Ashton's managed to evade the public eye for the most part after his turbulent exit from Hollywood years ago, only to be dragged back into the spotlight all for a long owed favour, that favour?
Playing boyfriend to a singer taking a nosedive into a...
finally made it to the final chapter! Thank you to everyone who's read this in any capacity, it means the world.
To clarify, Luke lives w Michael & Calum post breakup (Third wheeling at its finest!)
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He doesn't remember how he managed to get to Calum's place, all he remembered was how much it hurt, how much he hurt.
He'd fumbled with the door and thanked everything out there that it was unlocked, with a halfhearted push it swung open.
"Luke?" Michael saw him first from his seat at the kitchen island, Calum poked his head from around the corner at the disruption.
"Luke what're you..? What's wrong?" His tone quickly became worried when he saw the redness of his friends eyes and his damp cheeks. Luke rubbed at his eyes with his fingers harshly, his eyes flickering up to meet Calum's.
"He broke up with me." His voice was hoarse, the words scratching at his throat. He began to root around in his jacket pocket as Calum spoke again,
"What-?" The blonde cut him off by slamming the box he'd finally yanked from his pocket onto the counter, running a shaky hand through his hair and latching onto his curls, tugging at them.
"He fuckin' broke up with me and I- I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do!" His voice cracked painfully as sobs escaped his lips. Calum strode to Luke's side and grabbed him before his fell to the hard floors.
"Shit-" Michael fled the apartment knowing Luke was in good hands, he needed to get to Ashton.
"You're okay, I've got you." Calum repeated into Lukes curls like a mantra hoping it could help calm the man crumbing in his arms. "I've got you."
Michael didn't even need to open the door when he reached Ashtons as it was left ajar. He rushed in, skidding to a halt and letting relief flood through him when he found Ashton unharmed.
The man in question was sat curled up against one of the couch's, Petunia nosing at his thigh as he traced over the scars on his forearms, a vacant expression on his face, staring ahead at the sparsely decorated wall.
Michael dropped down beside Ashton and gathered him up in his arms and the latter man melted into the embrace. He didn't cry, he'd done this to himself, he didn't deserve to cry, he'd chosen this.
Ashton let his eyes fall closed, the only thing grounding him being Michaels rhythmic strokes across his bicep.
"I had to.." he whispered lowly to nobody in particular, "I had to."
Michael bit his lip, his heart breaking for his friends. He didn't know what to say - if there was anything he really could say. At a loss for what to do he resigned himself to just holding Ashton closer, reminding the other man that he was there and that he wasn't leaving.
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