Hazel Eyes | Lashton

Chapter Fifteen

"I could live by the light in your eyes. I'll unfold before you, what I've strung together. The very first words of a lifelong love letter." -I Choose You (Sara Bareilles)

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Luke woke with a start, shooting up on the couch-bed and glancing around the room, the uneasy feeling leaving his body upon realizing that he's in Ashtons' living room. With a hard on. He's in Ashtons' living room with a fvcking hard on. Luke immediately reaches towards the coffee table to unlock his phone only to be temporarily blinded from the brightness setting. The digital clock reads 8:27 and Luke decides it's late enough to call Calum and freak out; so that's exactly what he does.

"Luke, it's like eight. What on Earth could you possibly need?" Calums' voice comes through the receiver almost immediately after dialing which means he probably fell asleep with it on his face again.

"Shut up, Calum. I'm having a freaking crisis because I woke up in Ashtons house with a freaking hard on and what the fuck Calum what do I do it's not like I can jack off to-" Luke pulls at his hair and stares helplessly at his pants.

"EW, Luke, you shut up. Think of straight sex or your brothers or something! You're fvcking gross, man." Luke groans at Calums' remarks and buries his head in his hands.

"God, Cal. What am I doing?" Luke whisper-shouts into the phone, squeezing his eyes close to think of old ladies.

"...Are we still talking about your erection?" Calum asks, confusion evident in his voice. Luke laughs quietly at his best friend.

"No you idiot. What am I doing with Ashton? I'm too scared to make a move or anything. He probably doesn't even like me like that." Luke crawls under the fluffy blankets and lays the phone next to him.

"Luke, Ashton looks at you like a blind man seeing for the first time. You wanna know what you're doing? Absolutely nothing. Make a move, Lu." Calum promps (the insensitive asshole-what does he think Luke's been trying to do?). "You don't have to go absolutely mad and like, kiss him. That's not you. Try to hold his hand." Luke sighs and glares at the roof of his blanket-tent (note: he's not as insensitive as previously stated).

"Why can't you just be gay? You already know everything about me." He wines, resisting the urge to throw something.

"Boobs." Calum replies, sounding wistful.

"...Fine. I'll try to... Hold his hand." Luke takes a deep breath. "I can do this." Luke opens his eyes and throws the blanket off himself. "No I can't. Cal, I can't do this. What if he hates me? He'll hate me." Lukes' eyes widen in fear and his breathing picks up.

"Luke calm down. Everything's okay. Ashton won't hate you. Ashton could never hate you. There is no harm in trying and you can always play it off. Luke," Calum waits until he hears Lukes' breathing even back out. "You're gonna be okay. Don't overthink it."

Luke nods to himself and takes even breaths, calming his heartbeat.

"Okay." He says. "I'll try."

"There's the Luke I know and love." Calum teases, smile evident through the phone speaker. "I'm going back to bed. If you call me within the next hour and a half, you better be getting mugged." The beeping of Lukes' phone tells him that Calum hung up.

How rude.

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Luke hears Ashton coming from down the hallway not ten minutes later and quickly shuts off his phone, flails his arms around, and dives down under the fluffy blankets (they smell faintly of Ashton and flowers and Luke is not swooning). Ashtons' sock clad feet quietly make their way to Luke, pitter-patter pitter-patter, before the noise disappears completely upon landing on a soft rug.