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There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;--- Turn whereso'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

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The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when, the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth. (Intimations of Immortality)

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What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.

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“A local town council vote on whether to let red heads run in their Summer Picnic 3 legged race. This was filmed in support of the YES campaign for Marriage Equality in Ireland.“

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Car crash, part 3 (Luke)

Requested: yeeeeeeeah

Summary: Waiting was the worst thing you knew. In your whole life, you had been waiting. Waiting to end school, waiting for your life to make sense, waiting for someone to love you just as much as you loved them, and of course, waiting for the doctor to open the door to Luke’s room and tell you he would live, he would recover. Though a part of you were, a part which you tried to ignore, told you that wouldnt happen.

Word count: 2060 words

swest2015 said: Hey franddd I was just wondering if you were going to update car crash any time soon? Thanks love! X.

youtubeand5sauce said: hey i love your writing 💞 are you going to write "car crash" part 3?

Anonymous said: PART 3 OF CAR CRASH

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a/n: i love you all a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot

PART ONE | PART TWO

Waiting was the worst thing you knew. In your whole life, you had been waiting. Waiting to end school, waiting for your life to make sense, waiting for someone to love you just as much as you loved them, and of course, waiting for the doctor to open the door to Luke’s room and tell you it was okay to go in there.

Ashton was beside you, tapping his leg nervously with his finger, the rhythm seemed to always be perfect but that was kind of what you would expect from a drummer, right?

“Can Michael walk?” you asked after a while of silence, and Ashton twitched slightly at the sound of your voice, like had forgotten you were sitting next to him.

“No”, Ashton mumbled after a good 30 seconds of silence, “he’ll probably be in wheelchair for a few weeks or months.”

“Oh”, you breathed out.

“It’ll be my fault.”

“Ash-“

“No, y/n, really. If I just had seen the car-“

His voice died out, like he didn’t wanna finish his sentence. You understood. “You were driving in the right speed, right side of the road, you did everything right. Don’t blame this on yourself, Ash, it’s really not your fault.”

He sighed. You knew it was gonna take a while for him to realize it wasn’t his fault, and all you could do was wait and assure him it wasn’t. You would never blame him for something he didn’t do, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t blame himself.

“What are they doing to Luke?” Ashton changed the topic.

“I don’t know”, you answered honestly, “but if I had to guess it would be pumping medicines into his blood or something, trying to stabilize him.”

“How long do you think we-“

“Hey.”

You both looked up at the same time, being met by a tired face belonging to Michael. His eyes were dark, tired and his face was slightly blue and slightly swollen around one of his eyes. He was sitting down in a wheelchair, a nurse behind it. He didn’t look like he enjoyed it at all.

“Michael”, you mumbled, getting up from your chair, walking up to him, unsure whether to give him a hug or just a pat on the shoulder; you didn’t know what would hurt less.

“I can take a hug, but be careful with the back”, he muttered and you let out a sob, carefully reaching down over him, breathing in the scent of him mixed with hospital.

“How are you feeling?” you asked.

“Shit”, he said bluntly, completely honest, “I feel like shit and I can’t walk, I guess that says it all. You?”

“I’ve been better”, you mumbled, “but I guess I’m okay.”

Michael turned his gaze to Ash. “You alright?”

Ashton gave up a very light shrug, “I don’t know, you?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry-“

“Not your fault”, Michael cut him off immediately, “don’t you dare blame yourself.”

Ashton sighed, changing the topic again. “Have you seen we’re all over the news?”

Michael laughed, regretting it as pain flashed over his face, “yeah, I bet.”

Ashton grabbed the magazine he’d put on the floor. “5 seconds of summer in a horrible car crash”, he read, turning his head to you, “so much for giving a shit about you.”

You shrugged, “I’m not the famous one, why would they?”

“5 seconds of summer were in a car with the ex of Luke Hemmings as the car crash happened, injuring all five of them very badly. No information has been out to the world nor is our reporters let in to the hospital, but sign up for all the latest news about 5sos”, he let out a snort, “all for money, right?”

“They didn’t let any reporter in?” you glanced up at Michael’s nurse.

“No”, she said, “for everyone’s safety. It’s your thing to go out in the media, not ours.”

“Thanks”, Michael said, “we appreciate it.”

She nodded. “Anyday.”

From the other end of the corridor, a doctor appeared out from a door, waving at you. “You’re Mr. Hood’s friends, right?” he said and you all nodded at the same time, “well, I’m happy to say the surgery went very good and he’s already recovering. He’s awake if you want to go in and meet him. Briefly though, he needs rest.”

“Yes, please”, Michael said, glancing at his nurse, “can you…?”

“Of course”, she smiled, walking up with him next to you as you walked through the hallway in silence with hurried steps, all three of you trying to get to Calum as fast as possible.

He was half sitting in his bed, staring up at the ceiling with half closed eyes and he barely gave you any attention as you came through the doors.

“Cal?” Ashton asked, “it’s us.”

Calum’s head slowly turned against you, and a smile appeared on his lips. “Hi.”

“Hi”, you mumbled, “how you feeling?”

He hummed quietly, “I don’t know, I think I’ve had so many pain killers I can’t ever feel pain again.”

You let out a short laugh. “Glad you’re speaking at least.”

Calum smiled at you, before letting his eyes run over the other two boys, “where’s Luke?”

Michael stared down at the floor, Ashton at his hands and you at Calum’s bed. “He just woke up”, you had to be the one to answer, “he’s been in a coma. Hit his head real bad.”

“Oh”, Calum mumbled, “he’ll be okay?”

“We hope so.”

Luke mostly slept through the week that followed. You barely had any time to see him, and when you did he was barely awake. You weren’t sure he even knew you were in the room even when his eyes were open and the doctors said it was because of the medicine. You hated the medicine, you hated the doctors for not allowing you to spend more time with him.

You felt a little better, too, and after a week had passed, Michael had been training to stand up again, doing slow progress, but the doctors seemed to think he’d do a full recovery with the right help and training. Calum felt a lot better too, whatever surgery they did it seemed to have helped, but he barely left his bed.

You and Ashton were up and walking the most. He had tweeted out “alive. thank you” but no reporters or anything were let in to the building nor close to your rooms, which was a relief for basically everyone, mostly the boys.

Michael had gone on twitter too, writing out “face as blue as my hair was before. Im alive, and that’s all that matters” and thought he was being real funny with his tweet, and you gave him a smile to assure he was.

Calum was the third one to go online, and his tweet read “heya, im recovering”. Short, and enough.

The fans were going crazy though, because there was no tweet from Luke. Nothing from the other boys either, it was so quiet. You knew you had been going just as crazy as they were if you were them. You thought of writing out that he’ll be fine, but it wasn’t your thing to say, and you didn’t even know. He was recovering, yes, but he had hit his head really badly, and he’d have memory loss, the doctors assured you, and he’d probably have future problems concentrating, learning and other stuff that might or might not disappear with time and the right training. He’d probably have other problems too, and you wanted to be there for him so badly but it was so hard when he barely reacted as you entered the room.

His family spend most of their time, and you quickly heard the story of how the first time he woke up, looked at his mother and asked who are you and she almost fainted at the spot, but the second time he was awake with them, he had sobbed out mum! and it all seemed normal again.

You had some people asking if you were alright too, and you of course gave them the update they wanted. “I’m alive, breathing and doing better, thank you so much for the tweets.”

One and a half week after you visited Calum for the first time, Luke seemed to be awake for real. His family told the doctors they could hold a conversation with him and that his eyes seemed a little brighter, and after that they allowed you to come visit him.

You were nervous, though you didn’t really know why. You opened the door with big care, silently, but the floor creaked as you walked in, revealed your arrival.

Luke looked over at your immediately, and you hadn’t seen his eyes fully opened since before the crash, and you let out a loud gasp, clenching your jaw.

“Hi”, you mumbled and he just stared at you with his deep, blue eyes.

“Y/n”, he said and holy shit, you had missed his voice so badly, so fucking badly.

“How are you feeling?”

He muttered something you couldn’t hear before looking back at you, “felt better.”

“They gave you tons of pain killers too?”

“Aha.”

You walked up, sitting down on the chair next to him, grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

“They didn’t know if you were gonna wake up again”, you mumbled, staring down at your fingers, “I was- oh my god, I was so worried, I-“

“I’m alive”, he said as your voice died out.”

“You shouldn’t have done it.”

“Done what?” His voice was weak and it sounded like it hurt with every word he said.

“Jumped in front of me like that.”

“I don’t remember the car ride”, he mumbled, “but I remember that.”

“You shouldn’t have done it, you could have died.”

“So could you.”

You let out a sob, lifting the back of his hand to your lips, pressing them against his cold skin. “I don’t care, as long as you’re living.”

He let out a breath, “don’t say that.”

“It’s true. Your fans are worried sick, they don’t know if you’re living or if you’re dead.”

“I don’t know either.”

You sighed, squeezing his hand harder. “Luke, I know this is super cliché, but did you hear me before? Just as you woke up at the first time.”

He stared at you for a long time, and you just stared back. His blue eyes had a slight glimpse of the normal sparkle they had, but they were mostly just so very tired. After a while, he nodded very slightly, his voice lower than before as he spoke again, “you said you still love me.”

You didn’t even realize you were crying until a tear left your cheek and landed on your hand. You nodded, letting out a loud sob, “I do”, you mumbled, “I never stopped.”

“We broke up”, he mumbled, but it sounded more like he needed confirmation that was what happened.

“We did”, you nodded.

“I’m so sorry.”

You leaned your head down next to him at the bed, pressing your nose to his side, trying to breathe in the scent of him, but all you could smell was hospital and medicines. “Don’t be, it’s my fault too.”

“I said horrible things.”

“I did too”, you mumbled, kissing his hand again, “I didn’t mean any of them.”

“Me neither”, he mumbled and it sounded like he was crying too, but you never lifted your head to find out if he was or not, “you’re not annoying, you never annoyed me.”

“You were never too much, Luke, never.” You felt the tears fill your eyes, and you tried to blink them away but you couldn’t.

“I never got tired of your voice, I never will.”

You sobbed against his hand, “I’m so sorry it had to end like that.”

“It doesn’t.”

You finally glanced up at him, and yeah, you were right, his eyes were teary. “Doesn’t what?”

“Have to end like that. I never wanted to lose you.”

“I love you”, you mumbled, “I need you, please be okay…”

“I will”, he said, lifting your intertwined fingers up to press his cold lips against your skin. His eyes were closed, a tear running down his eye. “I love you”, he mumbled, “I’ll be okay.”

He would be.

And you would be, too.

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