It's Okay || l.h [completed]

Phone Call Number 11

"Ben, Jack, please can you let Luke and I talk alone for a bit?" Michael's voice was soft. Luke kept trying to catch his eye, but Michael only stared at the two older men.

"Yeah, whatever." Jack muttered, and pulled Ben with him out of the door.

"Luke, I need to talk to you." Michael murmured, and sat down next to Luke. Luke scooted away from the red-haired boy. Being close to someone who had done so much damage to him made him uncomfortable. He hated it.

"There's nothing to talk about." Luke whispered, fiddling with his fingers in his lap.

This time, it was Michael who tried to make eye contact. "What is that supposed to mean? Of course there's something to talk about, Luke! I made your life hell! I split up the band! I need to talk it out with you, otherwise I'll go crazy."

"I'm sorry, I can't." Luke said, staring at the blank wall opposite them.

"But... please." Michael pleaded, getting on his knees in front of Luke. "I need to talk to you. I need to get all this off of my chest."

"Michael, I can't talk about that. I can't..." Luke sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't like what everything has come down to."

"I've spoken with Lily." Michael confessed. Luke suddenly became much more apprehensive. His eyebrows furrowed and he started wandering what they talked about. Why did they talk? What did she say to him? "She said that it's all going to be okay, and I believe her. It'll all be okay, Luke, you just need to come home, see the boys and I again. We can all help each other. Each of us are as messed up as each other. The loss of your mum-"

"Don't you dare talk about my mum! Get out!" Luke suddenly burst out in anger, his eyes narrowing at his former best friend, and he pointed to the door.

He watched as Michael's eyes went wide. The red-haired boy hung his head and walked out of the door slowly.

Michael's hair hadn't changed colour since the band split up. He was permanently stuck on that one day, he couldn't get past it. He was broken just as much as anyone else.

Luke watched his friend's car leave the driveway, and then he ran downstairs and got in his own car, pulling out his phone and dialling Lily's number, tears already streaming down his face.

"Luke?" Lily's sweet voice answered the phone on the first ring.

"Hi Lily." Luke sighed. He was going to regret this. He shouldn't have called her. But he needed to give her a chance.

"What is it?" She had realised something was wrong as soon as he had spoken.

"Lily, I can't. I can't live with myself. I'm sorry. I am so ashamed of what I'm about to do. Thank you so much for trying. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." Luke closed his eyes and hit the dashboard with his fist as his car veered on the empty road.

"Luke, what-"

But he hung up before she could say anything else. Even his angel couldn't save him now.

He remembered the feeling of Ben and Jack's hands hurting him, he could still feel the bruises on his face and the grip on his neck.

He remembered the numbness of the time he had broken Hannah and Michael up. He had made himself feel nothing, so that he wouldn't be guilty, and so he wouldn't be worried about his mum.

He remembered the looks on his band mates' faces as they all decided to break up. They were all nodding, but he had seen the tears in their eyes. It had been the end of an era.

He remembered the comments of all the fans when they had announced the break-up on a livestream, and on Twitter, Facebook, and all other kinds of social media. They had all been broken-hearted. The amount of times he had heard them quote 'real bands save fans, real fans save bands' and then say that they weren't real fans broke his heart.

But it didn't break his heart as much as the last memory. He remembered his mother's dead body. Her eyes hadn't been closed by the time he got to the hospital. He had sat down on the chair beside her bed and sobbed, his hand gripping her cold one as tightly as possible. The doctors had pulled him away while he kicked and screamed, his eyes never coming away from his mother.

But everyone has to look away at some point.

Luke hit his head on the steering wheel once he parked his car in the shadows. He climbed out of the car and fell to the ground, sobs overcoming his body as he curled up in a tight ball.

But he had to stand up, he had to go.

So he did.

// a/n second last chapter! Oh my gosh guys, I can't believe it's almost over!! //