Lost (Lashton fanfic)

4

Luke’s POV

About thirty minutes they had been walking, when the boy no one else had met yet wouldn’t be quiet. “Harry, it’s dark.” “Harry, it’s creepy.” “Harry, I’m scared.” Luke leaned to Niall, “I’m guessing he already knows Harry?” Niall laughed. “Yeah, apparently he’s known em for quite a while. I think there’s something going on between him and Harry, if ya know what I mean..” Luke got it. He kind of thought that anyways. “What’s his name? I haven’t even met him yet.” “His name is Louis, he’s a pretty nice guy. Not sure why he’s being so annoying right now, though.” Luke thought to shut him up he’d introduce himself to him. “Hi,” Luke offered his hand to Louis, “Luke Hemmings.” He grabbed his hand and gave him a surprisingly firm handshake. “Louis Tomlinson. Nice to meet you.” Luke thought he’d go ahead and ask just because. “So.. you and Harry?” Louis looked away, face turning red, but it was so dark that Luke couldn't see it. “Uhhh,” he stuttered around nervously, “no, friends.. Just friends..” Luke felt what Louis was feeling. “He’s probably not telling the truth, but oh well,” Luke thought to himself. Luke caught back up to Ashton, still nervous about the surrounding woods. “Why is no one else considering how creepy and scary these woods are,” he thought. “Well, except Louis. At least Harry has a flashlight.” He looked ahead of Ashton and Harry smiled and said, “We’re back at the site! Time for food!” Harry started the fire and pulled out a pack of hot dogs that had stayed cold in his bag, and the boys ate the whole pack. “Who wants s’mores?!” said Harry. The boys all agreed that that was a good idea. Luke powered through five of them, while Ashton was on his second. “Slow down, Luke!” yelled Ashton, laughing hysterically. Luke smiled as he went in for the sixth. 

Later that night in the tent, Ashton and Luke lay in the dark tent, silent from being so worn out from all the walking. Luke started hearing a faint rustling noise in the distance. “Ash..Ash,” whispered Luke, “do you hear that?” “Hear what?” “The rustling sound coming outside the tent!” “Luke, stop being paranoid, go to sleep.” A couple minutes passed. “Okay I definitely hear it,” said Ashton, “let’s go check it out.” Luke froze. He definitely didn't want to go to the noise. “Come on, Luke. We’ll go together.” Luke decided he could deal with that. They crept out of the tent and looked around, it was completely dark. “It’s coming from over there.” They walked towards it carefully. Suddenly, a noise came that wasn’t rustling. “Harrrrryyy, oh harry yesss. Fuck yessss. Ohhhh.” Luke tried to hold in his laughter once he realised the situation. “Oh my God, Ash, Louis is getting fucked by Harry in there!!” “What?!” said a surprised Ashton, “how would you know that?” Luke wished that Ashton could see his sassy expression, but it was pitch black. “Ash, it’s so obvious what’s going on between them. They are definitely together.” “Hmm.” Ashton just sounded confused. “Well, alright then. I guess let’s go back and pretend this didn’t happen.” “Sounds good.” Luke and Ashton got back in the tent and into their sleeping bags. “Well, Luke, I’m exhausted. Good night.” Luke smiled, “Good night, Ash.” Ashton went right to sleep, but Luke layed there and thought about Ashton. He wanted him to be awake, wanted to talk to him, wanted him to be in his sleeping bag with him and feel his warm, strong arms around him. He frowned in the dark and thought about what he had just heard from Harry’s tent, and how badly he wanted that to be him and Ashton.

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Next chapters will be more exciting, promise!! Thanks if you have read this far!! :)