Imprinted → lashton [book one]

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A/N: WAIT WHAT ASHTON'S P.O.V. AND A CHAPTER WOW AMBER YOU'RE TOO KIND IK IK. I kind of made this one as a build up to what I'm planning.. It's also a little sad in the beinning sorry but.. Enjoy. (;;;;;;;;; <sorry

Ashton's P.O.V.

Once I finally got home, I slowly ambled to my room, careful not to wake my dad up. I walked into my bathroom before stripping of all my clothes. Even Carter thinks you're a fatass. Once I was just in my boxers, I stepped on this scale, almost gagging at the number that appeared.

113.

I scratch at my stomach; I step off the scale, glaring at my appearance. I feel bad that Luke had to look at me like this. I turn on the bath facet, making it warm. I step into the tub after it fully warms up; getting the small blade that is hidden under the soap bar, staring at it.

What would Luke say? He would probably be disgusted with you. He probably just pities you. He and Michael probably made fun of you today during lunch. You're fucking stupid and fat, don't fall for this again, Irwin.

I'm crying now, falling into the water, putting the blade back.

What are you doing, fatass? You deserve it.

I shake my head, whispering to myself, "No, no, no, stop it." I climb out of the water, as if it would help me escape my thoughts. I wipe my tears. I throw on more boxers and sweatpants, pulling on a shirt. I crawl into bed, falling asleep.

-

Saturday was boring; I sat around scrolling through Twitter all day, laughing at tweets Harry Styles wrote. I smile when a text from Luke.

Geez, it's pouring outside, I'm bored. Wanna come over? Mom doesn't care. -Luke

I get up throwing on random hoodie with jeans before running downstairs. "I'll be back later, dad, love you!" I hear him mumble love you too before I run outside. I decided to stop running and calmly walk up to Luke's house before knocking. I was soaked. A boy who looked about 19 opened the door and smiled. He had chestnut brown hair and looked about 6'2; obviously, I awkwardly smiled back.

"Hi, I'm here to see Luke." I stated softly, secretly wishing he'd just let me in. He nods, "You must be Ashton! Hi, I'm Ben. It's nice to finally meet you." He shakes my hand firmly before stepping out of the doorframe to let me in. I nod, smiling at him before stepping in. "Luke, your friend is here!" Another boy who sat on the couch shouted, making me flinch from the sudden voice appearance.

Within minutes, Luke's smiling face is standing in front of me. "Hi, Ash." He grins. "Hi..." I smile.

-

Things went by how they usually do. We just sat around and talked for hours. Calum kept calling freaking out about a video that got leaked about Louis Tomlinson and Zayn Malik. Eventually, Michael and Calum were both over. We would all laugh at Calum as he ranted about a new tweet about Zayn or Louis.

Luke kept looking at me, which made me sort of uncomfortable. I would send him smiles or weird faces. After a few hours, Calum, Michael, and I all had to go home.

I decided to sit down and eat dinner with dad today. We talked about everything, I told him more about Luke, more about school, obviously leaving out the bullying. We started talking about what we were going to do for my birthday, since it's coming up in July.

I took a few bites before getting full and stop eating; I mentally slapped myself. I played with the drawstrings on my hoodie the rest of our conversation before he excused me to my room. I sat at my drum set in the corner, gently tapping on the snare drum with my finger. I glance around at my walls. Luke's looked completely different.