A/N: Fetus Luke is adorable, when he's just beginning to quiff his hair. I'm reading this book, and its Malum and it sounds superb (there aren't very many parts). I could literally be talking about anyone but the author is reading this book, and all of you are reading this book. I literally cannot believe that so many people are reading this, I don't think you know this but I read all of your comments, even the ones that say 'same'. You readers are all super adorable (and maybe completely punk rock)
This turned from an 'I want to be friends with all of you' to 'you guys are literally so cool and I love you all' like some kind of emotional speech. Anyway, enjoy xx
"Hi guys." I giggle, pointing my phone at the mirror.
"Um, today's a lazy day. We might do a bit of song writing, we're recording tomorrow so that's cool." I continue video taping myself talking when Luke walks into view holding a banana.
"Say hi." I laugh, when he gives his cute little closed mouth smile and a short wave.
"The other guys are out. Michael's at an interview?" I look to Luke for confirmation, who gives a curt nod. "And Calum is--Where is Calum?" I ask, looking around our tour bus quickly as if to find the puppy-like boy lounging somewhere.
"He said he was going somewhere but I can't remember." Luke volunteers quietly.
I run a hand through my hair quickly, "We've lost our bass player!" I exclaim, giggles bubbling through me once again.
"Well, I have to go. I, uh, love you guys and you're awesome." I ended the keek and posted it before turning to the tall blonde creature in front of me.
"What do you want to do?" I ask, my words are followed by a pause that seems to take ages.
A blush lights up his slightly tanned cheeks and he ducks his head a little. "We could, uh, you know. Um, you could teach me how to drum?" It comes out as a shaky question, which peeks my interest even more.
"Of course we can Lukey." I agree, face lighting up into a large smile. I sling my arm around his taller shoulders and drag him out the bus. We momentarily pause to tell Patrick where we're off to.
We don't need three band members wandering around with no one knowing where they are.
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"So, Pookey, how's this going to work?" I ask when we arrive at my drum kit, gesturing to the little round stool.
"Uh, I-I don't really know." He responded in the same nervous state he'd been in since he suggested today's plans,
"Well," I pause, racking my brain for ideas. I take a seat on the stool hoping the ideas would start flowing in if I changed elevation.
No such luck.
My dick was making suggestions though, suggestions of the dirty variety.
"Take a seat." I instruct, standing up and moving behind the stool. I make a grand gesture with m arms.
Luke sits down and grabs a pair of my drum sticks, his neck tints red when I wrap my arms around his shoulders. I wrap my large hands around his, testing out the difficulty of standing and leaning over Luke.
"This isn't going to work." I mutter, standing up straight once again and thinking of another option.
"I-I have an idea....." Luke spoke up, averting his attention away from my drum set.
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"That doesn't even sound like Seven Nation Army!" I exclaim, nearly falling off the stool. I had to clutch onto Luke to keep myself seated.
"I played exactly how you said!" He retorts, shoulders shaking against my chest.
"Stop laughing!" I shout, giggling loudly. "We're supposed to be serious!"
Luke looks over his shoulder at me, no longer awkward and nervous like before,.
I poke his cute little nose, "Turn around Dummy. We're going to try this again." He wrinkles his nose at me, not budging when I try to turn him around by his broad shoulders.
"Hey Ashton?" He asks, volume deteriorating with each second. "Don't hate me." He's voice no higher than a whisper. He turns around even more, with difficulty, seeing as the only way I could teach him was with him sitting on the edge of the drum stool in between my legs. In the end he had one leg rested over on of mine and we stared at each other for a long while.
"Why would I ever hate you?" I mumble, thinking any kind of loud noise would ruin this. I look at his brilliant ocean blue eyes critically, searching for some kind of answer.
He didn't even voice his answer he leaned in urged by new found confidence and pushed his lips against mine.
I start laughing against his lips, "Lukey, you have to pucker your lips."
"Oh right." He turns bright red and puckers his lips, closing his eyes but not moving toward me.
"What are we?" I ask, not into friends with benefits or one night stands. I'd voiced my opinion on those topics whenever asked, mentioning a few times in interviews that I am, in fact, looking for a solid relationship. Marriage, kids, settle down, on a farm, with pigs, after all this is done way in the future.
"Excellent question, I know that most people hate it when a question is answered with another question," He opens one eye to look at my reaction, when I don't give anything away he continues. "But, will you be my b-boyfriend?" He blurts out, squeezing both his eyes shut tightly.
I was sure if Luke wasn't basically sitting in my lap I would have actually fallen off the stool.
"I know you want something stable, and I am one hundred percent ready for this even though I'm only eighteen. This may seem like we're rushing but I didn't want anyone else to snatch you up before I could ask. If you want to really know how committed I am for this relationship to work, we can literally go out and I'll buy you a ring. Just don't say I'm not ready for this, Ashton." He begins to get up, completely energetic about shackling himself down at such a young age, I'm not even that ready.
I quickly wrap my arms around his waist and force him to sit back down. "Whoa there Luke, buying me a ring is rushing it. You could find someone else that you like way more than me. Hell, you could end up falling in love." As much as it was paining me to lecture him, I needed to make sure he was telling the truth.
"Hell, I could end up falling in love with you." He grins, shutting his eyes again and puckering his lips. He sits there waiting, seconds pass and he doesn't even move. I can't even tell if he's breathing.
"Sure." I mumble, a blush shading my cheeks on its own accord.
He sighs, opening his eyes to reveal his stunning blue orbs. "Sure could mean so many things, bad things." He whines.
"Of course." I rephrase my previous answer, closing my eyes and pucker my lips in a slightly mocking way.
"What now?" Luke asks a hint of a smirk in his words.
"This is the part where you kiss me, dork." I state, leaving my lips puckered in a ridiculous way before smirking and pulling him by his shirt.
He chuckles, "This has to be my favourite part." He mumbles before attaching our lips.....
"Don't be a bitch Calum!" A familiar voice shouts before the doors at the back of the stadium slam open to reveal a pissed off Michael followed closely by Calum.
"What the fuck are you even talking about? I thought you'd be happy!" Calum exclaims in disbelief, begging Michael for forgiveness of whatever he'd done wrong.
Probably ate the leftover Chinese that had Michael's name written on it at least three times on each side and an extremely graphic death threat placed neatly on top.
"You can't just suddenly announce we're dating when you never even asked me out!" Michael shouts, stomping over to the staircase that leads backstage. Calum follows him like a miserable lost puppy.
"I guess now wouldn't be a good time to tell them that we're together then." Luke says breaking the silence.
A/N: Oops, it was in Ashton's POV. . . Oops Lashton is a thing. Oops Michael's being overdramatic once again. Oops I made Luke super committed.
FUN FACT: I'm planning on writing a Lashton fanfic.
FUN FACT: I've already posted some parts to another Malum fic.
FUN FACT: Centuries is my jam right now.
QUESTION: What do you think will happen next?
MY ANSWER: I don't even know, it could be Michael playing COD for all I know right now.
Have a nice day! xx