hold on ↬ lashton((rewriting))

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"ashton?"

"what do you want luke?"

"tell me what's wrong," the blonde with pretty blue eyes begged.

"i shouldn't have trusted you," tears welled in my eyes.

luke didn't even do anything, i just couldn't take it. i had told him too much.

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"ashton, answer your phone. i can't take this."

delete.

"ashton, god dammit, i like you. i like you a lot. i can't take you ignoring me."

delete.

"ashton, you make me happy, too. answer your phone, please."

delete.

"ashton-n, answerrr your fûcking phone."

he was drunk. his words were slurred and he never cussed. delete.

incoming call from 💸luke💸.

answer.

"what, luke?"

"i-i miss youuuu," he slurred.

"where are you?"

"my house, sillyyy," he giggled.

"where are your parents?"

"on a business t-trip," he hiccuped.

"i'm coming over."

"please do."

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"luke?" i called out through the large house.

i walked into the living room, without looking down i tripped over a drunk luke.

"ashhhh."

"what?"

"i'm tired," he seemed less drunk.

"lets get you to bed, babe," i smiled, helping luke up.

we made it up the stairs in a record of fifteen minutes. note the sarcasm.

i laid the blonde boy with pretty blue eyes down in his bed. luckily, before i came, luke had stripped down to his boxers.

"a-ashton?" a single tear fell down his beautiful face.

"what's wrong?" i kneeled by luke's bed worried.

"why do you h-hate me?" the tears welled up, falling rapidly down his face.

"i don't hate you."

"b-but," he was sobbing. i did this.

"if anything, luke, i feel the opposite of hate towards you," it took him a minute to get what i said. eventually, he did.

"i opposite hate you, too."

and with that, luke pulled me down to his chest, bringing us both into sleep.

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oh.