gbf // muke

18

Luke's POV.

I stood there with tear stains on my cheeks as I watched the five guys who pretty much ruined my life leave in handcuffs. I had no sympathy for them, though.

All the guys in the hallway were whispering things and watching in disbelief. I stood beside my mum, and Michael was hugging my side. I didn't have to go down to a police station or anything because they already have all the proof they need. I was given an excuse to leave school though, and Michael came with me.

It was silent the whole drive back home, but I just kept my head on Michael's shoulder, with my arms crossed. I couldn't wait to be home, and when we finally got there, Michael pulled me up to my room.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as we laid down, not touching each other, but just facing each other. "I feel safer, but at the same time I feel guilty. I know I shouldn't, but I just sent people to jail." I said quietly, and he nodded. "I understand." He whispered, and I looked up. I curled my arms further into my chest, and he continued to lay on his side, facing me.

I glanced down at his chest, and just thought. I couldn't help it, but everything that those guys did just rushed into my mind. I didn't want to think about it, but it just kinda happened. It was the scariest thing that has ever happened to me, and the scariest thing that ever will happen to me.

I knew I was crying. I could feel tears tickling my cheeks as they ran down them quickly. Michael just laid there, looking at my sympathetically, with one hand resting on my waist, with his thumb rubbing light circles on it. I kinda liked how he gave me space, and just let me cry. He didn't tell me to stop crying, or try to get me to stop, but he just gave me the chance to let it out. That's why I love Michael. He knows I shouldn't keep everything bottled up, and he knows that sometimes it just feels so good to cry.

He made sure it was okay with me before he pulled me into his chest. I cried on his shoulder as I felt him rub my back softly. "Let it out, sweetheart." He whispered in my ear, pecking the area right in front of it. Eventually I was just sniffling, and hiccuping as Michael rubbed my back. I wanna keep crying, but I just can't.

It wasn't long before I fell asleep, but it also wasn't long before I woke up sweating and crying. Michael woke me up by shaking me, and I just fell into his chest. Those guys, as of now, have ruined my life. I can't sleep without Michael waking me up because I was screaming. I also can't sleep without Michael, which i dont know how it's bad. He says he likes to hold me when I sleep, but sometimes I feel clingy, or too dependent on him.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. He hugged me tighter, and shook his head. "You're alright." He whispered back, running his fingers through my hair. "I don't wanna sleep." I said quietly, and he sat up. I sat up beside him, and he glanced down at me. "What's keeping you up?" He asked, and I sighed. "Nightmares about those guys." I mumbled, and felt Michael rub my arm.

"Listen baby. You can't stay up just because something they did. They're in jail now. Everything's going to be okay, and I promise I won't let anybody touch you like that." He said, and I shook my head. "You can promise that." I mumbled, and he sighed. "But I can try-" "Sometimes when you try, Michael, it's not enough." I snapped, and I could tell by his silence that I had made a mistake in choosing my words.

"Whatever Luke. I try to help you, but like you said, when I try it's not enough. So you can stay up crying, and refuse my help all you want." He said, laying back down, his back facing me. I couldn't be mad at Michael for what he said because there was nothing wrong with it.

I knew I kinda screwed up whatever I was trying to say, but I was just mad. I'm mad at Alex's friends, I'm mad that I can't sleep, and I'm just overall tired.

"Hey. Michael I didn't mean that." I said quietly, and I heard him sigh. "I know you didn't mean it." He whispered, and I felt a little better, but still felt like crap.

I laid down, and I was facing his back. I scooted closer to him, and pulled up the blankets over me. I threw an arm over his waist, and snuggled my head into his back. He turned around under my arm, and my head landed on his chest. "Look at me." He whispered, and I gazed up at him. He held my chin with his fingers, and I could tell he was being serious for a minute. "I don't want you to feel unsafe, or insecure, or scared whenever you're with me. When I hold you, I make sure to make you feel as safe as I possibly can. I need you to know that I love you and I would try my very hardest to keep you safe from anybody who was trying to hurt you or disrespect you. I never want to see you hurt, and if I would've knew, or saw what those guys were doing to you, Luke I would've done everything I could've to help you. I love you so much, sweetheart." He said quietly, and I smiled up at him. I stretched up, and kissed his lips.

"Thank you so much, Mikey." I whispered as I felt his arms tighten around my waist. I felt a new sense of comfort wash over me as he snugged his head into my neck, and allowed me to play with his hair until I fell asleep.