zero || muke

chapter ten :(

HUGE SUGGESTION!!!! PLEASE REREAD THE ENTIRE FANFIC BEFORE READING THIS CHAPTER JUST SO YOU REMEMBER EVERYTHING! idk just a suggestion yo i feel like it heightens the experience 

by the way my friend lost the ;)))) challenge but she's kind of being a wimp? so if that doesn't work out i'm fine with filming an embarassing video WHAT WOULD YOU GUYS LIKE ME TO DO?

by the way *stereotypical one direction thank you speech* i'd like to give a mASSIVE thank you to all my fans 

let's just say i did my research for this chapter

i'm already crying good luck

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Michael stood in the doorway, expressionless. Luke stood up, facing Michael, and couldn't help but feel completely terrified. 

"So I'm gonna die," the lavender boy paused, "today. I'm going to die today." 

Luke simply nodded, feeling like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. He just wanted to curl up into a ball and sob.

Michael laughed - a bitter laugh - and sat down on the sofa. "You know, Luke, I know exactly what you're talking about. The numbers, I mean. I see 'em too."

Luke shot up, completely shocked. "What? No. No, you're joking." 

Michael smiled crazily. "Nope. And ever since I met you, you've been at zero. I mean, sometimes I'd see your number switch to one, which seriously made no sense, but hey, I'll be dead anyways. It doesn't really matter anymore." Michael laughed again, shaking his head.

"What if," Luke furrowed his eyebrows, "what if you affect my number? I was nothing before I met you, but now that I have.... if you go down I'm going with you." He hoped Michael would understand what Luke was really trying to say.

Michael shrugged, uttering a simple "maybe."

Luke couldn't help but feel a little mad. "Michael. You're going to die, today, have I not stressed that enough? Why are you so careless about the fact? I'm really fucking scared, okay? I need you, Michael Clifford. And I can't imagine a decent life without you."

Michael's blank stare hardened. "Luke," he spoke slowly, "shut the fuck up. I'm going to die, and I'm seriously trying not to freak out myself. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go outside for some fresh air." He stood up, walking out the door.

Luke sighed, pressing his fingers to his forehead. He didn't know what to do.

His heart stopped when he heard a loud crash outside. 

"Michael!" Luke screamed, running outside as fast as he could.

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Michael was on the ground, unconscious. Tears immediately poured out of Luke's eyes when he saw the massive amount of blood coming from Michael's head and pooling on the sidewalk.

Luke quickly pulled out his phone, dialing 000 - the emergency hotline for Australia - and sat down on the ground.

It wasn't until he wiped his eyes that he saw one man wearing all black fleeing the scene, holding some sort of rifle. He must have hit Michael with it.

Luke was much too petrified to go after the man, and would rather do anything than leave Michael alone.

He was just hoping the ambulance would come in time.

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The second Luke heard the sirens, he shot up, picking up Michael's limp body. The ambulance quickly pulled over, and two men came out, opening up the back doors. 

"This is the boy?" The taller, more intimidating of the pair asked. Luke nodded.

After Michael was all loaded up inside the ambulance, Luke found out he could ride along. 

Everything is going to be okay, Luke thought desperately, passing out immediately after.

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Ashton Irwin, twenty year old college dropout, flipped on the local news and turned up the volume.

He wasn't quite expecting the headline: TWO BOYS FROM LOCAL SCHOOL BOTH FALL INTO COMA.

His eyes widened when he saw the pictures of Michael Clifford and Luke Hemmings littering the small TV screen. Apparently Michael got attacked, and Luke passed out from having hideously low blood sugar. Ashton frowned. Luke never really did eat, which made sense for his low blood sugar. But why did Michael get attacked?

"Fuck." 

He ran outside, jumping into his sleek, black 1967 Chevy Impala, and stepped on the gas. He needed to get to that hospital.

He blasted the radio, looking out the rear view mirrors, smiling bitterly when coincidental lyrics flowed out.

My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm the face in your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we're really gonna need'em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?  

Those two boys were definitely going to go for a ride, alright. 

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so yeah, that's the ending for this fanfic. i really don't know what to say

please keep in mind this is not the end for everything, there will still be the sequel! and epilogue lmao

do you guys like ashton's character? 

i'll see if i can post the epilogue, but it'll probably be shitty. 

PLEASE READ MY OTHER STORIES IF YOU ACTUALLY LIKE ME BC THEY'RE ALL JUST STARTING AND PROBS NOT GONNA END SADLY LIKE THIS 

BTW I NEED YOUR HELP! WHAT SHOULD I TITLE THE SEQUEL? ? ?? ?? ? ? THIS IS V V V IMPORTANT 

anyways thank you sososossossosososoosoo much for reading this, i love you lots :-)

xx jenna