coffee & vinyl // muke au

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Michael works at a record store, Luke works at a Starbucks. One day their worlds collide and the rest is history. ~ WARNING: This Story Contains: Stalking Hospitalization Sex Near-Death Experiences Death Mentions Of Rape Non-Graphic Rape Use Of Deadly Weapons Bombings


23. Chapter 20

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient and waiting for this chapter. I love you all and hope you enjoy it. :))


December 26th

*Third Person POV*

"Mum, I think he's waking up!" Jack whisper-yelled.

Luke's eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the light in the room.

Not too long after, he sighed deeply.

"I'm alive?" He croaked out.

"You did it, Luke. You won." Jack said hugging Luke lightly since he'd probably hurt him if he attacked him in a bear hug.

Liz was also in the room, crying tears of joy that her baby was alive. She was holding his face in her hands as she tried to stop crying. She rested her forehead against his and spoke,

"God I'm so glad you're okay Lukey. I'm so proud of you, you fought to survive and you won."

She kissed him on the cheek and wrapped her arms around him gently.

Everybody was so incredibly happy that Luke was alive, except for Luke himself.

He hadn't spoken to anyone directly since he woke up. He was staring down at his hands and fumbling with the hospital bracelet he had around his wrist. He was trying to remember every little detail about Michael from his dream.

Was it even a dream?

"Mum?" He asked quietly.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Is Mikey dead?" He blurted out.

Just asking made his stomach turn.

"Why would you think that? Last I heard he was getting ready to fly back to the US. He flew all the way here for your funeral." Liz answered.

Luke gained just the tiniest bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, Michael was alive.

But how could he ever be alive?

"Sweetie? Do you want me to ask the nurses to contact him?" Liz asked.

Luke nodded.


Liz went to the front desk to ask if they could contact Michael. She didn't care about Michael at all, in fact, he was the reason Luke had to go through this whole thing.

"Hello, could you help me with something?"

The secretary/nurse smiled and agreed to help.

"My son is a patient here and he was just wondering if you could contact someone to let them know he's here," Liz said wishing Luke would just forget about Michael and move on.

"Of course. What's the name?" The secretary asked.

"Michael Clifford," Liz said, disgusted that she even had to say his name.

He hurt her baby and he deserves to think Luke is dead.

The secretary looked confused as she typed something into her computer.

"I'm sorry ma'am but is this him?" She said turning her screen so Liz could see it.

On the screen was a red-haired boy named Michael G. Clifford. When Michael met Luke, his hair was colored reverse skunk, when Luke left for tour, it was blue, and while Luke was gone, Mike had dyed it red. Before Luke was due to come home, Michael had bleached his hair back to simple blonde. Luke could never shut up about how excited he was  to get to go home and run his fingers through Mikey's soft blonde hair. 

 After Liz nodded, the secretary spoke with a sad tone.

"Ma'am I'm very sorry to say we have a death certificate for this man." She told Liz.

"Michael? Good god, he can't be dead. He was alive and well just a couple days ago." Liz said in disbelief.

She may not care about Michael, but she did care about Luke. She was gonna be the one who had to tell him that Michael is dead.

"He died last night. Apparent suicide by overdose. I'm very sorry for your loss. Is there anyone else you'd like me to contact?" She asked Liz.

Liz shook her head and walked back to Luke's room, silently thinking up a speech so she could break the news to Luke. When she entered his room, Jack was sitting on the chair next to Luke's bed and telling him about everything he's missed. Liz walked over to Luke who still wasn't showing any emotion or reacting to anything Jack was saying.

"Jack, could you give us a minute?" Liz asked Jack nervously.

Jack nodded and walked out into the hall.

"Lukey, we need to talk," She told Luke.

"About what? Are you about to tell me Mikey is dead? Save the fucking speech where you pretend to feel sorry for me." Luke said before turning over and covering himself with the thin hospital blanket.

"But how did you know?" Liz asked confused.

"I was with him. When I was in surgery and I almost died, I was with him." He said calmly.

"I'm sorry honey," Liz told him with true sadness in her eyes.

"No, you aren't. Please leave, I want to be alone," Luke told her as kindly as he could manage.

Liz didn't even respond before walking out into the hall.

Luke began to cry as soon as she left the room. He wanted to go home. Not back to his room that hides the infamous pink speakers or the house he shared with his two best friends. He wanted to go HOME. Back to the house he shared with Mikey. He wished that he could go back to the first time they hung out. When he entered Michael's house and was greeted by Bo, the happiest dog he's ever met. When they had a two-person dance party then ate a whole pizza together. When they fell asleep in each other's arms and woke up together.

He needed to be with Mikey again.


*A Couple Weeks Later*


January 22nd

*Luke's POV*

I had been in the hospital for almost a month now and I was more than ready to go home. The doctor had insisted I stay here until I was almost fully healed so they could keep an eye on me. I'd started using a prosthetic leg and it had been really hard to get used to having it. I'd walked with it a couple times and I'd gotten pretty good at it over the last couple days. I had lots of free time so I'd walk around in the hallways and go visit some of the other patients I've gotten to meet.

I'd gotten to watch a whole lot of crappy hospital tv and eat way too much hospital food. I've been in and out of the hospital so many times this year I don't even flinch when I have to eat the food here anymore. I may have also charmed one of the nurses into sneaking french fries in for me from McDonalds. You gotta do what you gotta do.

I still felt sad most days but I tried to laugh and smile like Mikey would want me to. It was hard to stay happy. Mikey could make me happy so quickly, he made happiness an easy thing to feel when I was around him.


Jack drove us to the airport and helped me carry my things. I still wasn't as strong as I wish I was but I was slowly building up my strength as the days go by. We had decided Jack was going to go back to California with me for a couple weeks until I get settled back in and feel comfortable on my own. I didn't completely trust myself on my own yet so it was nice to know he'd be around.


When we arrived at the airport I was mobbed by fans and paparazzi. Everybody was shouting questions and throwing themselves at me. Multiple cameras were in my face and I didn't know how to handle it.

I tried hard to maintain my emotions but I couldn't do it anymore. I was being shoved and pushed around and my prosthetic leg couldn't keep me up. I fell to the floor and curled up into a ball. I wanted it all to end, I didn't want to feel anymore pain.

"Luke, why did you get to survive but not your band mates?"

"Luke! Please take a picture with me!"

"Luke, what was it like being held captive for almost a month?"

"Luke can you please sign my ticket!"

"Luke, you've just lost all of your friends and everyone has to be wondering, how are you feeling?"

I needed everybody to just stop.

I could hear Jack and the security guards screaming at everyone and trying to get a space cleared to get me out. Not long after, I felt myself being lifted into a wheelchair and wheeled away from the crowd quickly. We successfully got through the airport security and got all our stuff onto the plane. Once we were in our seats I decided to go through Twitter and see how the fans were doing. They'd lost their family just like I had.

Luke5SOS: Hey guys, I hope you're all doing alright. I love you guys, stay strong. :-)

I looked through my timeline and saw everyone tweeting me incredibly nice things. I went to see what was trending and was shocked when I saw #StayStrongLukeWeLoveYou trending number one worldwide. I felt tears build up in my eyes and my heart felt so happy and loved. Turns out I hadn't lost everyone I loved, my fans were my family. We would all get through this together.


January 23rd

*Luke's POV*

When I arrived home this morning everything was exactly how I last remembered it. Michael had told me he never liked change. Changing his furniture around was rare in his house unless it was to replace something broken. I walked into his bedroom which had become ours, the bed was messy and there were blood stains all over the floor. I walked into the bathroom and discovered that the mirror on the wall had been shattered. Michael had punched the mirror and cut up his hand in the process. I can't imagine how he must have felt when he found out what happened. Jack had told me that Cayla was the one who had broken the news to Michael. How did Michael never suspect that Cayla had anything to do with what was happening? I'd left Michael in danger without even knowing it.

My only priority had been to protect Mikey. I had failed at the one thing I swore to myself I would do for the rest of my life.

*Later That Day*

I was sitting in the living room on the couch working on a new song. It had been hard for me to write lately but I felt inspired today. I wrote about Michael and how much I missed him. I know when I sang, Michael could still hear me. He always loved it when I sang to him, I would admire how his face lit up whenever I sang a lyric that was obviously about him. He told me he played guitar and he promised to sing me a song one day when he was confident enough to let people hear his voice. I would have never pegged him as the type to play guitar but he told me he learned how to play after realizing how good he was at Guitar Hero. I actually had the chance to play him at GH once and he kicked my ass. He was a master on the guitar and I always told him he should join a band or just do something to show everyone his talent but he was always too insecure about everything he did to ever let anyone know he could sing or play.


I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it!" Jack shouted from the kitchen.

He walked to the front door and greeted whoever was there.

"Luke you have a visitor!" Jack said happily.

When I turned around to see who was there I saw Bo running happily toward the couch with an envelope in his mouth.

"Bo!!!!!" I said happily as he jumped onto the seat next to me.

I hugged him tightly and ran my hand down his back. I took the card from his mouth and opened it carefully.

"Get well soon. :)" It read.

It was signed by Bo's paw and our neighbors.

They'd been dog sitting him ever since Michael left for Australia. I felt like Bo was all I had left of Michael even though I knew that wasn't true. Michael loved this dog so deeply and I know Bo loved him as much as the rest of us.

Our neighbor, Sarah, walked in behind Bo and greeted me.

"Hey Luke, how have you been? I heard what happened to Michael, I'm so sorry." She said seeming truly sad.

"I've been okay. Thank you for taking care of Bo for so long. I hope he wasn't too much of a pain." I told her.

"He was an angel. If you need time to heal we can take care of him whenever you need. We're always around." She said thoughtfully.

"Thank you, Sarah. It means a lot." I said with a smile.

"Well I've gotta go pick the kids up from school but if you need anything just give me a call," Sarah said hugging me.

"I will," I said before saying goodbye.

When she left I returned to working on my song as Bo sat by my side. He whined as he sat with his head resting on my thigh. He must be wondering where Michael is and hoping he'll be home soon. In a way he made it feel like Mikey was here with us but at the same time, he made me miss him just that much more.


I finally finished my song and although it was a sad one, I was proud of it. I was proud of myself for finally beginning to try and be happy and for finally being able to write again. I grabbed my guitar from its stand in our bedroom and pressed record on my phone. I wanted to post this so all the fans could know that I knew how much pain they felt but that in the end, we'd make it through this together.


Yes, I do, I believe
That one day I will be
Where I was right there
Right next to you

And it's hard
The days just seem so dark
The moon and the stars
Are nothing without you

Your touch, your skin
Where do I begin?
No words can explain
The way I'm missing you

Deny this emptiness
This hole that I'm inside
These tears

They tell their own story

Told me not to cry when you were gone
But the feeling's overwhelming, it's much too strong

Can I lay by your side?
Next to you, you
And make sure you're alright
I'll take care of you
I don't want to be here if I can't be with you tonight

I'm reaching out to you
Can you hear my call?
This hurt that I've been through
I'm missing you, missing you like crazy

You told me not to cry when you were gone
But the feeling's overwhelming, it's much too strong

Can I lay by your side?
Next to you, you
And make sure you're alright
I'll take care of you
I don't want to be here if I can't be with you tonight

Lay me down tonight
Lay me by your side
Lay me down tonight
Lay me by your side
Can I lay by your side?
Next to you


{Lay Me Down by Sam Smith}


*Third Person POV*

In the year 2023 when Luke was 28 years old, he decided to adopt a baby boy. He always wanted to be a dad and he was okay with being a single dad. He didn't want to raise this baby with anybody else. He named his little boy Michael Gordon Hemmings, because even if half the world didn't believe it, Michael was this baby's dad just as much as Luke was. He'd never be lucky enough to meet him or get to hear stories about how many different times he had colored his hair but Luke would make sure he knew how amazing his dad was.


November 20th, 2037

Michael was now 14 years old and he began asking more and more questions about his dad. For his dad's birthday, they went and visited his grave for the day. He'd asked Luke how he'd met Michael and how they had ended up together. Luke had told him the entire story, of course from his own point of view and not Michael's but I think both stories were equally as amazing since the ending was always that they had ended up together.

"So that's how you and dad met?" Michael asked still taking in the story.

Luke nodded while taking a sip from his water bottle.

"All because of coffee and vinyl,"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: I'm truly speechless right now and don't know how to start this note. This was the last chapter of 'Coffee & Vinyl' and I can't put into words how thankful I am for every single person who has read it. I'm getting so emotional right now and I just can't believe this story is over. It may seem like nothing to some of you guys but this is my first completed fic and I never thought I would get to know how the story ended. It's been a hell of a rollercoaster ride that's for sure. As most of you know, this story is published on Wattpad, AO3, and Movellas. With all 3 sites combined this story is almost at 5K reads. That is absolutely incredible and I can't thank you guys enough. Whenever I'm feeling down I come back and read old comments because seeing your guys' reactions is my favorite part of every day. I've loved every moment of this story and I'll never forget how much each and every person who read this story has changed my life. I love you all. Thank you for everything.






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