it's okay to die// lashton
At 2:30 AM, Ashton Irwin was pronounced dead. His boyfriend, Luke Hemmings, had found him in a bathroom with a blade in one hand and an empty bottle of pills in his other. His world was immediately crushed. He thought, Ashton would make it. That he'd be okay. But when the doctor delivered the news that Luke had gotten there too late. He broke down, he had nothing now. He had lost the one person he cared about the most.
At 3:00 AM, his best friends, Michael Clifford and Calum Hood got there. Of course, Luke had told them over the phone that Ashton had died, but they didn't want to believe it. He kept the band together, he kept Luke sane. And now he was gone. It would never be the same without him.
When they went home, after watching the doctors unhook Ashton from everything, Luke broke down at the door.
"He fucking left me!" He wailed, tugging on his hair. "He's gone!" He screamed. Tears were running down his face, mixing with snot. But nobody cared because they felt the same pain.
Luke was still wailing and screaming while Michael and Calum tried to calm him down.
"Come on, mate," Michael said soothingly, "Let's go to bed."
But Luke wouldn't have. Especially not when Michael grabbed his arms and tried to set him on his feet, "No!" He screamed and tugged his arms back. He pushed Michael and said, "I won't go to bed without Ashton. I can't go to bed without Ashton." He said quietly.
The two boys watched the broken-hearted boy with sympathy. They knew they wouldn't ever be able to fix him.
"Where's Ashton? I know he's here. I know he didn't die," Luke was still crying.
Calum put his arm on Luke's shoulder, "Luke, you know what happened to him."
Luke shoved him off and screamed at Calum, "No! He didn't die! He couldn't of! Ashton would never leave me!" Luke fell on his knees and let out a broken sob. "I just want Ashton!" He cried. "I want my Ash back." He tugged on his hair.
Luke looked up at Michael with sad, teary eyes, "Please, Mikey, please bring him back." The broken pleading in Luke's voice made the red haired boy's heart break.
Michael knelt down and faced the blonde boy, "Luke, look at me." Luke wouldn't lift his head, "Luke, please." A minute of silence passed before he lifted his head. Michael wanted to cry even more at his appearance. Luke's eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks covered in tears. His whole face with red and blotchy, and it hurt Michael even more to know that he would never be able to help Luke the way he needed to be helped.
"It hurts, Mikey. It hurts a lot and I just want it to go away," Luke sobbed. He collapsed into Michael's chest and cried. Mikey wrapped his arms around him and Calum knelt down too. They all cried together and nobody cared that snot and tears were getting all over their clothes because they had each other.
At 5:00 AM, Michael and Calum got Luke into bed. He thankfully passed out 30 minutes later.
