Inhumanly Handsome {Muke/Cashton}

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AN/ So here's an update ^^ Enjoy!! Oh and I was wondering if like you wanted me to do a Character ask? Because if so then read the AN at the bottom :p There's no smut :p 

“Luke?” A voice called, the voice I knew so well. The voice that belonged to a boy, sick at home in bed.

“NO! No!” I screamed, holding my hands to my ears, sounding out the voice because he wasn’t here. HE can’t be here, this is a dream, another dream.

“Luke!” He calls me, I felt cold hands on mine as he pulled them away from my ears.

“Baby, what happened?” He asks me, I blink and look into his big almost fluorescent green eyes. I shake my head rapidly, willing the thoughts of him to go away, willing myself to wake up in my bed, willing my alarm to go off to tell me it was Monday morning.

“Luke what happened? Calm down baby.” Michael whispers to me. His strong arms pick me up, a wave of coldness comes over me as I get pressed against his chest. This isn’t real, this can’t be real. Michael is sick in bed, I’m sleeping. I must be sleeping.

I held onto Michaels t-shirt tightly, keeping my eyes closed, thinking that maybe just maybe I could wake up from this nightmare if I begged for it hard enough.

“What is that smell?” Michael asks me, I open my eyes and frantically push myself out of his grip.

“Don’t touch me! This is all your fault!” I yell at him, this was all his fault, I don’t care if I was dreaming, it was his fault!

“What’s my fault?” He asks, there’s a ringing noise and Michael pulls his phone out of his jeans.

“Luke ran off? Well I can see that, he’s in front of me, wheezing like a maniac and telling me not to touch him. Also is there a reason he smells like Cum?” Michael asks, I felt the familiar heat of a blush come onto my cheeks as I look down at my vans, my heartbeat slowly slowing down.

“He did what? Like in class?” Michael asks.

“I’ll take him home so he can change.” Michael then says, he puts his phone away and holds his hand out for me.

“M-my mom is home.” I whisper to him.

“You can borrow some of mine.” Michael says, I grab his hand, the cold hand felt refreshing and inviting.

“You calm now?” He asks me, the way he looks over at me with a smirk make me pull my hand away from his.

“Stop fucking smirking at me you asshole! This isn’t fucking funny ok!” I yell at him, people were looking at us on the street.

“And what the fuck are you doing out of bed! Calum said you were sick! Or are you just avoiding me?” I ask him.

“Why would I be avoiding you? No I went to get some medicine.” Michael states, yet I didn’t see a bag from the pharmacy in his hands.

“I don’t know, look just leave me alone. I don’t need you to help me! I don’t need you near me and I don’t need you, you stupid kinky fucking asshole!” I yell at him, Michael’s eyes widen at me and then he gets angry.

“I’m not kinky!” Michael hisses.

“Well your needs are ‘unconventional’ the fuck did Calum mean by that then?” I ask him.

“Shut up will you!” Michael yells at me.

“NO!” I yell at him.

“Then fine! I’m leaving, you can sort your problems by yourself! My private life is private! Why are you such an asshole!” Michael yells at me, he starts walking off so I slump my shoulders.