B A N D M A T E

N I N E

Luke gaped, once, twice. What the fuck did Ashton just said? Luke frowned, no he probably misunderstood. Luke stood up and he rubbed his hair. He eyed Ashton, the boy's cheeks were red-ish, his hands were shaking and he looked as if he could faint.

Oh, damn it.

Luke didn't misunderstood.

Luke started to panick, he had litterealy no idea of what was the right think to do.

So he just turned on his feet and left. Without a look and a single word.

The hazel-eyed boy felt his eyes tingling and seconds later tears were rolling down his cheeks. He pictured this scene in his mind a billion times, but every single one was better than this. Ashton never thought that he would just... leave.

He made his way to the couch and he sat down setting his head between his hands. What he was supposed to do now? What was the next step? Because Ashton didn't feel better at all, he was heartbroken.

Two hours later Ashton unlocked his hotel room, he had puffy eyes and red cheeks and he felt empty. He rolled himself into his blanket with all of his clothes on, he wanted to sleep forever and forget about what he just said to the blonde.

He didn't remember how many hours he spend sleeping when someone knocked at the door. Ashton didn't answer, he didn't want to see or talk to anybody. But the door unlocked itself and Michael entered the room.

« Hey. » Michael walked to the bed. « You didn't call so we were worried. » He sat next to Ashton. « How was it? » He said with an hoping look.

Ashton turned to face Michael and the pink-ish haired boy's eyes looked at him with sadness.

« Fuck I'm going to kill him. » Michael patted Ashton's arm. « What did he said? »

« Nothing. » Ashton sighed, holding onto the tears. « That's the point, he didn't say anything, he didn't look at me he just left. »

Michael frowned and he took Ashton in his arms rubbing the boy's back softly. Michael was really mad at Luke, he didn't know that one of his best friends could be as close-minded as that. Even if his feelings weren't mutuals, he hoped that at least he would've said something sweet to Ashton.

But he didn't and now the small boy was heartbroken into Michael's arms.

Soon enough Ashton fell asleep, he had a rough day and the boy needed some rest. Michael wrapped the boy into his blanket and he pulled off his shoes. He kissed his forehead and then he made his way to Luke's room.

He didn't bother knocking, nope he slammed the door roughly against the wall. Luke jumped off the bed with an unknowing look.

« What the fuck is wrong with you? » Michael shouted. « He came to you helpless and fuck Luke he was so scared you can't imagine how hard it was for him and... and you just ripped his heart. » Michael made a lot of gestures with his arms.

« I didn't know what to say, Mike. » Luke said. « It was so unexpected and I-I... fuck I'm such an asshole. » He said tugging on the tip of his hair.

« Yes, yes you really are. » Michael shouted. « Do you know how long he's been struggling with his feelings? He's afraid and he doesn't know what's happening, it's very new for him but you didn't care enough to say a single word. » Michael frowned. « I'm really disappointed on you Luke, I thought... I thought you were a better person than that. » He huffed. « But apparently I was wrong. » The pink-ish haired boy said before leaving the room.

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