MUKE one shots ♡

• not broken, just bent •

shout out to glitterashton for challenging me. ♡

tw: minor angst; past addiction

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Day 52
I'll see Luke in eighteen days.

Day 57
Today was the visit day and Luke didn't come. Ash did and said he's busy with his show.

Day 64
I haven't seen Luke in over two months. I painted him something new every week, I hope he'll like it when I get out in six days.

Day 65
Five more days.

Day 68
I miss Luke.

Day 69
I've talked to Liz, she was happy to hear from me. She got me a VIP pass for the show.

Day 70
I (successfully) completed my rehab today. Ashton, Calum, and my parents came to pick me up. When we were driving home they were talking about Luke on the radio.

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Luke hated getting his makeup done, it was his least favorite thing about his job.

Yes, it helped him get into characters and it looked cool. But having to sit on the chair for an hour or more was excruciating.

The lady who was currently applying skin colored creams to his face was lovely, she really was. Luke knew she didn't mean bad when she pointed out how hard it was to cover up the scar above his eyebrow.

The musical actor stayed quiet, but let his mind drift away to the raining day just over two months ago when he got his scar.

Michael promised he wasn't high. He said he only took one pill to help with his neck pain. He promised and Luke let him drive. He promised.

"Mr. Hemmings?"

Luke stopped thinking and turned to his hair person who asked if he was okay. He offered him a big smile and nodded.

It was show time.

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Over forty minutes after the curtain was closed Luke finally got to his dressing room. He had to do interviews and he took a picture with everyone who asked.

Now all he wanted to do is shower and eat some pizza with his family and friends.

He waved goodbye to Jack who promised to meet him at the parking lot and opened the door to his changing room.

His heart almost stopped beating.

The whole room was covered in flowers, there were roses, lilies, and tulips in every color imaginable. What made Luke cry were the big canvases covered in paint.

Luke was on every single one of them.

"I'm sorry."

The weak voice belonging to the person who had his heart made Luke turn around.

Michael looked good, or at least better than before. The bags under his eyes were less noticeable, he gained some weight, his hands weren't shaking as he was holding yet another bouquet in his hands.

"I'm sorry for making your life a living hell for the past year, I'm sorry for lying to you, for not loving you like you deserve to be loved."

Luke's knees were weak, he was on the verge of crying but all he could do was stare at the man who used to be his entire world.

"I went to get better, for you. I know it's stupid and I should do it for me but you were the strength that pushed me through it. I painted a lot like I used to. They told me to hold on to good memories and you are in every one of mine. The first one I made was how you looked on our first date."

Michael pointed at a black and white painting that was showing Luke like an angel.

"That one was after we made love for the first time, you fell asleep drooling on my chest and I thought you were the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me."

Luke smiled, tears pouring down his cheeks.

"I still do."

"Michael.."

"I'm sorry Luke. I'm sorry for everything I've done and I know you probably need some time away from me, but.." His voice cracked. "But I just wanted to say that I love you and that I'm sorry."

The younger man was quiet for a minute before he wiped away the tears. Michael was ready to leave when he heard the most beautiful giggle. The one people wrote songs and painted pictures about.

Michael turned back, hope filling his entire body.

"There's no way I looked that good when we went to Hawaii."

Green eyes filled with tears as he rushed into open arms of his husband.

"You always look like an angel to me." He whispered into his ear.

"I love you," Luke mumbled before pressing his lips to the ones he missed like crazy.

Love saved Michael and Luke planned on loving Michael for the rest of their lives.

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Well, this was different but I hope still enjoyable.

Thoughts?

Michael's diary entries?

The story?

Love, Lucija ♡