Good Boy (Lashton)

Chapter 25

a/n: don't hate me for this

dedication: camcorder121

Luke

I wake later that afternoon with a sore bottom and a big smile because we finally said I love you. There's a sound of the front door closing and I slowly sit up in bed, swiftly getting out of Ashton's grip. I pull on pajama bottoms and a t-shirt before going downstairs like it was any other day except with a little waddle. I sit down at the table where a bowl of fruit is set out. I take a couple of grapes and pop them in my mouth, ignoring the looks I get from my father who is standing in the kitchen.

Ashton comes down twenty minutes later in just a pair of jeans and sits directly next to me and kisses me. I know he can see my dad in the kitchen and it's obvious that he is quite aware that it'll infuriate him. He pulls away with a smirk and takes some grapes for himself. I see my father slap the news paper down on the counter and storms over to us.

"Get out." he snaps at Ashton, his finger directed towards the front door. I watch Ashton frown but he shrugs and goes upstairs, to get his shirt I'm assuming.

I only roll my eyes at my father, he's being such a dick to Ashton. Speaking of, he walks down the stairs, pulling his shirt over his head and looking at me with a sly smile. He motions his head towards the door and I follow him in that direction and out of the door.

"I got a bike." he says giddily, a bright smile on his lips.

"What?" what's so good about a bicycle?

"A motorcycle, silly." he boops my nose and I scrunch it up slightly when he does.

"Oh, that's cool. At least you don't have to walk all the way to the other side of the city." I say intertwining our fingers as he leans against the door frame looking at me. I press my body against his and he smiles, our foreheads pressed gently together.

"I better go, I'm sure your dad has killed me at least twelve times in his mind." he smiles, pressing his lips to mine quickly before pulling away and standing up straighter. "I love you, Lukey pooo." he sings and walks out the door and down the drive way. He swings his leg over the bike and starts it up, but not until I return his 'I love you'. He winks and speeds off helmetless, not that is expect him to wear one anyway.

I lay on the couch for a couple hours, dozing off every now and then until my phone ringer jolts me awake. "Hello?" I answer without looking at the caller ID. I sit straight up in shock and hang up, putting on some shoes and rushing out of the house, not sure if I should believe what they've just told me.

I'm running, runningrunningrunning down the street. I don't care if I'm in my pj's or that it's at least two miles away, I'm just running. I'm driven by the adrenaline, by the sheer thought of what that person told me because I refuse to believe it until I see it.

And I do.

The brand new bike, wrecked. Completely totaled. The front tire is missing as well as the handle bars and the seat is twisted and bent in an odd way. I feel my knees becoming weak as my eyes start to burn from oncoming tears because no, this can't be happening. I run as best I could to the scene and immediately choke on my own sobs as I see his lifeless body carelessly thrown to the side.

"Ashton!" I shout with giant whale tears falling down my cheeks. "No, no no no no." I sob, my face falling in my hands as I cry uncontrollably.

"Luke." someone's hand is on my back and is leading me away as I try and wipe away the tears that just wouldn't stop. "C'mon, let's go to the hospital." and then I'm in Calum's car, sniffling and trying to stop the water works but it was hopeless.

He was pronounced dead on the scene, they tell me.

He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time, they say.

He was hit head on by a drunk driver, they say.

I hate you all, I respond.

*

When I go home that night I'm in hysterics. The dull ache in my chest was killing me, the thought of never seeing him again was agonizingly painful.

"Where have you been Lucas?!" my father yells as I walk into the kitchen. "You were with that Ashton guy again weren't you?! I do not like that kid-"

"He's dead! He's dead because you made him leave!" my voice cracks painfully as I run up the stairs and lock myself in my room. This has to be a dream.

a/n: I'm seriously crying I don't want to go to school tomorrow I hate it I hate Michael (not clifford) I just hate me

This ending was planned from the beginning uhm yeah.
Check out my Muke fic disconnected please?:D

My playlist;

1.Good Girl- 5sos

2.Pain- Three Days Grace

3.Bulls In The Bronx- Pierce The Veil

4.In Bloom- Nirvana

5.1958- A Day To Remember

6.Long Way Home -5sos

7.Beat It- Fall Out Boy (feat. John Mayer)

8.I Don't Care- Fall Out Boy

9.Lullaby- Nickelback

10.Amnesia- 5sos