Luke

I walked into the boxing studio and looked around. I sighed as the only person in the building was Luke. I looked at him. He hadn't noticed me, his eyes were focused on the punching bag that he was hammering his boxing gloves against as sweat dripped down his face and bare chest. I walked towards him, making him stop and look at me.

"Oh, hey, babe." He panted heavily.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Why would something be up?" he asked, grabbing his water bottle and taking a drink.

"I know you, so I know that you always go straight to the boxing studio if something in the music studio hasn't gone right." I spoke. He sighed and looked at me before shaking his head.

"I just...I feel like I'm not good enough." He sighed.

"Why do you feel that?" I asked, wiping the sweat off of his chest with his towel.

"I've not written a half-decent song in months, Y/N." he sighed. I returned it.

"But why do you always resort to the punching bag?" I asked. He shrugged.

"With the punching bag, I can't fail. I just hit it as hard as possible and I never lose." He mumbled. I sighed.

"Well, I'm sure you'll come up with a song soon." I reassured. He sighed and nodded.

"How about we go home and I give you something to write about?" I smirked. He returned it before pecking my lips.

"Let's go." He grinned, smacking my ass as we left the studio.

Ashton

I paced the floor of the locker room, nervously waiting for Ashton. He had just fought his first boxing match of the season, and he had lost. Badly. I whipped around as the door opened and he limped in. I gasped at the sight of him. He had cuts on his chest and his face was covered in blood that was coming from his busted lip.

"Ashton, Jesus." I choked as I rushed to him and tightly wrapped my arms around his neck. I sighed as he buried his face in my hair.

"I'm okay, baby girl." He mumbled.

"No, you're not." I muttered.

"I am, princess." He smiled gently, holding my face. I sighed, looking down at his lips.

"We need to get your lip stitched up because otherwise, I can't kiss you." I chuckled slightly. He returned it before walking towards the sink.

"Sit." I demanded. He did what he was told and sat on the counter next to the sink. I soaked a towel and moved to stand in between his legs before gently dabbing at his lip. He hissed at the pain and took my hand.

"I need something softer. Like your lips." He smiled. I returned it.

"You smooth little fucker." I chuckled before gently pressing our lips together.

"That's better." He smiled.