Static Sound (Muke)

ten

// ten // michael //

I woke up in his arms that next morning, slept perfectly through the night with no disruptions or disturbance. Luke was a kind sleeper, he held still during the night and never made the slightest sound. It was weird to find youself in someones arms right when you wake up, you feel comforted and safe with them, which I'd never felt before.

We were both spread out across the bed with the sheets pulled off and Luke drooled on his pillow with Daniel in hand. His hair was messy and all over the place, stuck with static and soft.

Luke startled himself awake and sat up in bed real quick. He scared me, jolting himself up to sit, propping himself up to sit correctly. He gulped.

"You alright?" I asked him, my voice wasn't quite there yet, it sounded raspy and stale.

He looked down to me, slowing down his breathing. "Yeah, bad dream."

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Soon after we woke, I gave him clothes to borrow and sent him back home to Ashton. I asked him if he wanted to stay because of Ashton, but he told me that he needed to go and that he'd be fine. I said goodbye and he'd gone on his way.

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I didn't see him at all until school started back up again after Spring Break. His face began heeling, I couldn't imagine how hard it must've been to get himself out the door the morning knowing that he had a beaten lip and bruised eye. To my surprise, his eye didn't look half bad, just a slight purple mark right in the crease. As for his lip, it was nearly back to normal, just slightly swollen and discoloured. He was able to put his stud back in, which he was awfully proud of to show off around the campus today.

The three of us met in the front of the school and walked inside to go to our lockers.

Even from the bottom of the stairs I could hear screaming and yelling, the sound of a bloody murder. We all ran to where it was all coming from, to see Harry pounding Zayn against a locker, holding onto his collar with one hand and throwing a punch with the other.

The fight was happening directly in front of Zayn's and Luke's lockers, circled by other school kids including Liam, Louis, and Niall. Louis was trying to join in on the fight, while Liam was comforting Niall who seemed hurt.

Zayn was helpless in Harry's hands. "That's the last straw Malik, the last fucking straw!" He raises his voice, pushing him harder on the locker. It makes a huge crashing noise, probably denting his own locker. "You think it's funny to fucking mess with whoever you want? Especially one of your best friends who you've known since fucking primary school? It's not, you dick!" Harry grips him tighter around the collar, now with the both of his hands.

"Harry.. Harry.. I'm sorry, just put me down, mate.." He chokes.

"Not until you fucking knock this shit off!" Harry yells.

"Don't try to control me!" Zayn yells, straining his neck to get in Harry's face, clenching his teeth as his veins get tight and cheeks turn red. "I'll do whatever I fucking want!"

Harry let's go of him for a split second, but only to bring his entire arm up and trap his neck under his forearm. His elbow is crushing his throat and making it irritating to breathe. "Then you're out." Harry whispers, thick accent and harsh tone.

"No," Zayn whispers back as he's choking, eyes turning red and going out.

"You're out!" Harry pushes tighter on him and smashes him on the wall once again. Zayn's entire face has gone a burning red, looking scary as his eyes roll back and tears start coming.