Masterpieces {Book 2}

Waking up to you

Credit; Tzeringa

Song;death of a bachelor by panic!at the disco

Summary:

Luke had known that if he was going to have Calum all to himself and have the world know it, he would be letting go of this sad, sinking feeling that had haunted him from the first time he'd watched Calum leave after he was done using Luke's body. Nowadays, the door closed once and was locked. Luke felt loved, cared for, happy. It was everything he'd laid awake dreaming they could be for so many nights. He didn't worry anymore about seeing Calum with someone else, feeling that stab of unwarranted jealousy in his gut. He hadn't felt used and spent and wrecked in months.

The only problem was, he kind of missed it.

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[basically this is kind of a part two to a fic; and in the fic Calum would leave Luke time and time again but how they're together and this is them afterwards]

Enjoy ;)

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Despite their best intentions, Calum and Luke both knew they were never going to be like other couples. It was hard enough to be recognized as a part of the band, but since they'd been out, there was another layer added to it. Every interviewer found a way to bring it up, and social media had been bursting at the seams for months now, so much so that some said that it was all a publicity stunt. Like their personal relationship was another twist in the narrative to keep the fans interested and add to the audience. Everyone had an opinion on them, everyone wanted them to know how perfect they were together. The only problem was, they weren't. "Perfect" was impossible to begin with, but especially in their situation.

Luke had known that if he was going to have Calum all to himself and have the world know it, he would be letting go of this sad, sinking feeling that had haunted him from the first time he'd watched Calum leave after he was done using Luke's body. Nowadays, the door closed once and was locked. Luke felt loved, cared for, happy. It was everything he'd laid awake dreaming they could be for so many nights. He didn't worry anymore about seeing Calum with someone else, feeling that stab of unwarranted jealousy in his gut. He hadn't felt used and spent and wrecked in months.

The only problem was, he kind of missed it.
"That's fucked up, man" Michael commented half-heartedly while he was watching a movie, only partly listening to Luke's brooding from the other side of the sofa. "You should be happy Calum is like, in love with you and shit." He said around a mouthful of crisps.

Luke felt the corners of his lips turn up against his will. Calum was very 'in love and shit', and it wasn't like he took it for granted. It was amazing really, how much everything had changed since the break. Still, something was misplaced. It was like Calum tip-toed around anything he thought might hurt Luke or offend him in anyway. He closed his eyes and tried to remember how it would feel when Calum used to brush his hair back, ruffle it, mess it up, before he would leave; how he would go from feeling so high to so devastatingly low, every damn time. He'd only been high lately, hadn't had a reason to be low for quite some time.

He missed Calum's hands in his hair, and the cat and mouse game they were always in. He missed when it was rough, not just because they wanted it that way, but because there was this primal need for a deeper connection that Luke could never reach, because Calum's heart was always elsewhere. He had it now, he felt it even when they were apart, but the feeling of that desperate longing was a memory etched in his mind, a ghost limb.