5sos One shots (boyxboy)

Gang Over Love (Muke)

"Run Luke! Run!" Michael yelled towards Luke, making him widen his eyes. He stood there, flames rapidly beginning to engulf the surroundings of their shared apartment in a fight of heat and smoke. Luke knew exactly who did this, it wasn't a surprise honestly, The Tigers did it.

The fire and smoke were burning Luke's eyes, even though he was crying. His lungs were toxicated with the thick smoke that made it fairly hard for the blonde to see his boyfriend who was standing a few feet away from him, shaking his head and looking Luke in the eyes with his green ones, a sad look on his face.

"I'm not leaving without you! They are probably outside and ready to kill you!" He yelled back, stepping towards Michael a little, and the grey haired boy shook his head.

"Leave! Fûcking leave Luke!" He yelled again, this time more stern. Luke shook his head again, and Michael had no choice but to pull his gun. Luke eyes went even more wide, if that was even possible and shook his head.

"You wouldn't." He says, his eyes scanning the room and seeing the fire coming closer to Michael. "I would." Michael snapped. "Leave!" He loaded the gun, pointing it at Luke and putting his finger on the trigger.

And this time, Luke ran. He burst open the front door, seeing his neighbors being evacuated out of the building. He follows the people until they are outside, and indeed, a few boys stand outside with a tiger on their leather jackets.

Every single cell, every single muscle in Luke's body feels like running up to them and killing them right then and there, but he doesn't. They could kill him in a split second if they wanted to. He looks up at the apartment he used to live in, and sees that the flames have engulfed the complete apartment, which meant Michael was dead.

Luke didn't notice tears starting to slip from his eyes, he didn't notice he screamed out his boyfriends name, he didn't notice himself falling onto the cold and hard pavement, he didn't notice people carrying him towards a ambulance until a brown haired boy stood bowed over him, a breathing cap pushed on his mouth.

"Michael.." He murmured before actually closing his eyes.

-

Luke woke up, gasping for air and bathed in sweat. He turned towards the side of the bed, seeing the bed is empty. He sighs before rubbing the tears coming from his eyes from his face, and he shakes his head.

The accident happened two years ago, two years of hopelessly trying to forget about Michael, trying to be okay with himself that he ran when he should've stayed with the boy.

He could've stayed and pulled Michael out of the damn apartment. He could've saved him, he could've refused to leave and he could've walked straight into the fire, leaving Michael no choice.

But, he didn't.

He rather would've died than living like this, all alone and without Michael.

Luke feels numb, he actually feels nothing. Luke didn't know this feeling even existed. He always thought that whatever the books said was all fake, but he lied to himself. Of course, he was wrong.

Luke would rather have gotten shot than living without Michael. But he made a choice, a wrong one.

That's always what happens. You never know how or which choice to make, because you never know the consequences, you never know how the story ends, so you choose with your heart or your head. It's never easy to make such a choise, Luke knows.