Unpredictable (A Lashton Fanfic)

Chapter Forty-Four - My Oxygen.

*Ashton’s POV*

I was actually able to sleep that night, which is saying something because for the past three weeks I’ve been completely exhausted yet completely restless at the same time. I’m almost certain my good night’s sleep was caused by Luke having his arms wrapped protectively around me, as if he wouldn’t let anyone or anything take me away from him, and with that said I hated more than anything to have to get up and leave him the next morning.

            I carefully stood up, slowly unwrapping myself from Luke while trying my hardest not to wake him. I felt like I needed to kiss him goodbye, but I knew if I did it would be even harder for me to leave. So, in order to spare us both a goodbye that I once again knew would be much too emotional I slowly exited his bedroom and shut the door behind me as quietly as I could.

            When I reached the living room I was completely shocked at how much damage I had caused last night during my little altercation with Shawn Mendes. There was shattered glass and metal all over the floor, and there was a gaping hole where the window once was.

            I didn’t mean to hurt Shawn. I had just intended on talking to him, but needless to say things got out of hand. The best thing? I got my point across. He definitely knows never ever to make a move on Luke again, because Luke is mine and only mine.

            I don’t usually let my jealousy take me over like that, but when it comes to Luke, it’s different. Everything’s different with him; he’s changed everything I thought I knew about myself and my emotions. I’m so protective over him, sometimes overly so, and I admit that I live in constant fear that someone is going to take him away from me or that he’s going to change his mind. He did spend his whole time in Australia convincing me that I was delusional and he’d never have feelings for me, after all. It’s a miracle that he changed his mind and realized we were meant for each other, and once in a while I can’t help but wonder if his seemingly sudden love for me was too good to be true.

            I quickly shook my head, as if trying to force those doubts away. The only reason Luke acted like he hated me back in Sydney was because he was scared; he was falling for me and he didn’t want to, and if the roles were reversed, I probably would’ve pushed him away in the same exact way he did me. He’s reassured me of that so many times, why was I even thinking otherwise?

            I was brought out of my thoughts and back to reality once I looked down at my watch and realized it was almost nine o’clock—Gemma said she would be back from her ‘night out with friends’ at ten-thirty this morning, and I knew if I wasn’t there when she returned, she’d go crazy.

            Closing the door softly behind me again I exited Luke’s room, quickening my pace as I walked down the narrow hallway. Thankfully I knew a secret way that I could reach the parking lot without dealing with a bunch of screaming girls, and so I made my way down the dark stairway as fast as I could without tripping. Once I finally reached my Range Rover I started it up and turned up the CD I had put in on my way over here, hoping the rock music coming through the speakers would calm me down and help replace the dread I was feeling about going back to Gemma’s apartment that was, in more ways than one, like a prison cell.           

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*Luke’s POV*

I kept myself busy almost all morning, picking up the bits of glass that remained on the hotel floor and covering the broken window with a few towels and nails, and I couldn’t decide if I actually enjoyed cleaning or if it was just a distraction; something to keep my mind off how empty I felt without Ashton being here.