Weightless (lashton au)

Chapter twenty-four

^^the way Ashton is looking at Luke is really hurting me he's so fucking whipped ohmygod juST MAKE OUT ALREADY JESUS CHRIST

Also can we please talk about fetus Ashton because he was such a twink with his fucking straightened hair and his weird fashion sense I laugh

Ok so as a lot of you know I gave you guys two story ideas in my last update (it wasn't really an update but whatever) (I deleted it already too) but the second idea about Ashton having insomnia is already published (the first part) it's called 'insomnia' (pretty straight forward haha) so check it out if u wanttt

As for the first idea (the one about Luke going to the gym all the time and yeah) I'm working on that but I still haven't really written anything yet but I will soon!

-------------------------------------------

"Permanent jet lag,

Please take me back (Please take me back)

Please take me back,
I'm a stray dog sick

Please let me in (Please let me in)

The mad key's tripping,

singing vows before we exchange smoke rings."

~ 20 Dollar Nose Bleed by Fall Out Boy

*******************************

Luke's POV

Ashton has been spending a lot more time at the library (he was purposely working overtime at this point) and I couldn't help but be pissed off. I gave him space, I let him ignore me for a few days, but he's still refusing to talk to me.

I stayed at home today, not in the mood to see anyone. And, quite frankly, no one wanted to see me either. But, I didn't fucking care one bit, I was just fine without any of those three (especially Michael).

I sighed, my neck aching from leaning my head against the arm of the couch. I felt myself frown as I shifted around into a comfortable position.

Maybe...I did miss Ashton a little. It has only been a few days for fucks sake, but I still couldn't help but have the urge to hold the boy in my arms at night and kiss his soft, pink lips.

I groaned, scrubbing at my face in frustration. Okay, maybe I was a bit of a mess without Ashton's love and forgiveness.

Bur, what I didn't understand was why Ashton was making a bigger deal out of this than it really was. Yeah, I got drunk, and yeah, I did almost kill myself in a car accident, but at least I didn't actually get hurt and that I didn't do something stupid like cheat on Ashton. Why couldn't he just move on?

With all thoughts aside, though, today I was going to try to win him back. And I wasn't planning on going to sleep tonight without Ashton with me, no matter how pissed off we were at each other.

------

I pretended to be asleep on the couch when Ashton quietly came home later that day. He threw off his coat and shoes and padded softly into the bathroom; it was something a normal person does but I couldn't help but feel a pang of worry. It's not like he'd even touch a blade, right?

I clenched my fists, still keeping up my act and shutting my eyes.

Maybe instead of sleeping I should've removed every sharp thing in this damn apartment.

The thought was conflicting--I wished I had came up with it earlier, but who am I to say I know for a fact that Ashton has relapsed over these last few days? I had no substantial evidence; only a gut feeling.

But, when Ashton still hadn't left the bathroom once a half an hour passed by, I began to panic. I gave up pretending to be asleep and swung my legs over the couch, standing up hastily and making a straight line to the bathroom door.

I knocked softly, "Ashton?"

No response.

My heart beat quickened considerably, as if it wanted to jump out of my chest.

I knocked again three times, with more force and urgency. "Are you okay?" I managed, trying to sound calm.

For a while, there was still no response. But, as I raised my knuckles to the wooden door once again, I was startled by Ashton quickly opening the door and rushing past me with no explanation.

He ran to the kitchen, obviously trying to hide himself behind cabinets and appliances. Did Ashton really think I was that stupid?

"Ashton, can we please just talk?" I pleaded after him, catching up to him and watching Ashton avoid my gaze. He leaned against the counter, his dull (but usually sparkling and beautiful) eyes never meeting mine.

"I..." He began, but quickly shut his mouth. Ashton shook his head, staring down at the floor with a frown.

I stepped closer, only making him press his back further into the counter. "Please, Ash, I need to explain myself-" I started, but Ashton wasn't having it. He actually looked up at me, his eyes a pool of hurt and betrayal.

"You got drunk and did stupid things, what else is there to explain?" Ashton snapped, crossing his arms across his chest. It could've been an intimidating sight if it weren't for his sweater sleeves slipping past his hands.

And I realized he was my weakness, and I couldn't be as mad at him as I wanted to be.

"Look, I'm sorry for getting drunk, I'm sorry for leaving you, and I'm sorry for almost getting myself killed and damaging Calum's car. Happy?"

Ashton shook his head, and then put his face in his hands with a groan. What did I do wrong this time?

"No," he mumbled into his palms, sighing heavily and rubbing his face before looking at me again. "Please, j-just leave me alone." Before I could object as he walked towards me to leave, Ashton quietly added, "I need time to think."

And then, I let him slip past me, much like our opportunity of getting along again.

---------------------------------------

Does anyone think Ashton's overreacting?

I'm not sure what I think (I really should bc I wrote this but whatever) but Ashton is insecure, so things just hit him harder I guess (pls don't think of that in a sexual way somehow)

IK THIS IS SHORT AND BAD BUT I JUST REALLY WANTED TO WRITE A NEW YEARS THING FOR U GUYS AND I'LL POST IT TODAY BC 2015 WOOO it won't have to do with the story like the Christmas thing I wrote for u guys so yeah!!

Bye for nowww ~Hannah