Imprinted → lashton [book one]

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A/N: I might've cried while writing this; I had to make this chapter. Enjoy.

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Luke's P.O.V.

I woke up to Ashton cuddled into my side and my head pounding. I slowly get myself out of Ashton's grasp before walking downstairs. I took two tablets of Motrin with a blue Gatorade. I couldn't help but think about last night. I remember every detail. The way Ashton smelt, the way he smiled when Dan talked to him, the way he laughed when he and Calum were dancing, how shy he was around the footie players. Most of all, I remember his stupid, amazing accent slurring out: I love you, Lukey.

Yeah, he was drunk, but did he mean it? It kept bothering me. I made myself cereal, ate, and got a shower. I still had to wait another hour before Ashton woke up. He walked down the stairs, holding his head. He was still wearing the same clothes as last night; I couldn't help but laugh at that. He quickly told me to shut up because his head hurt. I gave him Motrin, also. He downed three. I don't know if that's healthy, but it won't kill him. At least, I hope it won't.

We hung around my room for a few hours, before inviting Cal and Mikey over. Calum was completely shitfaced and laid down the entire time, saying Ashton should cuddle with him. Michael and I laughed, as the two shitfaced teenagers glared at us. Ashton passed out next to Calum. Michael and I went downstairs and played FIFA.

After another hour or so, they both walked down, rubbing their eyes and yawning. Ashton mumbled he felt better before sitting next to me. "Wanna play?" I nod towards the controllers on the floor, Michael grabbing one. "Nah, I don't like FIFA."

Silence.

"How do you not like FIFA?" Michael questioned quickly.

"Everyone likes FIFA." Calum adds right after.

"Chill out, he doesn't like FIFA." I laugh.

"You have to like FIFA." Ashton's laughing with me at their reactions.

-

Michael left after a while. Calum and Ashton stayed to join my mother, Jack, Ben, and I for dinner; my mom asked Calum questions, judging she hasn't seen him in 3 months. She cooked spaghetti and meatballs. Stereotypical, but good. After dinner, we all sat in my room and talked about our exams. Ashton cheekily admitted to cheating on the math, which I teased him about how he was jealous of how smart I was.

Calum played the guitar for a while before he decided to head home. He put my guitar down and wrapped me in a hug before doing the same to Ashton, and left. I offered to walk Ashton home, which he agreed to. I stood up to get my jacket before I heard him whisper, "Can I tell you something?"

I nod slightly, sitting next to him. He leans on me again, "You do remember when I told you everything, my disorder, my self-harming... Correct?" I nod again, not wanting to interrupt his words. He slowly continues, "Thank you, for listening to me, for standing up for me... For being a friend." I look at him, unsure of what to say or do. "What you don't understand is that, for the longest time, I wanted to be dead. I felt like no one loved me. Again, then I met you, Luke. You showed me what life truly was. You showed me what it's like to be happy. I can never thank you enough for the little words you said to me. I can never thank you enough for the things you've done for me. You got me friends. You brought me to a party. Damn, Luke. You helped me through my timer breaking. You brought me in and took care of me. You helped me eat again. You helped me, Luke. Luke, I..."

He froze; I saw a single tear roll down his cheek. "I love you, Luke. Fuck. I never thought it'd be this hard to say out loud. You're kind, caring, amazing, sweet, and just," he looks at me, eyes pooling with tears, "beautiful, in every way, shape and form. I am hopelessly in love with you."

I couldn't help but smile. He looked at his hands before slowly starting to get up. "I love you too, Ashton." He sighed, glancing at me. "Don't pity me, Luke."

"No, Ashton. I love you. I love the way you smile and laugh. I love how sympathetic you are, how you feel sorry for anyone who has something bad happen to them. I love how you get so excited when Calum, Michael, or I hug you; you're eyes light up and you look so damn cute. I love," I smile at him, standing up and making him face me. "I love how you're not perfect. I'm not going to say you are, Ashton." He looks at me, his bottom lip in between his teeth. "No one is. Perfection is a term made up by society to make people think it's what they need to be. Perfection isn't possible. You're imperfectly perfect, Ashton; I love that about you." He's crying now. I am too.

We fell in love naturally. Timers weren't controlling us; we were controlling ourselves. He wraps his arms around my middle, hugging me tightly. "I love you, Ashton Irwin." I kiss his head gently.

He left after that. No, we aren't dating. No, we're not 'officially together,' but we fell in love; that's all I care about.

-

The next week was the last week of school before summer. Ashton, nor did I, mention Saturday. We pretended it went on as usual, playing guitar and watching videos.

We watched movies in most classes. Pompeii in one, The Perks of Being a Wallflower in one, some weird movie about cells in science, and in math he just let us talk, since we apparently do that more than pay attention (which is true).

Ashton playfully flirted with me, which made Calum laugh. It's funny to me that he doesn't know we're being serious. We talked about One Direction where Calum could be in the conversation. I didn't really pay attention, I read the childish sayings around the room.

It's cool to stay in school.

Even if your work is lame, sign your name.

Thanks for the encouragement.

I look at Ashton; he's laughing over something Calum said. I feel him rest his hand on my knee. I laugh along to hide my blush.

We told each other I love you again after class.

-

We rode the bus home today, Ashton and I obviously sitting next to each other, Calum in the seat behind us. Calum ignored us and sat on his phone. Ashton was complimenting me on every little thing about me almost. My lip ring, my voice, my guitar playing, my taste in music, my looks, my hair, my style in clothing, my family, my friends, anything. I didn't argue with any of it; I didn't feel like getting an insecurity lecture.

Calum decided to go home so Ashton came over to mine. When we got in my room I played guitar like always; this time after I finished he kissed my nose and told me how I sounded, which was apparently amazing. I thanked him. We ended up watching Shane Dawson videos on my laptop.

I told him how adorable he was every time he laughed.

He just blushed and said he loved me again.

I thought about Friday then.

I love you, Lukey.

I was too dumbfounded to reply. Does he even remember? I decided to drop it; he doesn't even remember screaming the lyrics to a Katy Perry song with the most popular guy in school. I look down and smile, recieving a confused look from Ashton.

"What are you thinking about?" I shake my head before hugging him.

"You're amazing."

A/N: Lashton fluff. Do you hear my tears yeah you do. I decided to make Ashton say I love you finally. This fanfiction probably isn't going to be that long or drama filled. I have ideas but you know. I'll try to update soon; I haven't been really good with updating that often. So yes, bye.