Tough Love//Lashton au (boyxboy) *

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Sometimes I feel like sharp turning this fanfic and have it spiral downwards with depression or make it hilarious and take away all the sadness and tears.

I honesty don't know what this fanfic even is but if you read it and enjoy it, thank you. I've always wanted to be a writer, since I was little and I know my writing sucks but to know that at least 20,000 people are reading this makes me extremely happy. Happy Reading!¡!¡!¡

^^Trigger warning here lovelies. Please don't read if you will be triggered^^

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:) I'm sorry :)

(The majority of this chapter is a flashback. Don't skip it)

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*Ashton's POV*

I dont think I've ever seen so much blood on one person in my entire life. I didn't think he was going to make it but the doctors had a different opinion. They sent him home with orders to rest and basically do nothing for a week or two. Thats it. Nothing more. I thought he was going to die or slip into a coma at least. It was horrible. When I saw him in the bathroom my heart nearly stopped. He was conscious but just barely.

*Flashback*

"MICHAEL!" I scream "MICHAEL PLEASE!" I scream again.

My hands are covered in blood just like my clothes. I'm trying to stop the bleeding but it's not working very well. I didn't think I would ever have to do this to a person.

My grip on Luke's wrists tighten. I look at Luke and see that he is still conscious.

"Let me go" He says so softly I almost didn't catch it. My eyes start to well up with tears and I'm blinded my emotion.

"Luke you know I can't do that" I say back. He just smiles weakly at me.

"Everyone would be better off. Please Ash just let me die" He pleads.

"MICHAEL!" I scream once more. Where the hell is he? I hear rushed footsteps and he appears at the door.

"Whats th- FUCK" He shouts. I don't even have to ask him to call 911 because he is already talking to the operator.

"They're on their way" Michael says. I really hope the paramedics show up soon because I don't know what else to do.

"Luke, hey stay with me. Please" I plead. I don't know how long I stay like that, holding Luke's damaged forearms in my trembling hands but an ambulance arrives at some point. I hear the sirens and people running into the house. I imagine that Michael is talking to them because without me saying a word to any of them they manage to pull me away from Luke, protests and all, and take him out to the ambulance. I follow them. I need to be with him. They stop me right as they close the doors to the vehicle.

I run to my car and am followed by Mike and Cal. I rush to the hospital after the ambulance and let my nerves get the best of me.

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We arrive at the hospital after running a few red lights and ignoring stop signs. My face is wet and red and ugly but I honestly don't care, all thats on my mind is Luke. I race to the front desk and ask for Luke.

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"Visitors for.....Luke Hemmings?" A tall brunette lady asks while standing in the doorway of the waiting room. I stand up along with Michael, Calum and a boy I've come to know as Jack, Luke's brother. His dad didn't even bother to come. I'm glad to know that someone from his family is here for him.