The Lucky One ⇝ Muke

chapter sixteen

I'm so slow with these updates I'm so so so sorry yikes, it's also vv short I'm sorry

This book is my favourite cover of all of mine

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Luke's hand was covered in ink as he lay on his stomach of his living room, the fireplace was lit, brightly glowing as he wrote down lyrics that popped in to his head.

The ink was smudged in the lined paper in his journal, that had doodles and scribbles all over it. It was leather, a ribbon in place keep the bulging book closed. The bookmark for his last page being a photo booth photo of him and Michael.

The now red head was fast asleep on Luke's sofa, the pair having fallen asleep while watching a film on TV. Luke had woken up with Michael lying on top of him and Luke had been filled with love and inspiration that turned in to lyrics that needed to be written down.

But then Luke realised what he was doing and that he wasn't a singer anymore and he'd given up.

Luke sat up, staring down at his hands and his journal before he dropped the pen. His hands started to rip pages from the book, he picked up a handful, throwing them in to the fireplace, watching them burn to a crisp.

He picked up another handful only for hands to wrap around his wrists, "Luke, baby."

Luke's frantic eyes stopped on Michaels pretty green eyes, his hands dropping the pages. "Mikey."

"Not today baby, one day, but not today."

Luke looked at the fire, where he knew one of his favourite songs were and he sighed. "Fuck."

Michael pulled Luke close, hugging him to his chest. Luke's arms wrapping around Michaels waist, head on his chest, eyes closed.

"You're okay." Michael whispers, "you can learn to be with out it Luke."

Luke sniffled, "I can't do anything."

"You c--"

"All I can do it sing and play guitar, that's all I am." Luke cried, hands gripping at Michaels shirt.

"No, no, you're so much more than just your voice." Michael soothed, his hand in Luke's hair and playing with the growing curls. "You're a caring person, you're so sweet, you're a talented cook, you're good with your words, you're pretty, you're cute, you're soft, you're everything I've ever wanted."

Luke pulled away, peering up at Michael, "'m sorry." He whispered, before leaning up and kissing Michael softly. "I get so sad sometimes." He said.

Michael smiled softly, cupping Luke's cheeks, "it's okay, we all get a little sad sometimes, you can let it out Luke."

"Thank you," Luke smiled, feeling Michael kiss across his face softly, with slow lingering pecks, showing his love for Luke. "Thank you for everything Michael."

"Anything Luke."

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Sigh I love muke, it can't be dead, it never was dead

FeeDBACK

Luke and his lil song book? Burning them?

Michael stopping him? Tell him what Luke is?

I think I'm adding cashton in to this yAY they gonna be lit