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Heartbreak Coverup- Jesse Labell

*YN= your name in Luke's*

Ashton: (your P.O.V.)

"Picking up a loaded gun, holding the telephone and I should put it down."

The hate, sometimes was all you could get yourself to read. Yes there were fans who loved and accepted Ashton's, and your Relationship. But with you having a bad past your insecurities beat you and all you could read was

'Kill yourself' written on your timeline.

Today had been a rather hard day, going out with Ashton and being mobbed by fans but you in a horrible mood, which of corse caused a fight between you too.

Ashton left, so both you and him could cool down for a bit. Even though he left on a bad note, he kissed you goodbye and told you he would be with Luke.

So you were by yourself in your shared house reading death threats.

You've had a past of self harming and suicide attempts but obviously nothing had seemed to end your life.

Reading more of the threats you decide enough was enough and ran upstairs to get the gun you had in the back of your closet. Ashton was fully aware the gun was there and supported the des icon saying if someone was hurting you then you could use it on them.

And you, well your mind, was hurting you so you loaded the gun and held it tightly. Your mind races of memory you were soon going to erase but a pull of a trigger.

You looked over once you heard a vibration on your table you saw your phone. Ashton. Was the only thought that was in your mind as you picked it up and dialed his number.

Right away, he answered.

"(Y/N)." Ashton breathed. You sobbed at the sound of his voice "Ashton." you cried harder. "I want to die." You broke down, falling onto the floor. "Dont do anything babe." he said softly yet rushed. you heard talking in the background. "Talk to me babe, whats up?" he asked again trying to sooth you. "Ashton I have the gun and I wasn't to die I don't know what to do." you let out shaky breaths, trying to stop your shacking body and waterfalls falling from your eyes. "Talk to me dammit keep talking. Don't stop talking." he said you heard his car start. "I don't want you here. I don't want you too see me like that." you continued to cry. Honks were heard and Ashton swearing and kept making sure you were still on the line.

Everything was a blur when you closed your eyes. You held up the gun to your head. "I should put it down." You said into the phone "Yes, please. I'm almost home dont-" you hung up, laughing as he thought you meant the gun.

With the gun held to your head you closed your eyes to hear a door bursting open and a very panicked looking Ashton running toward you with tears in his eyes.

"Put it down."

Michael: (your P.O.V.)

"You keep from me, but I'm drowning and I'm slowly sinking in a bottle of patron."

He's been so distant, he wouldn't tell me what had been upsetting him, he would only shake his head and say its nothing then drop the conversation.

It started like that, but slowly he became angry with every little thing and tell at question I asked him.

It's been happening for almost 3 months and soon his depressing mood rubbed off on me, and old habits soon returned.

You old drinking habits came hard one particular night when Michael, even though he said he would never showed up to have a movie night with you.

You pulled out the Parton, and drank straight from the bottle.

2 am rolled around and so did Michael. He opened the door rather loudly and he stumbled taking off his shoes.