Completed ✔︎ (UNEDITED)
"I'm Ashton," he spoke up with a slight tremble in his voice, trying to keep his emotions at the bay.
"I'm Calum," he continued, his lower lip trembling, as he bit on it and walked over to where Ash was, interlinking their fingers together.
"Michael," he whimpered, not being able to speak more than a word at a time. His eyes watered but he tried so hard to blink back his tears and joined Cal, holding his hand.
"And I'm Luke," I mimicked Mikey and walked over to where all three of them stood, and without my consent, I let the tears fall. I clutched on to Mikey's hand for dear life as if he would disappear any second.
"And we were 5 Seconds of Summer," we spoke up and bowed in unison, our last concert coming to a final end.
Although, on the inside, I couldn't help but think this isn't the way it's supposed to be.
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But what happens next is unexpected. On the way home, Luke gets in a car accident and the flames swallow him and his screams as a whole. What is left behind are his mere ashes.
But when he wakes up, he's a ghost now and his dreams are on fire.
The last thing Ashton ever wanted to do was hurt Luke, but he couldn't help it. The singer was just so beautiful, so ethereal and otherworldly that it took his breath away most of the time. Everyone felt that way about their best friend though, right? It was normal. No use getting unnecessary feelings involved, it was better this way. Luke understood.
Luke wasn't sure when this thing between him and Ashton started, or how it started, but it didn't matter. He was in too deep to go back now. So Luke would let Ashton use him, hurt his feelings and crawl back with apologies. Because at the end of the day, even when Luke had to watch Ashton leave the bar with a new pretty blonde each night, he knew the drummer would eventually end up back in his bed. And Luke told himself he was okay with that.