Beautiful Night || Lashton ✔️

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How does one know they are in love? I don't think there is any one way to tell, you just know. Your heart beats for them, your mind thinks for them, everything is for them. Imagining their smile, their laugh hits the heart and hurts it yet heals it at the same time. It is similar to therapy, where it takes courage to allow yourself to fall, to trust someone with your heart, and in return, you will be anew. 

That isn't to say love always goes as planned, sometimes it hurts so badly like you are running through fire and there is no escape. Luke knew it all too well, he knew the pain that can come with loving a person who treats you like garbage. He knew the fear, he knew the pain of making a mistake and having the person you hold close to your soul refuses to be yours anymore. 

His soul hadn't been the same since the time he spent at the cabin with Ashton, the kiss that sent sparks up his spine, and made his eyes glitter, ignited a match within him, and caused his heart to race. When he thought of it, he would put his fingers to his lips, and remember what it feels like to kiss the one you love. It is during these times that his patience thins, and he wants to scream to the world that Ashton belongs to him, that they are in love and that he is sick and tired of waiting for the brunette to give him a second chance.

Staring at the piano keys of the white grand piano which was placed in the corner of his living room, he sobbed and placed his elbows upon the keys causing a crude sound to echo around the room. "Just be mine already,  I am so tired of being without you," he mumbled with a cracking voice. His mind was foggy, even so, he was forced to be alert upon hearing the doorbell ring. No one ever visits him. Grabbing his phone out of his front pocket he checked the cameras, his eyebrows rising at the sight of Ashton aggressively ringing his doorbell over and over. Wiping his tears away, he coughed slightly to try and make himself sound like he hadn't been crying just a moment ago. 

He walked over to the door calmly, twisting the silver knob, gasping in shock when the punk leaped on him. Hovering over the blond, Luke could smell the alcohol on his breath and his heart ached. From the red puffy look of Ashton's eyes, he could only assume he had been crying, it seems they both were suffering in the pits of their own melancholy hearts. 

"What are you doing Ash?" Luke asked the artist wore a black tank top that not only showed off his muscles but his many tattoos, a simple pair of ripped blue jeans along with them and his classic combat boots. The blond had never thought of Ashton as a drinker, so he was surprised to see him like this. 

Ashton still stoic in nature bit his lip before sighing, "I heard your song," he mumbled, only slurring his words slightly, "your voice is so beautiful, anything you do is....angelic really." 

A blush appeared on Luke's cheeks, as he pushed the man's shoulders so he could stand rather than being on top of the blond. The silence was held between the two, but Ashton stared at Luke with half-lidded hazel eyes, with their flicks of gold, carriers of so many thoughts the pianist couldn't even begin to know nor understand. 

"It's about you." 

"Mhm, I thought so..."

Biting the inside of his cheek, Luke rose from the wooden floor and held Ashton to keep him from stumbling into a piece of furniture. "Luke, I want you to be mine again. Those three years without you were so bleak, I may as well have been living within a grayscale still life painting. I feel like you are my soulmate, without you I am nothing."

Luke stared at the drunken punk confess his feelings, he probably wouldn't even remember doing so, and yet he smiled. If only he was sober...he could only think of this as progress for a future confession. He moved in, and wrapped his arms around Ashton, holding him close, feeling the warmth of his body, their hearts touched. "I want to be yours again too," he replied softly, taking Ashton's hands and leading the punk towards his plain bedroom, it lacked the feeling of home because it reminded Luke of how lonely he was. Yet with Ashton in it, it felt better. As he assumed, the only home he ever could have was Ashton himself.