If Walls Could Talk (lashton)

Chapter 3

The bass was pounding in Luke's ears the moment they walked into the packed club, and he wanted nothing more than to turn around and just go home. He wasn't in a partying sort of mood, and he'd much rather just be cuddled up with Ashton on their couch watching some dumb action movie that the older boy loved. The thumping of the bass hadn't stopped once the entire hour that they had been there so far, and Luke was beginning to develop a headache as he sat with Calum in a reserved booth in the back of the club. The headache, coupled with the fact that Ashton was out on the dance floor grinding against some bleached blonde tramp, had managed to sour what Luke thought would be an okay evening out with his best mates, and now all he wanted to do was excuse himself to go cry in one of the bathroom stalls.

Luke knew he was always Ashton's second choice. If Ashton couldn't pick up an attractive woman at the bars on the weekend, he would come home wasted and slide into bed with Luke. He knew he was being used by his older bandmate, but he just couldn't stop it from happening. Luke was weak when it came to Ashton.

"Hey," Calum said as he reached out to stop Luke from ripping the paper label of his beer bottle to complete shreds. "What's up with you? You've been really off lately, I thought things were starting to get better..." Calum said as he looked at Luke with concern in his large brown eyes. The truth was, things had been getting better for Luke. A lot of the anxiety and depression he had been battling when he was with Arz had slowly begun to edge to the back of his mind, and he found himself worrying less and less about the things that he had no control over. But even though things had gotten better, that didn't stop certain things from getting worse, like his feelings for Ashton.

"I'm fine," Luke said as he took another swig from his bottle and set it back down on the wooden table. "Never been better." Luke chanced a glance over toward the dance floor where he could see Ashton, his large hands that would grip Luke's cock were now wrapped around the petite waist of the drunk blonde and his devilish mouth was latched on her neck.

Luke could feel the jealousy bubbling up in his gut and he snapped his head to look in the opposite direction as he made eye contact with a smirking Ashton.

"Well now I know that's a fucking lie. What's up, dude? Did something happen between you and Ash?"

"Why would you ask that?" Luke snapped at his best mate, his eyes darting over to lock with Calum's. "No. Nothing happened, we're fine." Calum just shrugged, taking a sip out of his own glass of whiskey sour.

"You've just seemed weird around him recently, I don't know. I just thought maybe you guys got in a fight or something. You know how it can get living together after a while."

"Nothing happened between us, okay? I'm just tired."

"Hey, no one will judge you if you're sick of living with Ash, we all get a little cabin fever after being together too long. Remember the time I didn't talk to Michael for a week because of the way he ate the Doritos? Fucking annoying I swear I-"

"Would you just give it a rest, Cal!" Luke said with a huff as he pushed away from the table and brushed past Michael who was making his way back from the bar.

"The hell is his problem?" He heard Michael ask Calum and he became increasingly annoyed with his friends' nosiness. Luke didn't understand why Calum always had to push. Sure, deep down he knew that it was just Calum trying to be a good friend, but Luke hated Calum's intrusiveness because more than anything he did want to talk to someone. He wanted nothing more than to confide in his childhood best friend, break down in his arms, and just scream in frustration. But he couldn't. Not without risking the band of course, and whatever the hell was going on with Ashton.

Luke pushed his way through the crowd and into the hazy bathroom. His head was already spinning, and the smoke from the vapes people were puffing was not helping in the slightest. He leaned over the counter, his white knuckles protruding from under his pale skin as he gripped the countertop. His chest was aching. Luke hated how he felt about Ashton. He knew he had no right to be upset that Ashton was dancing with some girl. It's not like they were official... or anything at all for that matter.