Dying on the inside || Lashton

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(Ashton's POV)

"Ash, lemme in."

Luke knocked on the door.

I accidentally pushed everything off the counter. I groaned. "One sec!"

Luke sighed.

I wiped up the blood from my newest cuts and pulled my sweatshirt on. I put everything back carefully and opened the door.

"Have at it." I stepped out.

"Nope." He grabbed my arm and pulled me back in.

"What?" I hissed.

"Why'd it take so long to open the door?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I knocked stuff off the counter and attempted to clean it up, big deal."

He looked at me, concerned, but let it go. "Okay." He sighed.

I walked back to the couch in our hotel room, and sat down.

I scrolled through tweets, went on Instagram, and followed a few fans for a while.

Michael came and sat down next to me. He just sat there and watched me for a while, getting me to occasionally glance at him.

Finally, I gave up. "Can I help you with something, mikey?"

"Nah, I'm just bored because there's nothing to do in this hotel." He said, pulling his legs underneath himself.

"Go figure. It's a hotel. What do you wanna do?"

"Um, I can bet you there's fans outside. Wanna come meet some with me?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I'm tired. But tell them I said hello."

(Luke's POV)

When I was in the bathroom, I noticed something I hadn't seen in quiet some time.

I had noticed it after I took a shower, and I picked it up. The shiny piece of metal from a sharpener.

My heart started racing and I whispered, "oh not again ashy..."

I put it in my pocket and walked out of the bathroom. I walked over to the couch and grabbed Ashton's wrist.

"Wha- Luke, what are you doing?"

"We need to talk." I said, taking him out of the room.

We walked around until I found the back exit, and we sat behind the hotel.

"Why didn't you tell someone?"

"What are you talking about?" He asked, but color rushed into his cheeks, like he already knew.

"This." I pulled the silver rectangle out of my pocket and handed it to him.

He inspected it, and turned it over and over in his hand. "I-I don't know. I'm sorry Luke. I can't help it. It's like it's a part of me that will keep coming back..."

I held me hand out. "Wrist, now."

He groaned, thrusting his wrist at me.

I looked him in his eyes and pulled up his sleeves. He looked away when I moved my hand back to his wrist.

Since it was dark, I took out my phone and put the flashlight on. I traced my fingers over the old scars and the new.

"Ash... If only you talked to us."

"You don't get it, do you?" He pulled away and got up. "Goodnight Luke, I'm not even going to try to begin explaining."

With that, he walked away, leaving me alone. There has to be something I can do about this. Ashton can't just feel like he's alone... He has us. And his fans. And his family.

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A/N: hey, hope you're liking this story so far bc I do :)

Love you!

~Abby