He led me to his room, which was still fortunately empty. We sat on the bed.
"You know Calum and Michael are together, right?" Ashton started.
"Oh. I didn't, actually." I replied. He nodded.
"Luke, I have something to confess." He sighed. I frowned. He was avoiding looking at me and he was playing with his fingers.
"Okay. What is it?" I asked.
He frowned and looked at me.
"I'm scared to tell you. I don't want you to get upset and leave." He said.
"That won't happen. I promise." I stated. He nodded, and hesitated.
"Okay, so, Luke... I think you're amazing. You're beautiful and funny and smart and caring and so much more. We've been friends for so long but I didn't even notice until I was dating Luna." He told me.
I smiled. "Thanks."
"I'm not done." He chuckled. Then he took a deep breath. His eyes met mine. "I really like you, Luke. Don't say anything until I'm done! But I really like you. I have for three months. And I know that you don't feel the same, and now you're probably creeped out and you're probably upset. But I just think you deserve to know how I feel." He finished.
It took me a second to wrap my head around it.
"There's no way. Are you just saying that? Did you figure out that I like you?" I asked.
"Y- you do?" He beamed.
I nodded. He smiled, and I grinned back.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly, and I hugged him back.
Once he pulled away, his eyes met mine again.
"Luke?" He questioned.
"Yes?"
"Can I um, can I kiss you?" He nervously asked.
Of course, I nodded.
Slowly, he leaned in. And so did I.
Then, eventually, our lips softly connected.
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Notes (Lashton)
Fanfiction"Who the hell keeps putting love notes in my locker?" In which Luke keeps finding notes with beautiful messages written on them in his locker, but he can't figure out who's writing them.
