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You die (his pov) part 2

>LUKE<

"Hello?" I said, rolling over in my bunk as I answered a call from an unknown number. "Is this Luke Hemmings?" An unfamiliar voice asked me. "Yeah, who's this?" I asked. "I'm calling about Y/n," he told me, ignoring my question. "What about her?" I asked, sitting up, suddenly wide awake. "She was in an accident," he said. I felt my heart drop along with my jaw. "She's - she's dead," he said shortly. "No," I said immediately, "No she's not." "A drunk driver hit her," he informed me, "She was dead on impact." "No," I repeated, louder. The phone slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor, waking up Ashton. "Luke?" He asked sleepily, "You alright?" "Y/n," I said weakly. "What?" He asked, pulling back his bunk curtain to look at me. "Luke, what's going on?" He asked, concerned. "She -" I choked, giving up on the words. "You're shaking," Ashton observed, "What happened?" He got out of bed and came to sit next to me. "I'm gonna be sick," I muttered, falling from the bed and staggering to the bathroom. "Luke!" Ashton called after a minute, pounding on the door. "Why are you awake?" I heard Michael ask. "I - I don't know," Ashton replied, sounding panicked. "Luke, open the door!" That was Calum. I reached up weakly, unlocking the door. "What's going on?" Calum asked. "Y/n - she, um," I shook my head, unable to say the word. "Did she break up with you?" Michael asked quietly. I shook my head. "Is she alright?" Calum asked. Again I shook my head. "She, um, isn't -" Why do I feel so cold? I'm shaking, but I'm not crying. Why am I not crying? I want to throw up. I don't want to live through this. "She's dead," I managed. "What?" Three voices asked in unison. I shrugged, not knowing what else to say. The first sob racked my body, and I lost it entirely. I collapsed to the floor, chest heaving as I tried to breathe. "Luke, talk to us," Calum instructed, rubbing my arm steadily. I shook my head, unable to speak. "Is that what the phone call was about?" Ashton asked. I nodded. "Accident," I choked out, still not entirely believing it as I said it. "Let's get you out of the bathroom," Michael offered, picking me up and carrying me to the couch. "Y/n," I murmured hopelessly. The boys looked at me, clearly unsure of how to react. "Let it out," Calum instructed weakly, sitting beside me and patting my back. I shook my head. That's all I could do. "I wanna be alone," I muttered weakly. "I don't think that's a good idea," Ashton replied sadly. "Do you wanna sleep?" Calum offered. I nodded, although I knew there was no chance I would get any sleep. I shuffled back to my bunk, clambering onto it with difficulty and shutting the curtains, grateful for the darkness. I don't know how long I sat crying before drifting into a restless sleep filled with nightmares of losing you.

>CALUM<

I flipped through the channels lazily in our tour bus and paused on the news. There was footage of a familiar looking apartment building, although the top floors were missing and the bottom seemed to be caved in. "The explosion seems to have been intentional," the news caster said sadly, "But no one has said for sure what was the cause. It is recommended that you avoid 43rd street due to the traffic caused by the explosion." "That's Y/n's apartment," I said to no one in particular. "What?" Ashton said, looking up from his phone. I point weakly to the screen and repeat, "That's Y/n's apartment." He looked at me in disbelief and I looked back, too shocked to act. "Call her," Ashton instructed. I nodded numbly, pulling my phone out of my pocket and selecting your name. The phone rang and I tapped my foot impatiently until I heard, "Hi! This is Y/n's phone, but obviously I didn't answer it! Leave me a message and I'll call you back. Have a great day!" I heard the beep and hung up, looking back to Ashton, unsure of what to do. "That doesn't necessarily mean -" Ashton didn't finish his sentence, but he didn't need to. I pulled up your mom's contact and called her, although I didn't know what I was hoping to hear. "Hello?" She said in a shaky voice. "Have you, um, have you talked to Y/n?" I asked hopefully. "I've been calling her for an hour," she sighed. "Oh no," I murmured, fearing the worst. "Call me if you hear anything," she pleads. "You, too," I said, although I knew she wouldn't hear. Neither of us would. I hung up the phone and turned back to the news as the anchor went back to the story. "So far there have been five deaths reported. John Hendsley, Anna Hendsley, Mike Capson, Jim Arlow and Y/n." "No," I murmured to myself, "She's not - no." "Calum," Ashton sighed, putting a hand on my shoulder. "No," I repeated, standing up. My knees felt weak and my head felt dizzy. I fell back onto the couch, mumbling incoherently. "Calum," Ashton repeated, unsure of what else to say. "It was a mistake," I assured myself, "She's okay." I heard the phone ring and Ashton picked up. "Hello?" He said, "This is Ashton. Yes, he knows. I'm so sorry, Mrs. Y/L/N." I let out a strangled sob and Ashton gave me a concerned look. "I know," he sai