Vinyl //Muke

Dreams

Inside Luke's mind

My head hurts. Like really bad. Looking around all I saw was white. Everything was white until a house appeared out of nowhere.

It looked like mine.

Running towards the house I threw the door open and stood in the empty house. No pictures or anything. Besides a couch.

Walking towards the kitchen there wasn't anything besides normal kitchen stuff. Turning around I looked back to the couch and a person sat there.

Going over to the person I walked in front of them and noticed a strong resemblance.

"Dad?" I whispered and he smiled up at me. Patting the spot next to him I slowly sat down even more confused than before.

"Hey son" he smiled and patted my back. Smiling back at him I was about to ask where the hell I was and what happened, but he spoke up. "Your in the middle. Mainly in your head though" He explained as if this made any since.

I've heard about it though before. Its where someone is on the verge of dying but there is something that stopping it from happening.

"But why are you here? I mean last time I checked you're dead" I pointed out and he nodded.

"Im just here to simply guide you."

"To what? What even happened?"

"You got shot." He looked at me and I turned towards him trying to remember. Then I remembered that me and Michael had gone to Calum's for my birthday and I got shot in the middle of shredding notes on the guitar.

Then I remembered Michael. You know my boyfriend? Yea him. Last thing I remember about him is that he was talking what almost looked like flirting with some dude in the kitchen before I went out back to the pool.

I wonder how he is taking it. I wonder if he even cares. Is he here? Like Im obviously at the hospital or I would be dead right now.

"I got shot" i repeated and he simply nodded. "What about Michael?" I asked and he smirked.

"He's alright, but we are not here to talk about him. Im here to tell you to get your shit together and wake up so your boyfriend can continue to love your ass." He stated eater loudly and I laughed.

"Your not mad about that?"

"Luke I figured out you where gay once you where three. Wanting to go shopping with your mum all the time" he smirked once again and I pushed him.

"You're a dick" I stated and shrugged.

"Just wake up. Okay? Like now. If I need to slap you I will" he warned and I shook my head quickly.

"No no thats okay, but how do I?" I asked completely confused once again. I seem to be confused a lot. I still needed to figure out how long I've been asleep. Looking at my hands waiting for him to answer he sighed.

"Force yourself" He patted my head and stood up. Shooting my gaze at him he offered his hand to me and pulled me up. "Close your eyes" so I did. "Now think real hard, what do you want the most? Who do you miss the most?"

"Michael" I mumbled and squeezed my eyes shut. I thought about Michael really fucking hard, enough to where I probably am hard and I don't even notice it right now.

I thought about how much I fucking like him, and how adorable he looks when he is buried under my pillows in the morning when he stays over, or how he traces random patterns on my back when I'm not feeling well or even how he just simply kisses me. The way he kisses me is soft and full of lust and it makes me melt just about every time.

"Thats it" My dads voice became a faint whisper and then everything went black. Does this mean its working? I hope so.

Next thing I know I hear stuff. It sounds like shuffling. Someone is moving around obviously.

Then I noticed someone was holding my hand. It was obvious that it was Michael.

I really wanted to squeeze his hand but I didn't have the ability to right now.

"Michael, come on its time to go" I heard Ashton state sadly from somewhere in the room.

"Okay" Michaels voice cracked an that about killed me all the way right there.

I wanted to scream and tell him that I could hear him and that I wasn't going anywhere. But my mouth wouldn't open. I heard the door close and I mentally screamed fuck.

Maybe I can force myself to fully wake up. Just like i had before to get here.

Just think Luke. Michael. Just think of Michael. And how you don't want him to be sad anymore.

Next thing I know my eyes shoot open and I'm gasping for breath.