Boomerang(Lashton Fiction) On Hold

Chapter Two ☆

Luke's POV

"Hell no" I say eyeing the so calles 'ride'. "Awe. C'mon. Live a little. " "If you call riding a motorcycle in London living a little.  Then I don't want to die. " "Well then. Looks like you're not going to a bar tonight" Ashton smirked.

It was tempting.  And I did need a drink. "Fine.  But if I die. You're paying." "Sure thing Lukey" I rolled my eyes. He got on in the front and turned it on. How is this going to work?  "Well. Get on." I nodded and got on. Feeling a tad bit awkward. 

"Have you ever tried riding a bike before?" "Never" He smirked. "Then I suggest you hold on tight.  What did he mean by- now I know. He stepped on the gas pedal or something and it went drifting off. I held on his torso tighter and held him close.

In ten minutes we were at a local pub called "The Late Hours" hmm. Wonder why. "Well here we are." I thanked him and waited as Ashton locked his bike and what not and placed the helmets on the seats. He shook his head and fixed his hair.

I was going to line up in the huge line, but Ashton rolled his eyes and gently grabbed my hand-just kidding. He violently grabbed it- and we were at the all the way front. "I'm sorry. No cutting" The man said eying the line.

"I suggest you look who you're speaking to. Lima Larned"  The man looked up and his eyes darted towards Ashton in fear.  "Mister Irwin. What a surprise.  You're here.  Just walk right in" Ashton smiled and we walked in.

"What was that about?" I asked Ashton. He shrugged.  "I have my ways" I nodded, not fully understanding.  "C'mon. Lets grab a drink." We sat near the bar and things escalated from there.  Even though Ashton didn't drink, he was still acting weird.

Ashton's POV

I knew the next morning that Luke would have gotten a hangover so I put a glass of water and Tylenol on his bedside.  I decided to try and clean up the floor in the kitchen. I had tried to get Luke to drink water later that night when I decided it was late enough to go home.

That time being 11:50. He was beyond drunk. I chuckled remembering that night. 

"Get up Luke" "No. I don't wanna leave. That guy is staring at me." "Luke ...that is a penguin." "So. Doesn't change the fact he is staring at me. Did you see that! He raised his fist at me!" "Okay. You have had enough drinks for tonight." "But I do not wanna go. Please Ashton. I'll be good?" He said pouting and cuddling me.

I blushed and shook my head. "Luke. We have to go. If we get you home then we can cuddle" "And watch Toy Story to?" He said like a child.  What are you Luke Robert Hemmings?

I rolled my eyes and nodded.  "Yay!."  He clung to me like a child- which I found awkward because he is slightly taller than me. "Here put this on" I gave him his helmet and he put it on backwards.

"Who turned out the lights?" "No one did Luke.  You're wearing it backwards." "I'm backwards wearing it? Well why say you didn't so?" He said giggling and putting it on. Correct this time. I chuckled. 

We got on and he held on me tighter again. This time at my waist. I shrugged it off. Pretending it was not there. In ten minutes we were back at the dorms. Classes haven't started yet so there aren't any curfews yet. But the curfew is ten.

I brough him up the stairs. Stumbling a bit. I opened the door and made Luke sit down. I went to grab him some water and some Sprite. "Why do you have a nice bum?" "Uhm. My mom and dad had me?" "Tell her I said thank you" he winked.

Well he is wasted.  I offered him water then he offered me barf. I quickly went to grab a salad bowl and gave him it. It was the closest thing. I groaned and held his head back.  It wasn't much but enough to drain energy.

I gave him the water and he drank it. He went and took off his clothes besides his boxers and hit the sack. I groaned and sprayed febreez then I'll clean it up the next day. But not before throwing out that bowl.

I showered and hit the sack. Feeling exhausted with a drunk  Luke Hemmings

So that is what happened. Luke got piss drunk and vomited on my floor. Groans I hear groans. Oop. Gotta go. Luke is having a hangover. 

AN: Could someone please make me a cover for this story?  Email me at stypayjenlorksin@gmail.com ill be waiting