Luke Hemmings imagines

Luke has cancer

You heard nothing about the slow and steady beeping of the heart monitor as you lay in your boyfriend's hospital bed. Luke had been diagnosed with lung cancer a few months ago, and the band immediately stopped everything they were doing as he was admitted to the hospital. Save for Ashton's keek updates, they were essentially off all social media.
Your head was resting on his chest. That's how you always laid with him. Because of the lung cancer, you always liked to fall asleep listening to his shaky breaths, and feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. You dozed off a little bit. It was one of those half asleep half awake moment. Then you heard the door creak open and Luke say "shh."
"How are you mate?" You heard Calum question him. This told you it was the guys visiting which was a relief because you were too exhausted to stay awake and comfort his mother.
"So so." Luke said groggily.
"You look like shit." Michael's voice said loudly.
"Michael you are yelling." Ashton muttered, causing everyone to chuckle softly.
"Guys," Luke started, but Ashton was quick to interrupt.
"No. Don't start this again." He said somewhat frustrated.
"Please, just let me get this out?" Luke said before moving into a small coughing fit. The boys remained quiet as Luke took a deep breath to recover. "When I die-"
"IF you die." Michael interjected quickly.
"If I die," Luke continued, emphasizing the word 'if', "you need to take care of Y/N. Please? She's been...she's been more than I could ask for and she didn't sign up for this. She's too invested in me and when I die-"
"IF you die." Michael said again, somewhat impatiently.
"If I die she's going to be a mess." Luke finished, coughing again. It took everything you had in you to not open your eyes. But if you did you know for sure that tears would spill out. You hated it when Luke talked like this. It felt like he'd given up.
"Well we're not going to let that happen, mate. So don't worry." Ashton said. You could almost hear the smile in his voice, and you were silently grateful that his friends were so optimistic.
"One more thing." Luke grunted out, shifting slightly.
"What's that?" Calum asked quietly.
"Make sure...make sure she finds someone else." He said. Your heart broke and everyone went silent as you shifted, turning so your face was turned away from everyone else as tears silently down your face.
After they decided you were still asleep, Luke continued. "Just make sure she doesn't let our relationship be the end all be all." He wheezed, before going back into another coughing fit, Ashton holding a bowl for him to cough into. The metallic scent hitting your nose made you realize he was coughing up blood again.
"If it's another guy you want her to be with, sign me up." Calum said sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood.
"If any of you touch her I'll kill you." Luke said groggily.
"You'll be dead." Michael joked.
"I'll haunt you."
"Worth it."
The conversation moved on thankfully, and eventually you "woke up" and acted surprised to see the boys. You spent the rest of the day joking and laughing and all over having a good time.
You had 3 more months with Luke after that day in the hospital before the cancer overtook his lungs and he passed away on a Sunday in March.
You were at the funeral, watching as they lowered his casket into the grave. Everyone was crying, but it didn't feel real to you. All you could think about was the fact that they had to special order his coffin because he was so fucking tall. What sort of a noodle did he have to be to force his family to buy a special fucking coffin? You hugged Liz and the rest of the family before you walked away on your own after the service was over. You reached your car and then you couldn't stop it.
Laughter erupted from your mouth. Hysterical, side splitting, loud laughter.
"Y/N?" You looked over to see Calum dressed in his crisp, clean black clothing and the other two boys dressed similarly. They all had red eyes, Michael especially. You knew it was hitting Michael the hardest out of all of them.
"I'm sorry," you giggled out, placing a hand on your side, "but...but...." You burst into laughter again and they walked curiously up to you. "They had to special order his coffin. Did you know that? Standard coffins only hold people up to 6'. They had to special order it." You said this between fits of giggles, and the boys just stared at you. Michael then started chuckling and before you knew it the four of you were laughing your asses off, receiving strange glares from people nearby.
The four of you calmed down and you felt the tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
"I miss him." You whimpered. Calum pulled you against his chest as you started bawling, Michael shoving his hands in his pockets, locking his jaw and staring at the ground.
"I know..." Ashton whispered, rubbing your back, "we do too."

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