Disconnected (Lashton) {Sequel to Just Saying} (Completed)

Broken phones and shattered hearts

Third Person's P.O.V:

Luke's condition plummeted after Ashton left.

He stayed at home, sat on the sofa, watched the T.V, ate junk food, drank alcohol and cried. He was having a mental breakdown, and not realizing it.

He didn't realize that he needed Ashton.

At first, everybody thought it was the typical break-up. But, it had been two weeks, and Luke was still going in a downwards spiral.

His looks proved it. His eyes were puffy from crying, his hair floppy, his cheeks were flushed and his lips were chapped. Luke's friends tried helping, tried taking him out, but it was no use. He refused any invitation of socialising and after hundreds of missed calls, unread texts and unheard voicemails from Ashton, his phone was taken apart, with pieces of it on the living room floor. Luke liked to think it represented his heart. But it was worse, his heart was shattered and the endless tears didn't put it back together.

Luke felt empty.

No love. No trust. No happiness.

That was until Michael came over one fine Sunday morning.

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Luke's P.O.V:

"RISE AND SHINE MUTHERFUÇKA!" I heard a shout and saw a bright light. I screwed my eyes shut and rubbed them. With slightly blurred vision, I saw Mikey standing above my bed, having pulled the curtain open, to reveal daylight.

"Uummhh.." I rolled over.

" GET UP."

"No."

"LUKE ROBERT HEMMINGS GET THE FÛCK UP RIGHT NOW."

"Mmmpphhh." I made an unrecognizable noise as I slowly stood up from my bed.

Michael handed me some clothes, folded up neatly in a square shape.

"You are going to get your shít together." He said.

I sighed.

He pointed to the bathroom, and I couldn't be bothered to reason with him. I slowly shuffled to bathroom and locked the white door behind me. Putting down the clothes, I looked at myself in the mirror.

I was a mess.

I looked absolutely awful. I couldn't bare to look at myself any longer so I threw off my pyjamas and turned on the shower, hopping into the bath.

The hot water felt great against my skin. I cleaned myself, washed my hair and stood in the bath/shower for a while, enjoying the flow of water on my skin that wasn't tears.

After I was done, I dried myself off and put on the clothes that Mikey previously gave me: Black skinny jeans (that were exceptionally hard to pull on), a plain black t-shirt with a small white logo, and a red and black flannel shirt. I styled my hair into it's usual quiff and walked out before chucking my dirty pyjamas in the laundry basket.

"Great." Michael smiled at me from the sofa. "We're going out."

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~A/N: Poor Lukey was sad:( He's okay now, though, more or less! There was literally one photo of Taylor Swift and Michael together and now people are shipping them:( I don't ship it, my Malum feels are going strong. ~