Pretty Ones Club

Pretty People

"Ashton? You wanted to be part of the club?" Michael asks quietly.

"It was freshman year and I had low self esteem." Ashton mumbles.

"Not to mention he had the hugest crush on the leader at the time." Louis piped in.

"Who was she?" Michael asked.

"She?" Louis laughed. "Good one."

"Ashton here is gayer than a rainbow." Harry said. "We all are."

"Fine, who was he?"

"Nick Grimshaw. Total douche." Louis answered.

"Ashton? Is this true?" Michael asks.

"Sorry Mikey. I should have told you."

"No it's fine, I don't care. I just get now why you didn't want me to be in this group."

Luke and Harry looked a each other, communicating silently. Harry nodded. Michael watched the exchange with curious eyes, and that was that. What Michael didn't know was the thing that they decided would change his life forever.

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The Next Day

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"Calum, can I ask you a question?" Michael hears Ashton say. School was over an hour ago, but apparently being perfect means perfect grades and that's why they are stuck in the library as Louis, Luke, Harry, and Eleanor studied. The rest of the club was at different meetings.

"Course Ashton, what's up?" The dark haired boy answers, setting down his pencil.

"This may sound stupid, but what's the difference of not eating and throwing up your food. Like either way you aren't getting any nutrients."

"No, no, that's a valid question, and I don't know the answer exactly, but Harry knows so we can ask him after he's done." Calum answered before getting back to his work.

"Sounds good, uh thanks Calum." Ashton blushed.

Michael nudges his friend, and Ashton just hits him lightly. They are there for another twenty minutes before Harry declares that' it's enough. They pack up, and strut out of the library in twos. Harry and Louis in the front, Eleanor and Luke behind them, and Calum, Ashton, and Michael bringing up the end.

They get into their respective cars and meet up at Louis's house, since apparently it's the biggest. Michael texts his mother, telling her that he won't be home for awhile, not really expecting an answer.

"Ashton, go ask him. Make sure to use proper grammar though." Calum said giving Ashton a slight push.

"Uh, excuse me, Harry? Sir? May I please ask you a question," Ashton says, only shaking slightly.

"Of course, Ashton. Ask away." The boy said with a pleasant smile. He looked a lot nicer without the stress of being absolutely perfect.

"Why is throwing up your food so much worse than not eating?"

"Well, when you throw up, it rips up your esophagus and binging stretches out your stomach to unhealthy proportions. When you don't eat, it just makes your stomachs shrink and your body tired, but we take vitamins and protein supplements everyday to make sure we stay healthy and not sickly looking." Harry explains, and rests a hand on Ashton's shoulder. "I hope that helped,"

"Yes it did, thank you." Ashton smiled at the tall boy before walking over to Calum who runs his back slightly.

Michael smiles to himself. Seeing the affection between the two boys, his heart aches. He forgot what it was like to be wanted, even as a friend. That's why he moved. Sort of.

"Mikey! Can you come here for a minute?" Luke asks. Michael nods and follows the blonde boy up the stairs.

"I need your help." The blonde says as he enters what he assumes is Louis's room.

"With what exactly?"

"I don't want Justin to be in our club. He's an asshole and we don't need the negativity. I want it to be you."

"Me?" Michael asks incredulously.

"We can fix your hair and you're already fairly skinny. Self control won't be too hard, and I like you." Luke said, stepping towards the punk boy. "And Harry said I can't hook up with anyone outside the club."

Michael blushes and Luke steps back. "So what do you say?"

"Yes! Of course!" Michael says excitedly.