+ & x (Lashton ♡)

Track Two: Drunk

Ashton groaned, sitting up. But Ashton instantly laid back down, hiding in the soft pillow.

His head was spinning, and aching. Odd memories of lips on his filed his head but he couldn't place the lips. He knew they weren't Luke's, though. They weren't soft and plump.

The kiss he remembered wasn't either, it was rough and heated, and it wasn't even in this house. It was somewhere. Somewhere he didn't know.

"Fuck." He grabbed at the aspirin on the bed table, shook the bottle until two of them fell out, and took them.

He stumbled into the kitchen, closing all the blinds on the way, expecting to see his long-time boyfriend, Luke, to be there. But he wasn't.

He looked at the clock, and cursed himself. Two in the afternoon, of course Luke was at work.

But when he saw the calendar by the toaster, he then found out it was Saturday. Luke doesn't work weekends.

He shrugged it off, beginning to make coffee. Luke had probably went to the store, or to his close friend Mikey to play some PS4.

He sipped at his steaming black coffee, walking into the living room. He saw the tv on, but still no Luke. It was as if he was just here.

Luke's laptop was laid on the couch, still open, and charging.

Ashton sighed and sat down, placing his coffee on the small table in front of the couch.

He pulled the laptop onto his legs, wanting to check his Tumblr to see if he had any new followers.

But as his eyes scanned the already open tab, his jaw dropped.

"Ashton Irwin; making out with stripper"
The headline said, TMZ had reported it. He then saw he had two other tabs open. He clicked, and saw that Luke had been on twitter, and it was full of mentions like

oh my god, no. LASHTON!!!

He also saw, that Luke, from his mobile had posted.

Let me guess, ashy? You got drunk? Again?

Ashton let out a whimper as he read it. This was not the first time this had happened, many times he had gotten drunk and made out with sluts. Many times he said he was going to stop drinking.

Many times he had broken Luke's heart.

Ashton raced to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He saw some lipstick on his neck, and he knew this wasn't a dream. He had to take a shower, to get rid of the booze and smoke he smelt of.

He took quick ten minute shower, racing to the mirror. He blew dried his hair, sighing when it poof-ed up making him look like a curly-haired lion.

He brushed his teeth, desperately trying to get the taste of beer out of his mouth.

Then, he rushed out the door. He had no idea where Luke was. He went to Luke's mum, Luke's best friends, Calum and Mikey, no Luke.

"Ashton gets over shit with booze, I get over it with Starbucks." Luke had posted a picture of his Starbucks coffee, and Ashton was lucky enough to have seen it on his feed.
Four minutes ago. He had to be around Starbucks.

Ashton, himself, was by a Starbucks. He ran into the Starbucks, the bell ringing slightly.

There he was, blonde quiff at and all, scrolling through his twitter feed.

"Welcome to Starbucks-" the girl behind the counter started but Ashton cut her off by screaming. "Luke!" He slide into the booth, facing Luke.

Luke rolled his eyes. "Hello Ashton."

"Look, babe-" Ashton started.

"Don't call me that." Luke snapped at him.

"Look, Luke," Ashton rephrased. "I'm so sorry-"

"And you'll never do it again. Blah blah. Ashton. You do this every time. You're never gonna be able to stop, and I know that. I'm done with your bullshit."

"Stop cutting me off and let me speak! I'll never drink bear, or wine, or even Champagne! Please. One more shot. I'll never smoke. I'll be the best boyfriend in the world. Please." They looked into each other's bloodshot, tear filed eyes, and Ashton grabbed for Luke's smaller hands.

"I need time. Ash. I have no plans for next weekend, though. Maybe we can speak then. I have to go. Bye." And with that, Luke got up and left.

"Bye..." Ashton muttered, before breaking down in sobs.

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Yayy really quick update!