5SOS One Shots + Mini Stories.

#3: Not All Boys Talk Girls - (Lashton)

Not All Boys Talk Girls, part one.

(Lashton. Smut part is next.)

Ashton was depressed. He hated seeing Luke laugh and get along with someone else, especially a girl. The girl he would laugh with. Sometimes he thought Luke was Bisexual, but he only acted like that around Michael, his best friend, so he wasn't sure about that. But just the thought of Luke with someone else, especially one of Ashton and Luke's best friends, hurt more.

Luke was laughing across the room with her, she was draped accross his arm like a cheerleader on a footballer, and Luke didn't seem to mind. He may've looked slightly uncomfortable, but it didn't seem like he cared to much. And that hurt Ashton.

Finally, he seen her try to kiss him. He almost didn't pull away as he didn't realise it because he was talking with a laughing and drunken Michael sitting across the seat from him. Surely enough though Michael said something- presumably warning Luke- and Luke pulled away quickly before the girl could reach his cheek/the corner of his mouth. The girl all but giggled to herself and tried again. And that's when Ashton had had enough.

Luke was definitely sober as Ashton had marched his way over to him and pulled Luke by the arm, leading him outside of the club. "C'mon, we're leaving." But he didn't do so, not before giving the blonde-headed girl a glare as she looked irritated with Ashton. "Sorry hunny, he's mine," he fake smiled as he pulled Luke away.

They got to Ashton's car, the shorter boy pushing Luke into the passenger seat before going around to the driver's side. The ride home was silent and filled with confusion and tension before Luke grew a smirk on his face. "Yours, huh?" He questioned carefully, rubbing Ashton's thigh. "No Luke, i just needed to get you out of there. Didn't need her hanging off of you and trying to bring you home." He sighed impatiently, continuing to drive home. Luke let it go for now, making a mental note for later.

They arrived at the 5SOS house, both boys getting out of the car and heading inside. Ashton went straight to the kitchen for some water. After all, he hadn't had anything at the club, neither had Luke.

"What's up curly?" "Drink," was all Ashton mumbled. "Want one?" He asked just to be polite. "No, i'm fine." Luke replied, waving off the boy's offer.

"So, about earlier.." Luke tried. "I told you Luke, it was nothing." Ashton quickly said. "Was it though?" Luke questioned, raising his voice a little. The curly haired boy who was doing the dishes stopped and turned around. Luke's raised voice got his attention. He stopped the water, dried his hands quickly and turned around to face the blonde who was biting his lip ring, one thing he didn't know that drove Ashton crazy when he did it. Ashton started for a bit, before mentally facepalming. "Yes, that's all." He annoyedly rolled his eyes and went to turn back around to do the dishes, just as hands found his hips, holding him in place.

"Now just wait a minute, Ashy." Ashton blushed at the nickname, before mentally facepalming again for acting so immature. He looked up and his hazel eyes met those beautiful crystal blue ones, the ones he could stare into forever. A look of worry was etched onto Luke's face, before he was smirking when Ashton hadn't responded to his question, only started at him.

"Ash?"

"Hm?" The hazel eyed boy blushed, snapping out of his thoughts about the blonde's beauty. "Did you hear me?" The taller boy asked, chuckling when he got no response, only the reddening of the shorter boy's cheeks.

"I see," the younger boy smirked. "Fancy someone, eh?" He laughed. And no matter how much Ashton loved his laugh, Luke really didn't know. He didn't "fancy" anyone. He loved someone. More than he should, at that.

"Huh?" The shorter boy questioned.

"You said you called me yours so i didn't have that girl hanging off me and trying to bring me home. I know you like someone though, because lately you've been different. So, my straight Ashy, who is it?" Luke smiled, hands still resting on Ashton's hips. "Oh, i know-" the blonde started, only to be cut off by the curly haired male. Ashton cringed at the word 'straight'. And Luke saying he knew? Knew what? He had had enough.

"No Luke, you don't." He cut the taller boy off, catching Luke by surprise. He pulled himself out of the blonde's grip in the process, standing a few feet back from the boy as he watched his hands fall back beside him. Ashton already felt bad, and he missed his touch. God, did he love the feeling of Luke holding his hips. Them being so close and intimate, breath mixing together as they stood there, Ashton in Luke's hold, almost securely.

The blonde stood there shocked, lips parted, waiting for Ashton so speak. So he did.

"You have no idea. First of all, i am not straight! Okay?! Far from it!! Second of all, yes, i like someone. Congrats captian obvious, you figured it out. Well, half of it. Maybe not even that. Yes, i like someone. No, wait- i love someone. And that someone is you, you bloody idiot!

I'm so in love with you and it hurts. Seeing you happy with girls and being friends with other guys. I get to watch you have girls hang off your arm while you sit there like you don't care. See them try and take you home, only for you to barely decline. I get to see the person i love be with someone else, laugh with someone else, hold someone else, kiss someone else, etc. I sit here and pretend to smile so you won't have a damn clue, but dude, i'm literally head over heels for you! I'm so far deep, and i didn't even notice it until i was already fucked over, my heart beating quicker whenever you're around. How i feel the need to blush whenever you call me names. How you bite your lipring and it drives me absolutely insane. Your clothes that make you look to die for. Your laugh that brings butterflies to my stomach. Your giggles and make me smile and release my own, just because seeing and hearing you being happy makes me the same. Just knowing you're happy or around me makes me feel better. I didn't notice anything or the way i would clam up and stutter around you until Michael and Calum brought it up to me. I was fucked from the start, i fell for a guy, i fell for my bandmate, i fell for you, i fell for Luke Hemmings. I fell for you, god damnit! And it hurts!" Ashton almost cried, raising his voice at certain points as he spoke. His voice broke as he spoke his words, his voice felt tight and there was a lump in his throat.

He finished his speach with a tear in his eye, wiping it away as it tried to escape his eyes as a fallen one. The blonde stood in front of him, surprised, mesmerized, in love, speachless, etc. He didn't know what to say or do. What could he do, when Ashton, the person now knew he loved, confessed his love for him?

"You know Ashton," he started, "Girls may talk boys, but not all boys talk girls." The blonde replied.

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