. I have no idea what to do, and I know it’s risky but it seemed to work last time, so I wrap my hand carefully round the back of Ashton’s neck and pull his face towards mine. When our lips meet it still has the buzz and the spark that it had the first time and I find myself short of breath in seconds, probably because my hearts beating triple time and all my muscles are tense, but Ashton isn’t pulling away and neither am I. I feel his arms wrap around my neck and I move my hands down to his middle and we’re both moving, closing the small gap that we somehow managed to make in the confined space. Our whole bodies are together, leaning on each other for support and I swear we fit together like puzzle pieces, soulmates now they’ve found each other just savouring every touch and breath trying to stay as close as possible.
In short, it’s beautiful, magical, and every second of not having Ashton these last two years has been worth it, because if they didn’t happen then this moment wouldn’t happen, and I wouldn’t miss this moment for anything.
In a few more seconds, the kiss gets more heated, and Ashton’s leaning more into me. He’s stronger than I thought, because his strength is pushing me back into the airing cupboard door. Before either of us know what’s happening the door has burst open, I guess from mine and Ashton’s entwined bodies slamming against it, and suddenly we’re both lying on the floor, me on my back and Ashton on top of me.
