A cake imagine where luke and yourself try to stop calum from smoking and luke breaks down in front of calum becaus he doesnt want him to shorten his life because that would leavr him alone and risk calum's chances at cancer
so i m a g i n e tailing after Luke when he saw Calum attempt to flee out of the club unnoticed. The music of the club went mute in your head as your eyes kept on Luke and all you could feel was nerves and the vibrations of the incredibly loud bass. You couldn’t even hear yourself chant Luke’s name, attempting to stop him. But all you knew was that your throat was straining as you watched Luke escape through the door.
“Luke!” You screamed, exiting the club to enter the cool outside that was the night. You looked around to see Luke stomping over to Calum, who had a cigarette in his one hand and a beer in the other. You watched the fuming blonde go over to the wall Calum was leaned upon and slap the cigarette from his hand.
“Mate, what the fuck?” You walked past the individuals ornate outside the club as you went to see the two boys. Their eyes planted themselves on the scene as Calum glared at Luke. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
“The fuck is wrong with me?” Luke yelled, his eyes widening from Calum’s audacity. “The fuck is wrong with you, smoking and shit like that solely effects you, selfish arsehole!”
“What are you fucking on about, Luke?” Calum seethed, bending down to put his beer on the floor to straighten up and level heads with Luke. His brown orbs started sternly into Lukes, which were burning in his ocean-colored pools.
“Luke–” You tried to grab his forearm, but he was quick to swat you away.
“No, Y/N– fuck off for just a moment,” Luke hissed, keeping his eyes on Calum as he spoke. “You’re being an inconsiderate, conceited prick right now for putting that shit in your mouth and lighting it, okay?”
“No, Calum, get this through your dense fucking skull, okay?” Luke began, his face reddening as he strained his voice. “I’ve told you this way too many times before, and it makes me fucking upset to keep repeating myself. Stop fucking smoking. Stop that stupid shit already, it’s not fucking cool.”
“I’m not doing it to be cool, Luke!” Calum exclaimed, raising his bushy eyebrows at the fuming Aussie before him. “I’m fucking stressed out and you know it.”
“Better stressed out than fucking dead, Calum!” Luke yelped, his voice breaking. You knew he was reaching his peak. In the dark, the moonlight gave you access to see the coat of tears around Luke’s eyes. “You’re shortening your fucking life because you’re a little stressed?”
“It’s not just a little bit–”
“Stress fucking ends at some point, alright,” Luke lectures, his hands shaking an immense amount from his nerves and angers. This was a side to Luke everyone was terrified about, and it was overwhelming. “But it does fucking end. Your life– it ends and then that’s it. You can’t fucking fix it by coming back to life. You can’t do shit after you’re dead because you’re fucking dead!”
“He’s right you know, Calum,” you spoke softly, having Calum divert his eyes to you. “You will die if you keep smoking the amount you do.”
“I’m not even smoking that much, fucking hell,” Calum tried to fight. “It’s nothing to get overworked about–”
“You’ll get fucking cancer and feel an excruciating pain that won’t stop,” Luke screamed, his voice exiting his mouth weakly. His bottom lip began to quiver, its rouge entity uncontrollably flicking up and down. “The fucking worst part about it that you won’t even feel it.”
“We’ll feel the fucking pain, Calum!” Luke cried, finally allowing tears to stream down his cheeks. He fronted Calum, clinging his weak hands onto his strong shoulders as he gripped them tightly. “You’ll fucking die and I, Y/N, Michael, Ashton– everyone who fucking loves you will die with you. Our hearts with disconnect with yours and an endless void will ensue and eat us alive in our fucking conscious!”
Luke began whimpering, his vision blurred by the uncalled-for salt water around his eyes. His fingers began dragging down as he slowly began falling. They slid down Calum’s shirt as Luke fell to his knees. His hands dropped to the concrete ground, feeling the rough, processed rock dent into his palms and bring him incomparable pain.
“You… asshole…” Luke cried, letting out strong, painful cries as you quickly bent down and wrapped your arms around him. Calum looked down in pure shock, his mouth going dry as he stared. You rubbed the lanky boys back, hoping to ease his whimper as he let out his sorrow. Sniffles escaped his nose like jolts, the loudness becoming the only sound as the people around silenced themselves.
“Mate, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry–” Calum was quick to bend down as well, and wrapped his arms around Luke. He smashed his forehead against his, the raven locks mixing with the ochre ones as their eyes met. Luke’s were developing into a pink, puffy disgrace around his broken ocean eyes as Calum studied his with his chocolate ones. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Calum’s apologies left as whispers, wisps of noise that held a loudness that couldn’t be louder than anything in the world. The boys held onto one another, their shirts residing in their clenched fists as they kept nodding and exchanging words of sentiment. And in that moment, still, the cigarette smoke sat from afar, it’s smoke still releasing itself into the cruel, cold world.
