Luke really, genuinely loved him.

It was the most amazing feeling, and Ashton felt loved, and cared for. Maybe, just maybe, Ashton was worth something.

He felt like he meant something and suddenly felt like he deserved to be loved.

And he was. Luke loved him, and Ashton's heart swelled with joy now that he knew Luke meant it.

*****

Ashton glared at the mirror once more, before dramatically collapsing, screaming in frustration. It took about 15 seconds for Luke to run into the room holding a frying pan, in nothing but boxers.

He glanced around wildly, before pausing in confusion and lowering the pan. Luke sat beside Ashton, eyebrow arched.

"You alright love?"

"I can't decide what to wear"

"Literally anything, you look hot always."

"You do too"

"Of Course. Anyways, want to cuddle? We have lots of time, come here"

"No, stop, you're in your boxers. You're gonna get me all hot and bothered and tease like the asshole you are"

"I'm not a tease!"

"Yesterday you came into my shower fully clothed and gave me half a blowjob and left. You left me hard"

"You didn't have a problem, you were very vocal when you came moments later"

"Shut up, go get dressed. Anything else you need?"

"Sex?"

"Luke I'm not having with you sex for the first time today, that's so random"

"Fine, you're getting a blowjob later though"

"Now leave bitch"

Luke pecked Ashton's cheek before heading back into his own room, Ashton smiling at the door.

He loved Luke so so much.

*****

"whOoOoOoo DO yOU loVE, dO YoU LovE NOw, i WANNNA KNOWWWWWW THE TRUuuuth. TRRRUTTTTHHH CALLLUUUUM TRUTHHH"

Luke threw himself against Calum screaming close to the his face. Calum licked his cheek and threw his arm around his shoulder and the two resumed singing at a frequency of pitches.

Luke was wasted.

But fuck, it was nice. He was on a high, dancing a screeching, throwing himself around and drinking everything offered. Calum and Michael were presumably drunk as well, as they were downing shots and chugging drinks straight from the bottles. Ashton, Luke wasn't sure, he'd lost track of him the moment they entered.

Luke had lost track of how many drinks he'd had, and his mind was working slowly, beginning to numb. Conversations he'd had moments ago were long forgotten, and Luke couldn't remember the last time he'd let himself get so drunk. They'd promised each other they wouldn't get drunk until later, but Luke had completely ignored that.

He knew Ashton would be contained, probably only mildly tipsy, because Ashton was again, the most mature. Along with being very drunk, Luke was also getting very horny. It could've been the fact that so many people were grinding and dancing, but suddenly Luke wanted Ashton. He wanted him so badly.

He quite frankly had forgotten how Ashton hadn't wanted sex today, more focused on finding his boyfriend. Luke shoved past drunken, sweaty bodies, trying to remain steady on his ow feet.

He saw the black tufts of hair peeking from the rails in the staircase, so he went up and grabbed Ashton's hand, leading him down. Ashton giggled and grabbed Luke's waist, pushing him further into the dance crowd. Luke bit his lip at how pretty Ashton looked, even if it was dark and his head was spinning.

He grabbed Ashton closer and kissed him as gently as he could, but Ashton surprised him when he kissed back roughly, tongue deep into Luke's mouth. Luke moaned and let it happen, gasping and giggling when Ashton's hand trailed his crotch.

Luke saw a bright camera flash to his left, and saw Michael laugh before he attempted to switch the camera to take a selfie with Calum. Luke shook his head and continued to grind down on Ashton, stopping when a hand shook him. It must've been another one of the high bitches who had been trying to fuck him all night, however he'd never dream of it. He only loved Ashton.

"Luke? What are you doing?"

"Dancing with the man I love"

"Why don't you wanna dance with me?"

"Because you're not my boyfriend. And I don't love you. I'm only dancing and fucking him. Not you, that would be gross"

Luke politely informed the girl before shoving her aside and continuing to kiss Ashton. He felt more camera flashes blind him, and felt Ashton's hands dip into his pants, when suddenly a pair of arms roughly grabbed Luke away.

The words that left Calums mouth were too much for his impaired mind, but what he did process confused him.

He had no clue what Calum was talking about, and before he could further investigate, he hunched over and threw up, fortunately into a garbage can.

Luke continued to vomit, head suddenly feeling heavy. He was going to be in so much pain tomorrow but he didn't care. Luke gagged over the garage can till he had coughed up everything he had. He sat back onto the floor, not wanting to move. His eyes felt heavy so he lay down right there, letting the world fall into darkness.

*****

Luke woke up to a bright light over his face, and a pair of tanned arms wrapped around him. He was scared for a moment thinking he'd forced Ashton to have sex, but sighed in relief when it was only Calum. Michael was already awake, bottle of water and painkillers in hand. Luke watched him down a few and stretch, before placing it on the beside.

Bedroom.

They were sleeping in a bedroom. Not one of theirs, but probably Andrews. Luke doesn't think they wouldn't even have made it home, considering how drunk Ashton had been as well. Luke's head pounded and he wanted to cry because he was so tired.

"Luke, you're awake!"

"Mhm, Michael give me some water"

"Yea, but there's a small problem"

Luke forced himself out of bed and swallowed some pain killers, dropping his head into his hand till his mind cleared a little bit.

"Where's Ashton?"

"I didn't think he'd stay after what you did to him"

"What are you on Michael, we were dancing and making out and he was drunk as me"

Michael arched a brow at Luke, before he motioned for Luke to sit down.

"That wasn't Ashton"

"What?!"

"I must've taken a picture by accident, but this man who you're exchanging spit with, is not Ashton"

Luke stared at the picture on Michael's phone, and while it was shaky, it was evidently Luke and someone else. Not Ashton. Perhaps similar, but the mans jaw was more squared, and nose larger.

That was not Ashton.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck Michael what else happened"

"I don't remember much, but I was scrolling further and found that I accidentally took a video of you...because I couldn't figure out the camera"

"And?"

"Ashton asked you why you weren't dancing with him...you said you didn't love him and he was gross and shit. At least from the video"

"Oh god, I thought it was some random girl, not Ashton!!"

"Yea, I don't think he realized you were drunk....because I remember we'd promised each other not to get drunk until later....which clearly didn't happen. But also this leads me to the problem"

"What, can't be worse then what I've done"

"We think Ashton's been kidnapped"