12 - Part 01

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It had been twenty days, and Ashton and Michael's flat was fully furnished and decorated. Michael had to help Ashton with break downs a couple times, but overall, he treated the oldest boy like Luke did. Late night cuddles and kisses. None of the boys loved each other, they could admit that, but they were just ... there.

"How are you feeling Ashy?" Michael asked Ashton, who was sat at the table eating pasta. He had been happier with Michael and he didn't know why.

"I'm good!" Ashton chirped happily - which he hadn't done in years. "This pasta is real good! Thank's Mikey!" Ashton said. He then brand his empty plate to the unloaded dishwasher.

"Do you mind if Cal and Luke come over later? I think they need to see you. And an explanation," Michael said. "Not the real reason, obviously. But just ... a little white lie to fill them in."

"I'm fine with that I guess," Ashton's mood changed suddenly. "I'll be in my room." he grumbled running up the stairs.

About two hours later, Ashton heard the door slam open. Ashton looked up to see Luke and Calum, hands linked completely flirting with each other. Michael looked over at Ash, who had his heard down more than upset. He started to think this wasn't such a good idea after all.

Calum and Luke were giggling, and the next thing, they were kissing. That's when Ashton stormed to the bathroom where he grabbed a razor and sliced it over his skin, not realizing he didn't lock the door. Michael came bursting in as soon as he put the razor back. "Fuck Ashton!" he shouted getting a paper towel. "Ash no!"

"What's going -- Ashton!" Luke shouted running it, he cleaned up the blood on the bathtub along with the razor. "Why Ash?" Ashton stay silent. "Ashton why the fuck are you doing this?" he said a little louder than needed.

"Because I fucking love you okay?!"

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