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a/n: i am BACK bitches here’s some angst based on this prompt to celebrate my return 

Luke was indifferent to forests. He didn’t mind the vastness of tree after tree, surrounding him with their leaves and secrets of years before him. The silence was okay, he guessed. Anything was okay as long as you were there—and you were. You were sat next to him on your rock with your knees pulled up towards your chest as the wind sang to you gently. Unlike Luke, you loved the forest. You discovered it one day when talking the long way home from school. It was a Thursday, before you had known Luke, and you remembered the way the light hit the small patch of flowers by the rock that you had later claimed. Ever since that day, you took the same path home for the rest of your school career. And when Luke came into your life, he became the only other person you ever took to your hideaway. 

He liked the idea of you trusting him enough to let him into your mind. Moments like that were rare in the friendship, even though you two classified yourselves as best friends. Luke didn’t mind. He liked when you were happy and he liked when he was with you—there was a bigger correlation to those more than you would like to admit. 

Luke first realized the correlation himself when he was seventeen. 

Good job! That's a really good pace and I'm proud of you :) as a runner I know how much of a relief it is getting back into the groove and feeling good while doing it

A/n: Haven’t written in awhile but this was requested and I love this song so much omg I hope you guys like it!! <3

Pairing: Luke + Y/N

I woke up in the place we started Your clothes on the floor in that old apartment I never thought you’d leave without a trace I can’t shake this sinking feeling I know you’re not there and I’m barely breathing Holding onto things I can’t replace

Another day, another morning where you woke up and and he wasn’t laying beside you in bed, light snores escaping his mouth as his breath fanned your neck. Wrapped up tightly in each other’s embrace, nothing but the two of you tangled in sheets.

Luke left for tour. Again. You knew what you signed up for the moment you said yes to that first date. You knew that there would be countless days that would pass where he wouldn’t be there with you, instead miles and countries apart. But what you didn’t know was that it would hurt this bad.

Everyday felt like a struggle now. On the days where you really needed him the most, a phone call just wouldn’t do. Sometimes you felt like you could barely breathe, the air leaving your lungs in abnormal patterns, the clothes on the floor that he left behind always reminding you of him, making it even harder for you to move on and live your life while he was living his, without you.

Your shared apartment only held the memories of you two. The couch where you both laid, cuddled up into each other’s side for hours, the patio outside where you would just stand there, leaning against the railing when the sun would set, painting hues of orange, yellow, and pink in the sky, the chipped tile on the floor where he once smashed a bottle in rage, drunk off his ass.

Everything was a constant reminder of him not being there. And it was taking a toll on you. But you couldn’t just leave him, right? There was no one like him. There was no one who could push your buttons the way he did. There was no one who could make you laugh until your cheeks hurt the way he did. There was no one who would do the little things he does, like always leave your cereal out in the morning when he woke up first, or subconsciously always hold your cold hand in his because he just wanted to feel you.

He made you happy. He loved you. He cared for you. But the million dollar question that everyone asks you, is it really worth it?

Oh, tell me what we’re fighting for It’s turning to an all out war I’ll find a way to fix these broken pieces And let go I’m tryna find a way back home If it takes until I’m skin and bones I’ll find a way to fix these broken pieces And let go

“All I wanted was to spend some time with my boyfriend before he dashed off to another city!” You shouted, clearly on the verge of tears as Luke came back home, but only to leave once again for a night out.

“Y/N, stop being so over dramatic, fuck.” He ran a hand through his hair, this conversation being discussed far too many times in your relationship. It was starting to get tiring. You should know that he would always find a way back home to you. That he would drop everything in a dime to be there for you if you needed him.

But right now, you were delirious, anger taking over your usually soft features, blame being thrown on Luke for making you feel insignificant in his extravagant life.

“God, do you even care anymore?!” You screamed, pacing the room in front of him as you spoke. “It takes two people to be in a relationship Luke and lately it’s feeling very one sided. I don’t even know if you love me anymore!”

And this only set fuel to the fire.

“Stop acting like I don’t care about you!” He yelled, effectively shutting you up. “You know how my job is! It can get really stressful and all I wanted was to spend some time with the lads and just unwind, but it seems like I can’t even do that either.”

You scoffed as you wiped a stray tear from your cheek and took in his words. “I’m doing everything I can to save this relationship Luke. Are you?” You breathed out, making Luke’s heart shatter.

Your words stumped him, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t think that this argument would lead to here. Sure you two had your fair share of fights but what couple hasn’t? You two may have more arguments than normal but he didn’t think that he needed to show you just how much he loved you because he thought you knew. He thought that there were no doubts. But clearly he was in the wrong. Your relationship was on the brink, again, and he had to try and fix this.

“I don’t think I have it in me anymore.” You croaked out, hating the way his face fell at your confession. Hating how you weren’t strong enough to handle such a complicated relationship. Hating that sometimes love just wasn’t enough anymore.

Our last words ringing in my head I wish we’d take back all the things we said I’m tryna find a way to yesterday Turning in circles and chasing our tails And wondering why we created this wasteland I wish you wouldn’t be so cavalier

“I’m doing everything I can to save this relationship Luke. Are you?”

“Are you?”

“Are you?”

That sentence kept replaying in Luke’s head like a vinyl record as he jet off to another city, leaving behind what he deemed as a broken relationship. Of course he was trying. Why would you even ask him that? Communication was key in a relationship and if he didn’t know how you were feeling, how was he supposed to make it better? You’ve never really expressed your emotions very well and he always escalated conversations into arguments. Both of you were at fault here.

He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to make it better. He just wanted to make it better.

He wished he hadn’t yelled at you before leaving for tour again. He wished he stayed in that night instead of deciding to go out with the boys. He wished he told you he loved you before he left. That simple reminder that he always uttered at the gates in the airport, whispered against your lips as he pulled you into his chest, always reassured you that he was yours, and you were his.

But he didn’t say that. In fact, you didn’t even come to the airport with him like you always do. Instead, he woke up that morning, picked up his already packed suitcases, and fled the apartment before you even had the chance to wake up. Like you were going to talk to him anyway.

All Luke wanted was to just go back in time and rewind. Rewind to when things didn’t get so bad. Rewind to when you two were so madly in love with another and nothing would tear you apart. The whispered promises at night, the soft caresses in the morning, all he wanted was to go back, back to when you two were, you two.

“It’s meant to be us, you and me, if it’s the last thing I do.” He muttered, closing his eyes as he tried to go to sleep in the bunk, memories of the two of you flashing his mind before he tried to drift off into a peaceful slumber, knowing he was going to have to give it his all if he wanted you in his life.

We’re fading out, we’re all alone It’s what you wanted, I suppose I can tell you feel the same When you say you’re looking for a way to change your mind, don’t walk away

You were supposed to come on tour now. This was your break and Luke had already booked tickets way in advance for your arrival.

But the ignored phone calls and the disregarded texts he sent to you for a week straight after yet again another fight, he didn’t think you were coming.

Everybody called you toxic. Everybody said that you two should just breakup already and stop holding onto something that wasn’t there anymore.

But Luke couldn’t let you go. Why on earth would he let go of someone so perfect, so right for him in more ways than one. You were the one for him. He knew it the moment his eyes fell on yours while you were dancing in that supermarket with your friend at 10pm while almost stumbling into the produce section.

He knew when you looked at him with your spark filled, glistening eyes that he was already wrapped around your finger.

And he was going to try his damn hardest to win you back.

The show had started, the band going through the memorized setlist with ease. But Luke couldn’t help but wander his eyes around the front of the audience, desperately trying to see if you showed up or not, a pang of hurt filling his already aching chest when he caught no sight of you.

“Alright guys we’re gonna sing a new song for you if that’s okay?” Ashton said into the mic, the crowd roaring in response.

“What is it called Michael!” He shouted, banging the drums into a drum roll.

“Broken pieces!” Michael screamed into the mic, causing Luke and Calum to let out a chuckle at his behaviour.

The song began, the melody changing instantly from the rock n roll of American Idiot they just played to something more gentle, more real.

Calum began the song and Luke let his thoughts wander at the lyrics, them reminding him so much of you. He turned around, aiming to get a drink of water to ignore the pain he was feeling due to the song, until he saw you.

Standing there near the backstage with his lieutenant shirt on and some leggings, looking absolutely breathtaking.

You wiped a stray tear at the song they were playing, mirroring Luke’s thoughts as it reminded you so much of you two. His eyes softened at your actions as he mouthed a quick ‘I love you’ to you before slowly turning around, but not before seeing you let out a quick smile and mouthing it back.

He went up to the mic and sang the lyrics for the chorus, frequently casting a glance at you every once in awhile to make sure you were okay.

No one would have thought that Hogwarts would have even allowed the Tri-Wizard Tournament back after what had happened at the previous one - people had died, and evil had come back. But Hogwarts figured it was about time to pull themselves together and do it again, to show that they weren’t afraid and that the previous tragedies had not completely affected their chances for healthy and fun competition.

Michael wanted to put his name in the Goblet of Fire so badly, as if it was the last thing he ever wanted. His friends urged him to, considering he was the most adequate for the Hogwarts champion, but you had begged him not. Of course, he still did it, the Slytherin in him pushing him across the age line and dropping that slip of paper from his hand into the fire. And of course, he was chosen.

The first task went well and Michael came out of it first. You were pacing your room back and forth afterwards, still scared to death of it and nervous for the next one. You heard a slight knock on the door, and Michael’s head peaked through the crack. 

“Hey there,” he said quietly. “Can I come in?”

You nodded, and once he came in and shut the door, you ran over to him and hugged him tight. 

“Michael, I am beyond happy that you’re okay.” 

“I wasn’t going to get hurt Y/N,” he sighed into your shoulder. “I was fine, you know potions are my thing! Besides, I had you in mind the whole time so there wasn’t even a chance for me to screw up.”

“That hardly makes me feel better,” you replied as you pulled away, holding his hand tightly. “You still could have died.” 

“But I didn’t!” he snapped, then sighed again, slightly agitated with your worrying. “Look, I didn’t come to see you so we could fight. I came here to ask you something.”

Michael led you to your bed, and instructed you to lie down, then went to turn out the light. He came back over to you, and he came next to you, quietly whispering, “Lumos.”

Once the spell had left his lips, letters began to form out of little lights on your ceiling, and as you were completely awestruck, it took you a moment to figure out what it said - 

WILL YOU GO TO THE YULE BALL WITH ME?

You gasped slightly, and turned to him where his face met yours. 

“So, what do you say, Y/N? Go to the ball with me?” 

You were off dancing with another student, someone Ashton didn’t even know. It looked like you were having a wonderful time—much more wonderful than Ashton was having. He wanted to come to the Yule Ball with you, but he had heard you already accepted an invitation. This surprised him, as he had thought you two made a pact back in year two that you would be going to the ball together. Pacts get broken all the time, but Ashton never thought a pact with you would get broken. You were the most honest student at Hogwarts he knew. Perhaps that was what he loved about you.

Ashton knew that it was unlikely for you to be anything more than friends, especially after the Triwizard Tournament. You were adamant on the fact that you didn’t want him to put his name in the goblet. “It’s too dangerous, Ash,” you had whispered to him. “If you get hurt—please, just don’t put your name in there.” Your words didn’t affect him much, for he had already made up his mind. He was regretting it now. Because there you were smiling at a boy whom he didn’t know. It should have been him holding your hand. It should have been, but it wasn’t.

Somebody is speaking, he thinks it’s the girl he brought as his date but he can’t be sure. They’re saying something important, something very important, but his mind is elsewhere. Ashton’s eyes are locked on you and your date. He suddenly feels ill, as if someone had spiked his drink with Dizziness Draught. The room wouldn’t stop spinning, or perhaps that was just him and his date dancing. He didn’t know. All he knew was that you were smiling at this strange boy who wasn’t him when it should have been. Ashton had ruined everything with you, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was going to go through the tournament without knowing if you would be there waiting for him. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. What if something goes horribly wrong, and something does happen to Ashton, would you still be there to hold his hand?

“Ashton?” His date is staring at him with a worried expression settled onto her face. “You’ve gone very pale. Are you alright?”

He tried to shake his head, but that made things worse. Gripping onto his date’s shoulder, he tries his hardest not to fall down. His breathing becomes labored, and he feels the sudden urge to throw up. Someone lets out a scream, saying that a student has fallen, and he doesn’t realize it as first but it’s him. He is the one on the floor, his date is the one letting out shrieks. He wants to tell her to calm down, he just fell, it’s not that big of a deal. But then his head starts to ache. Ashton guesses he had fallen and hit his head in the process.

Professor McGonagall rushed over to him within seconds. Everyone was surrounding him, calling his name, trying to get better looks at what had happened. He sees Calum kneeling beside him, and then he sees you right next to Calum. Your date is nowhere to be found, and Ashton has to stop the smirk appearing on his face. “It’s going to be okay, Ashton,” Professor McGonagall says. In the chaos of everything, he hears her mumble that he has been poisoned. You hear it too. Clutching his hand, you start to mumble incoherent words, or maybe Ashton is losing consciousness. Before he shuts his eyes, he feels you press a kiss to his hand and whisper a plea for him to be okay. Ashton thinks he hears you start to say something else, but he blacks out before you can get the sentence out.

When he wakes up, he doesn’t recognize where he is. He was surrounded by beds and beams of light streaming in—he was in the hospital wing. Ashton tried to move around, but a hand placed on his chest stopped him. “Rest now, love, you need it.”

He moves his head slightly to see you smiling at him. “What happened?”

“How much do you remember?” You ask, your hand never leaving his chest.

“The ball. Feeling ill. You and Calum by my side. Everything else is very fuzzy.” Ashton puts his hand on top of yours and squeezes it. “How long have I been out?”

Playing with the end of your tie, you bite on your lip. “A-awhile.”

“(Y/N)…”

“Okay,” you sigh, “you’ve been unconscious for a long time. A few months. You’re in St. Mungo’s.”

Ashton shot up out of bed in a panic. He’s been out of for a few months? This was his worst nightmare. “What month is it? What day?”

“Ashton—”

“What day is it, (Y/N)?”

“26th of February.”

He missed the second task. Ashton actually missed the second task in the tournament. This seriously was his worst nightmare. “Fuck, shit, dammit! Did nobody try to wake me up?!” He’s shouting now, which attracts the attention of nurses who walk quickly into the room. They force him to lay back down in your bed, and suggest that maybe you should leave. You agree with them and start to walk out of the room; however Ashton grabs your hand before you can walk away. “No, please stay.”

Ashton asks you to explain what happened to him, and at first you’re hesitant, but then you’re telling him everything. “They’re not exactly sure what happened to be honest, but they think you were either poisoned with a potion or charmed with something. I’m sorry, Ash. You can’t participate in anymore tasks for Triwizard.”

He nods sadly. He didn’t want to stop the tournament, but there was nothing else he could do. Maybe this was a good thing, maybe this was a way of saying he really wasn’t cut out of the tasks he was about to endure. Ashton believe everything happened for a reason, and this surely was a reason given to him. “Will you stay with him until I get released?”

You smile at him and lean down to give him a kiss on his forehead. “Of course, Ashton. Always.”

And maybe no one had to know that Ashton was secretly really grateful someone tried to almost kill him. It only meant that he got to finally spend time with you, and that was a much bigger award than winning the Triwizard Tournament.