The hardest part of ending, is starting again (pt. 2) | Lashton

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what Ashton looks like in this one shot is above the chap yay (:

basically, this idea came from a lyric too (right after the other) and I just kinda thought like hey, this could make a part 2 of "Holding on to what I haven't got", since y'all seemed to want one. so, yeah. this is part 2 (WHICH I WAS PLANNING ANYWAY BUT SHH) also, props if you got from which song both lyrics are lol hehe and also omg, when I wrote the last part of this one shot I randomly got this idea for if this were to be a story lol

Harry Styles singing one of my favourite songs makes me feel SO GOOD WHAT IS THIS he was in a pink suit and playing guitar andandand

'Cause I don't know where you're going,
But do you got room for one more troubled soul?
^^^is what I listened to and it kinda fits, hm.

also, last thing, I imagine the club like the scene with this music: Bassnectar - Calling From Above and if you know which movie thats from you know which scene I mean. just minus the demons ay (now I wanna watch the movie again omfg #Malecforever)

Contains: bottom!Luke, punk!Ashton
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Luke had thought he had been doing well. He was going to work again, he was eating properly, not crying as much nor having too many dreams about him.

But he wasn't and God, he should have seen the downfall coming. He should have known his limits. He should have known where to go and where not to go. He should have known he would break down again, not be able to handle it all. He should have known.

Though here he was now, dancing with a complete stranger, high on the energy in the club and drunk off the many shots he can't remember the names off, nor the count. And he felt good. Like he didn't have a single care in the world. As if he was free.

The club was a bit of a punk one, mostly gothics and punks dancing and being crazy. He fell out of place, just dressed in black, but not wearing dark make-up nor having any piercings, tattoos or any colours in his hair.

It didn't keep him from having fun though.

Fun as in, getting drunk off his ass in the hopes to forget and get on. To forget about him, of whom he didn't even dare to think of naming. To forget about the dreams that haunted him, playing out the memories so realistically and making him suffer. Leaving him to want them to happen again. Leaving him to want his lover back.

But he knew he was alone. Life was cruel and left you with so many questions at times. Luke's being what he did wrong and what he did to deserve this. To deserve his lover leaving him like that. To deserve to be alone, wallowing in the sadness of being alone and no longer with... him.

Luke found himself choking on air a little whenever he kept himself from saying or even thinking that name. He wanted to say it so badly, scream it even, in the hopes his lover would come back to him, lay in his arms again. But he knew it was useless. He couldn't just say his name and have him appear like that. This wasn't a book nor a movie, with a sad storyline yet a happy ending. This was life and at the moment, life f.ucking sucked for Luke.

"Hey hot stuff."

Luke spun around, grinning lazily as he felt everything spin along, swaying just a little as he faced the person who had spoken to him. It was a guy who seemed his age, his hazel eyes lined by black and almost black coloured curls falling in them, as if he had tried to fix his hair but obviously failed.

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