The Boy In The Basement (Lashton AU)

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So it's basically 2012 Ashton and present Luke for the story if that's okay :)

Luke's POV-

It had been four days sense the cafe date, well I considered it one anyways.

I had been getting ready for school brushing out my hair and putting on a plentiful amount of deodorant.

When I walked down the steps into the kitchen March sat on the counter with her purse rummaging franticly for an unknown object.

"Hello love, have you seen my passport anywhere?", she asked looking into the kitchen drawers.

Lazily walked over to the desk in the living room and opened the bottom drawer, " Here you go March, May ask what their for?"

Over the time I've been here I'd learn to speak with respect because not only the fact I was afraid of Frank getting, but also afraid to get sent to a new home.

She looked up for a moment," Frank has been asked to recruit a meeting in Ireland and we will be gone for a week and a half. Before you ask I talked to the head mistress at school she says she will dismiss any after school activities past four so you get home safely before dark."

I nodded in response taking her handbag and placing it on the couch along we what seemed to be two other bags which I assume we're Frank's and hers.

I was kind of excited for a whole week by myself but I kind of was scared because I didn't know when exactly what time they were returning.

Not a minute later I was ushered out to go to school and March handed me the key to the house going over the rules and don'ts around the house.

As I walked to school it never dawned upon that a boy would be living or more like held hostage in my foster home.

And that I may have potentially have feelings for this boy,this curly haired boy that when he talks his lips move with every word.

It's a weird observation,but his lips moved distinctly with every word curving at his 'r's' and flattening his 'e's'.

The fact that most people's lips don't move as much as his and it intrigued me and made me wonder how his lips felt I mine.

I was months away from my 18 birthday and here I was hitting on a minor, never would have seen me fall for a younger guy or at least I think he's younger.

To be honest it wasn't my fault I was falling for his kissable lips, little stubble that formed at his pointy chin where his hollowed cheeks met, and not to mention his really perky butt.

I was scared to do this my own,but I felt that if any police or adult was informed id be shipped to a foster home and Ashton as well sending us far apart.

I knew I could get an emancipation, but sense I didn't legally have any parents I am unavailable to my own living till my birthday.

I went to school as usual thoughts of Ashton clouding my mind as I sat in front an adult trying to get our attention.

When I walked to the house for some unusual matter I felt as the 5 minutes it took me to walk home turned into 500 hours.

That when I got inside I opened the door impatiently looking around for any signs of March and Frank even if I knew they had already left.

I opened the lock and saw Ashton on the other side he looked decently okay he had a fresh bruise on the side of his head and nothing else besides his panicked look.