Army Tanks - Lashton

''This is no girl scout camp, Private.''

''Sir, No, sir.''


Luke is the scrawny new guy in the army, where no one think he belongs.

Ashton is the sir in Luke's tent, and not going easy on any of the boys.


This story is partly inspired by 'The Load' by ali (dancinginthestreet) and partly by PE in my school. This story is also on Wattpad.


27. Don't pull Elliot into this.

''Ashton. I... I don't know...'' I whispered, after I pulled away from the kiss, though still keeping our foreheads together, and y eyes closed.

''Please Luke. I love you so freaking much. And I know you're lying if you tell me that it wouldn't be nice to have the other father actually helping with Elliot.'' He said, using Elliot to his advantage.

''Don't pull Elliot into this. And I don't want to confuse him, by one minute saying he only has me, to suddenly telling him, that he has two dads.'' I said, opening my eyes, and looking into Ashton's.

''So you didn't tell him about me. What will you do, if you throw me away now, and I never come back, and he then one day asks why he only has you, when everyone else has two parents.'' Ashton asked, and stood up, his back now facing me.

''I would tell him the truth. Ashton. I would. But you haven't really given me any reason to let you in that door yet.'' I said, standing up too.

''I haven't!? Luke, I just fucking told you that I loved you!'' He yelled, turning back to face me.

''Yeah well you have never really given me any reasons to believe you! First time you told me, that you loved me, I didn't see you for half a year after! I didn't hear anything from you. You could've been dead, and I wouldn't know shit about it. I told you I loved you, and you fucking left in the middle of the night! How am I supposed to actually believe you when you tell me you love me!?'' I yelled, tears forming in my eyes, and gliding down my cheeks.

''Don't fucking tell me I don't love you, cause I do! I love you too much for it to be fucking healthy! I love OUR son!'' He yelled, and walked over to me.

''Don't bring Elliot into this! You have only seen him three times! You weren't even there for a small part of the pregnancy! James was! And he wasn't even the father!'' I yelled, as the anger inside me kept raising.

''Well James didn't know shit about it, and thought he was the father, and that you weren't a little slut, and slept with both me, and that arab dude!'' Ashton yelled, and I gasped at him.

''How can you one minute say that you love me, and the next say that I'm a slut!? You don't call people you love, something like that! And this past year, you knew where I lived, but you didn't do shit about it, and just stayed away. And I know you weren't in some other country! I saw you multiple times, but I didn't talk to you, because I knew you didn't want to talk to me!'' I yelled, just wanting to get away from Ashton.

Suddenly a loud slap was hurt, and pain was the only thing I felt in my cheek, as my head snapped to the side.

Even more tears formed in my eyes, as I looked at Ashton.

''I was actually thinking about letting you see Elliot. But you know what!? Don't even think about contacting me. You don't have a son anymore. And you don't have me in your life anymore.'' I said, before pushing him towards the stairs.

I then walked over to the front door, not missing the guilty look on Ashton's face.

I walked inside, and slammed the door, locking it, before running through the living room, and then upstairs, and into my room.

I closed the door, and threw myself on the bed, crying into my pillow.

Soon after I heard a faint knock on my bedroom door, but I ignored Michael's voice, as it got muffled by the door.

I bit my lip, trying to hold in a sob, but soon gave up, because of the pain in my chest.

I felt like I couldn't breath, and my cheek was throbbing.

The door then opened, and Michael walked in, sitting beside me on the bed, as he ran a hand through my hair.

''Luke... Please don't cry...'' He whispered, making more tears form in my eyes.

I turned my face to look at Michael, and saw that Calum was standing with Elliot in the doorway.

Suddenly Calum sat Elliot on the bed beside me, before he ran downstairs, and shorty after I heard the door slam.

Michael quickly stood up from the bed, before running downstairs.

I pulled Elliot to my chest, kissing his forehead.

''Dada?'' Elliot said, concern obvious in his tiny voice.

''It's okay baby... It's okay... Dad is right here...'' I whispered, holding him lose, as more tears streamed down my face

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