|| Luke's POV ||
As soon as I caught a glimpse of the horrible marks that scattered his arms I gasped. There were so many. Some new and some old, that had faded into scars. It pained me to see a beautiful boy with so much hurt that he harms himself. I couldn't even stand the thought of him doing that.
"A-Ash..." I mumbled, taking his wrist in my hands and gently examining the gashes. He turned his head, obviously ashamed.
"Ash. Ashton look at me." I turned his face to mine. He didn't need to be ashamed.
"Please don't be ashamed. There's nothing to be ashamed of." He laughed a cold laugh.
"There's everything to be ashamed of, Luke! I'm just a messed up kid with a messed up life and I can't cope with it properly. I'm nothing. I deserve everything that happens to me and I deserve every single cut. I'm just a fuck up." He yelled out, breaking down into sobs at the end. I felt So bad for the sobbing boy in my arms. So I just held him. And we fell asleep like that. In my bed him in my lap with his sleeve pulled up and his cheeks stained with tears.
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The next morning when I woke up, there was an unfamiliar dip in my bed where its usually unoccupied. But this morning a certain curly haired boy with beautiful hazel eyes snored lightly with his face buried in my extra pillow. I smiled at the sight. He truly was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen. Yes, I said beautiful. Because no other words describe him properly. His sleeve was still pulled up, revealing the slashes on his arms. The older boy was still sleeping soundly. I gently got off the bed and made my way downstairs to make some breakfast.
When Ashton came down the stairs, his hair rested messily upon his for head but he still managed to look absolutely perfect. I smiled at him. He giggled. Yes, giggled and I hugged him, pulling his body close to mine. We stood in my kitchen and hugged for a while, just enjoying each others company. After a while I pulled away.
"I made banana pancakes with peanut butter on them." I spoke, breaking the comfortable silence that had previously filled the room. He grinned. "Yum. My favorite." We sat down and enjoyed our food, talking a bit about bands and such. After finishing, we just sat on the couch watching movies on Netflix and cuddling. When we finished our 6th movie, it was already 7 pm and we both stood.
"Want to order a pizza?" I suggested after both of our stomachs growled.
"Sure." He said softly, holding back a yawn. As I was about to call the pizza place, my front door opened and my mother walked in. I had totally forgotten she was coming home From her business trip today. She looked exhausted.
"Hey sweetie. Oh, who's this?" She inquired, looking at Ashton, smiling.
"This is Ashton, I met him at Michael's party a couple days back. We've been hanging out."
"That's great honey." she spoke, knowing I don't really get out of my shell much. She gave me a tight hug.
"I'm going to sleep, I'm knackered. Don't burn the house down and Ashton, you can go ahead and spend the night. Goodnight boys." We both muttered a 'night' as she made her way to her bedroom and continued on to order that pizza.
Author's note
Its 3 am wtf. Why am I awake. I have to be up in a couple hours for school but I can't sleep. bleh but I decided to write this it probably sucks but whatever hahaha Kay bye goodnight
