Quite The Ride (Lashton Fanfic)

Chapter 20

Luke's P.O.V.

"Let's take this to the bedroom and I'll show you."

Ashton slams his lips onto mine. I don't need to be told twice.

Ashton licks my bottom lip for entrance that I greatly give him.

Our tongues fight for dominance but after a while, Ashton wins.

His hands grip my ass, telling me to jump up.

I do. And he holds me while I wrap my legs around his waist.

I have no idea how he did it. I mean, I'm 6'4"! But he manages quite well.

We go to leave the bathroom, and Ashton kicks the door, smashing the lock and frame to pieces.

I pull away. "You're buying me a new one, damnit." I scold him.

"You won't be needing it," he cheekily replies, reattaching our lips before I can protest.

We make it to the bedroom without breaking anything else (thankfully) and Ashton lays me on my back on the bed.

He tugs my jacket off and my shirt over my head.

His lips leave mine, leaving a trail of kisses along my jaw and neck.

He reaches my collarbone, sucking softly on my sweet spot. Causing me to shake and moan in pleasure.

That encourages him even more.

Being the cocky bastard he is, he teases my skin with nips all over. Neck, chest, hips...

I was going crazy.

I bucked my hips up, asking for more.

And I felt my jeans get tighter. I felt his bulge hit me, too.

I looked down, and realized that he was still only in that bath towel.

I was so going to take advantage of that.

I reconnect our lips once more. Until I felt his bottom lip in my teeth and I lightly tugged at it.

He moaned in response, giving me the chance to glide my hands down his back.

His breath was uneven, so he rested his head in the crook of my neck.

I slid my hands even lower, finally finding the fabric of the soft towel.

I held on tightly, counting to three before yanking it off.

One...

Two...

Ring!

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

I groaned as I heard the doorbell ring.

Ashton giggled. "Aww, c'mon Luke. Let's go get the door."

I hugged Ashton to my chest. "No!" I whine. "Whoever it is, they're not important. Just stay quiet and maybe they'll leave." I whisper in his ear.

Ashton giggles even more. "What if it's Michael or Calum?"

"Number one: If it was them, they would have found a way to barge in already." Ashton shakes his head. "Two: I talked to the boys earlier, and they're out."

Ashton cocks his head to the side. "Where did they go?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Just an All Time Low concert."

Ashton's eyes widen, giving me a look of disbelief.

"Just an All Time Low concert?!"

I nod.

"You're such an outcast." Ashton bluntly says.

"It's not a secret that I'm just a reject."

Ashton giggles and climbs off of me. "We should save up our money so we can go to one of their concerts ourselves." he says.

"It's a date." I answer.

The doorbell rings impatiently.

"We're coming! Damn cock-blocker," I shout.

Ashton throws on a pair of boxers, laughing wildly. "I'll answer the door. Be right back, Lukey."

He gives me a quick kiss before jogging to get the door.

I lay on the bed. Waiting for Ashton to come back.

I hear muffled voices out in the hallway, then I hear a loud crash.

I jump up and run out of the room.

"Ashton?!"

I spot him, lying on his stomach in the walkway, a broken vase next to his head.

I rush over and kneel down next to him. I search for any type of injury. And I find one.

A giant purple bruise grows on the side of his face, as if he got hit hard in the head.

I feel the tears streak down my cheeks as I fumble for my phone.

Miraculously, I'm able to call 911 and get an ambulance on the way.

I cradle Ashton's head in my lap, softly stroking my fingers through his hair.

"Come on, Ashy. You can make it. The ambulance is on the way. Jusy stay with me, baby please." I try to coax him.

Looking around the hall, I notice the front door is still wide open.

Glancing out, I see a sight I'll never forget.

A beat up maroon Jeep Cherokee.

I choke on the air, still trying to grasp the subject that whoever did this to Luke, IS STILL HERE!

I scramble up to my feet, careful not to bang Ashton's head against the floor.

Getting ready to dart out of the house, a figure blocks my path.

A mohawk that reminds me of a deathly shark.

"Miss me, Blondie?"

And that's the last I hear before something hits my head and everything is pitch black.

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what the fuck is this?! I didn't know there was going to be real drama in this shitty book!

I didn't sign up for this shit!

^^^ I know for a fact that is what every single one of you is thinking.

Yes, all 300+ of you...

BUTTERFLIES!! I have over 300 reads and 67 votes! ahh!

and its all bc of you guys:')

I think im crying...

nahh. Crying is for weak pussies.

then im a weak pussy.

but, WOAH did this plot have a twist.

im gonna let you dwell in the unfortunate events to Lashton.

lots of love <3

-xx