Love Hurts (Lashton)

Chapter 4

Luke's POV

It was nice of Ashton to offer to help me unpack some things. I have to admit, Ashton is one of the most sweetest people I have ever met.

Not only is he sweet, he is very adorable. I love his glasses, his eyes, his laugh, his smile, he's just...cute. He's probably noticed that I'm bisexual, but that doesn't bother me. I just hope he doesn't hate me if he knows.

At the moment Ashton and I are unpacking old CDs to stack in the CD rack. It's embarrassing when Ashton sees an old CD of my mums, especially Jimmy Barnes and Boy-Zone.

Ashton held up a Spice Girls CD. "Let me guess, it's your mums?", He said.

I shook my head in embarrassment. "I-It's mine", I looked down at the floor.

Ashton started to laugh uncontrollably and I couldn't help but smile. He's too cute.

"What's so funny?", I asked.

He held his stomach as he continued to laugh. "Y-You have a Spice Girls CD, w-whats not to laugh at", He gasped for air in between laughs.

I snatched the CD out of his rather large hands. "Shut up, I bet something you own is embarrassing!".

He scrunched his face up and shook his head, making his brown curls bounce slightly. "Nah, nothing compared to that".

I rolled my eyes. "You can leave anytime, smart-arse".

He held his heart and took a deep breath. "Ouch, that hurt", He joked.

"Fuck up", I smiled. "I have a question for you".

"Yes?".

"Why aren't you in school today? It's Monday", I asked.

"Because I got back from my Aunty's and I got the choice to go to school or not", He answered.

I nodded. "Fair enough".

Just as I put the last CD on the rack. Ashton got a text.

"Urgh, it's mum, she wants me to go home", He said putting his phone in the pocket of his skinny jeans.

"Oh, okay, I'll text you later?".

He nodded. "Okay, bye".

"Bye", I replied before he exited the house and walked to his.

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(Next morning)
Ashton's POV

I rolled out of bed when I saw it was 6:45am. I walked to my wardrobe and picked out my grey 'Ponies Forever' tee, black skinny jeans, black converse and my black glasses.

After getting dressed, I brushed my teeth, washed my face and then went downstairs to get breakfast. I don't know why, but I always brush my teeth before eating breakfast, is that weird?

I saw mum and dad in the kitchen chatting quietly and they looked really happy. They stopped talking when I entered the room.

"Oh, morning, Ash", Dad greeted me cheerfully.

"...morning", I replied suspiciously. I didn't know what was going on, they're hiding something. "What's going on?", I asked.

"Nothing, As-"

"Your dad is moving to New York!", Mum squealed, interrupting dad.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "And that's a good thing? Why are you moving to New York?", I asked.

Dad took a sip of his coffee. And I sat down at the breakfast bar waiting for dad to explain things.

"Well...", He started. "I got a better job offer over there, and it brings in more money than my current job, so I decided to take it".