imagine michael, sitting by the bedside of a sick, pale, and barely awake luke. michael is gripping luke´s needle clad, bruised hand for dear life. he knows. he knows this is the last time he´ll ever see luke….alive at least. you see, luke had been diagnosed with cancer. he fought for months, receiving treatment after treatment of chemotherapy, numerous operations. but, the cancer was stubborn, and refused to even budge. so many shows and tours were cancelled, and luke felt absolutely horrible, michael reminded him countless times that it wasn´t his fault, that this had to happen in order for him to get better. but he hadn´t gotten better, and now he was on death´s door. calum and ashton were just outside, had gotten their time alone with luke and were no doubt were crying just as hard as michael was right now. his shoulder´s were shaking, and luke squeezed his hand. ¨mikey, you have to promise me something.¨ michael looked up, his eyes red and bloodshot, his cheeks wet from fresh tears. luke took this as an invitation to continue. ¨promise me that you´ll move on. that you´ll find someone else. someone who isn´t sick like me. someone who will make you happy and won´t break your heart like i´m going to. promise me.¨ those words made michael cry even more. ¨PROMIS ME¨ luke´s sudden outburst made michael jump. ¨i-i promise, lu” luke smiled weakly, his heart monitor getting slower. he squeezed michael´s hand as hard as he could, ¨i love you.¨ then, the line went flat.
BECAUSE UNDER ALL THAT PUNK ROCK INSULTING AND CUSSING AND SWEARING AND YELLING AND PUSHING JUST IN GENERAL BEING MEAN TO LUKE, WHEN LUKE STARTED RANDOMLY SINGING AND INTERRUPTED MICHAEL’S CONCENTRATION, MICHAEL JUST LOOKED AT HIM AND GAVE HIM THE SOFTEST, MOST BEAUTIFUL SMILE NOT EVEN AN ANGEL COULD MAKE AND I AM NOW HAVING MUKE FEELS.