Masterpieces {Book 2}

You still have me

{pic on the side; AHAHAHA i LOVE THIS FANDOM AHAHA}

Credit; symer

-warning for Kinda side!malum-

upinthe_hoodings GAB READ!

Mashton babies pt 2 will prob be posted later on to recover from this

Note; Ok so yeah this is ultimately hearbreaking, but I've had so many theories on this to make myself feel better about all of this, and I've never thought of it this way. After this one shot, i feel content and satisfied that this is the way it went down, rather than believing #liggy is an actual thing. It's realistic and yeah,

Enjoy :|

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Calum had told his lover the same night as their last performance that he wanted to stay with his best friend during the duration of their mini break and the blond wasn't pleased. They had just finished fucking- and that's what it was. They weren't making love, because if that was the case then the one doing the fucking would have been in love with who he was screwing, but he wasn't. Calum told him of how he thought that what Michael said during their last performance was what the lead guitarist actually felt, and how he planned to stay with his best friend for a bit. Luke replied with silence and got off the bed, only to start picking his littered clothes on the floor to promptly put them on.

"Come on Luke! I have to! You heard him earlier."

"But why can't you just come to LA and hang there?"

"It's his choice. I'm his for several days. Whatever he wants goes."

"His? The hell you are Cal." Luke said venomously.

"Poor word choice. Okay?" Calum said to appease the taller man. "Look I know I'm yours, just like you're mine, right? But he's my best friend and I'm his. We've known each other for ages."

Luke scoffed in response.

"Do what you want." He had said as parting words. Calum had tried to call the younger man to come back, but Luke had ignored his pleas. The bassist had hoped for things to blow over and talk thing rationally in the morning. Unfortunately, when Calum woke in the morning Luke and Ashton had already left and safely made it back in LA.

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Calum was furious. He couldn't stop shaking. One fucking day! Actually, it took less that one fucking day! He was having a hard time. He had gone to bed happy last night and wanted to just greet their fans a good morning, instead he wakes up to this. He sees pictures and stories all over Twitter about his- he really wasn't sure what they were, but he thought he at least had the other man's respect. He sees pictures of Luke and the girl going out to a place where they usually go and what they usually do.

He could take a guess of why he brought her there, that place was discreet. They had a private lounge and that's why they were able to get drunk and hang out there. He doesn't... Luke's a bit out of control when he's drunk. He gets touchy and he never minded when the younger man was wasted, because at least they were together.

He doesn't know how to feel. He knows he's hurt, but they weren't official and they didn't even have a label for whatever this was. Does he even have the right to be hurt? To be mad?

He tortures himself by searching for more pictures and stories. He diligently looks through Tumblr and his heart breaks when he sees what some cake shippers are saying. They're theorizing that this girl was a substitute for something Luke couldn't have.