Don't ; Lashton

Meet Ashton

Meet Ashton

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Ashton was the happy go-lucky lad almost everyone loved.

Almost.

There were a few people who absolutely despised him, including himself.

No one knew about the fake laughs and forced smiles.

No one ever questioned him if they did know they were fake, mainly because, why would the Ashton Irwin be sad and hate himself? He had a picture perfect family and a high grade point average at a very elite school.

He had secrets, secrets he hid deep within himself and the walls of his room.

His Mother was always working or sleeping, tired from working so many jobs to support her family. Seeing her was rare and when Ashton did, she was on her way to bed or work. And lets just say his father wasn't exactly loving to Ashton all the time for more than one reason. He was basically his younger siblings Father.

But no one had to know that. No one had to know the curly-haired boy had trouble with himself.

Ashton often felt numb, not feeling anything, not feeling any emotion. But who's going to fix him when he's always fixing others?

He just wanted to be free and live his life how he wanted, not his parents.

But there was always those blue eyes he saw after school, skating past on a long board, looking free but desolate. He was inked, seemingly from head to toe.

He had a far-away look in his eyes sometimes, other times, he'd be walking with friends.

Ashton loved his eyes.

But no one had to know that either.

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sooo thats Ashy

he's all sad and shit

but maybe he's not

who knows.

I'M GETTING MORE AND MORE AND MORE EXCITED FOR THIS STORY YES YES.

I'm on omegle btw under "whatashton" so come found me! if you want i mean.

anyways yeah 

thoughts on Ashton?

thanks for reading this and love yourself as much as niall loves food (#carrotmemories) ((i'm so lame))

byeee

-Ausha