Date: 29th June, 2016.
I am so sick, ohmygod. I legit cannot breathe bc my chest hurts (CAUSE MY HEART KEEPS BREAKING).
"Just live right now, and be yourself, it doesn't matter if
it isn't good enough for someone else."
- Calum Hood
UNEDITED
Luke sat on his bed contemplating whether he should go see the band. He wanted to see how were Michael, Ashton and Calum coping and if they were okay.
He needed to see if his best mates were alright.
Without giving a second thought, Luke stood up and peeled the dirty white t-shirt that clung to his body off him. He replaced it with a black muscle tee and then climbed down the stairs and passed right through the front door, not needing to open it.
I guess you could say that with the time he had in his hands, he had learned a trick or two.
He walked around the block, careful not to make any physical contact with any living being and rushed towards Mikey's house.
Not caring, Luke walked straight through the main door and into the living room.
As soon as he stepped in, he laid his eyes on the two figures on the couch, holding each other, crying freely.
The tan skin and the black tuft of hair confirmed that it was Calum all snuggled upto Ashton. From where Luke stood, he could hear them sniffling and it broke his pure innocent heart seeing the two people he cares about, cry.
He sighed deeply and breezed past them, making goosebumps appear on their skin and they slightly shivered.
"Did you feel that?" He could hear ask Ashton enjoining Calum.
"What are you talking about?" Calum answered back, his eyebrows furrowing but his eyes reflected he knew exactly what Ashton was talking about.
Shaking his head, Luke entered Mikey's room and widened his eyes when he saw the plight of the older boy's room.
Michael's bedroom- which never had a lint lying around on the carpet was completely thrashed.
When Lucas murmured a quiet 'what the hell?', Michael's head shot up in the former's direction, his eyes glazed over and blood shot.
It was only now that Luke noticed that his locked room reeked of alcohol and how Michael had a bottle of Vodka clutched tightly in his hand.
He looked at Luke and squinted his eyes as if he couldn't if Luke was a fragment of his imagination or if he was actually there.
Not breaking eye contact, he staggered a little backward on his bed and curled into a ball after placing the (now) half empty bottle of alcohol on the floor, fear filling his eyes.
Michael thought he was going insane.
He looked terrified and covered himself in the kitten themed duvet Luke had once gifted him.
Everyone knew he loved kittens.
Luke blinked once and looked around the room. There was a hole in the wall - Michael had probably punched it, clothes were strewn everywhere, barely allowing Luke to see the black, carpeted floor, pieces of shattered glass lay around as if Michael didn't even care if he bled to death.
That made him aghast, Michael not wanting to live anymore.
Michael was always the type of person who made everyone happy, the type of person who would do anything to make he people he loves, smile.
He was a twenty-three year old boy who had suffered from too much of pain and made it a point to see good in everyone, or in any situation.
He was the kindest person anyone could ever come across.
He was the type of person who could move mountains for you and not even expect you to jump in puddles for him in return.
He was happy with only giving and never taking.
He was an angel on earth and it made Luke sick thinking that Michael no longer cared about his well- being.
Within seconds soft snores filled up the room, the sound bouncing off the walls. Luke stood there, admiring the red haired boy sleep. He admired how his cheek was squished against the pillow, making him look like a fish. He admired the red hair, Luke's favourite colour on Michael and admired how pink his lips were.
For the longest time, Luke stood there, admiring his best friend, his chest physically hurting for he couldn't make Michael's pain go away.
He murmured a quick "I love you" before he vanished into thin air because Michael was so close yet so far away and there was nothing Luke could do about it.
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A few things I want to make clear:
1) This is not a Muke book, Luke and Michael just really love each other as best friends.
2) Luke has no 'unfinished business' (bc very cliche).
3) I cannot write for shit.
4) Slow updates, I'm sorry :(
All the love,
Pia xx
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FanfictionCompleted ✔︎ (UNEDITED) "I'm Ashton," he spoke up with a slight tremble in his voice, trying to keep his emotions at the bay. "I'm Calum," he continued, his lower lip trembling, as he bit on it and walked over to where Ash was, interlinking their fi...
