promise//a muke one shot

promise

{trigger warning}

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After telling Calum and Ashton goodnight, Michael and Luke walked into their shared hotel room, Luke plopping face first down on one of the soft beds. He wasn't even that tired, but they had a show the next day, so he knew he had to rest up. He took his shoes off, his pants following behind. As he snuggled into the covers, he looked up at Michael, who was digging through a bag for his phone charger.

"Mikey?" He asked.

"Yeah?" Michael responded, plugging up his phone.

"Will you sleep with me tonight? I don't want to sleep by myself." Luke asked innocently.

"Luke, you won't be alone, the beds are next to each other." Michael told the younger boy, as he removed his own shoes and pants.

"Please? I get lonely, I've been really sad lately and I could really use one of your cuddles. You give the best cuddles." Luke pleaded, holding his arms out and making grabby hands at Michael, which he thought was really damn adorable.

Michael smiled and got into the bed next to Luke, pulling the blonde boy closer to him, wrapping an arm around his slim waist.

"Knew you'd cuddle me." Luke said, smiling into Michael's shoulder.

"How did you know?" Michael asked, rubbing Luke's back.

"You never say no." Luke responded.

That was true. Ever since Michael and Luke became friends and Michael learned Luke's secrets, he (and the other boys) developed a need to protect him. Luke was a very vulnerable and sensitive person, so they looked after him like older brothers. Which Luke already had two of them, so sometimes it would get annoying, but he knew they loved him and wanted to take care of him.

When Luke's girlfriend broke up with him when he was sixteen, it messed him up. He loved that girl, and her dumping him made him feel like she ripped his heart right out of his chest and stomped on it in front of him. He cried for days, locking himself in his room and refusing to talk to anyone.

Anyone but Michael.
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Michael remembers slowly walking into Luke's room, seeing the broken boy laying in his bed, with his hair disheveled, eyes red, and tear stained cheeks. His heart broke seeing him like that, despite the fact that he didn't like Luke two years prior. All of that was behind them, and they were the best of friends now. He remembers climbing in bed next to Luke, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight as he began to cry again.

"I loved her, Michael. Why did she do this? What did I do to her? Why does she hate me?" Luke asked as he sobbed into Michael's chest.

Michael tried to soothe him the best he could, but sadly he had no answers for the younger boy.

"You didn't do anything, Luke. You don't deserve her." He told him.

"But I want her. Why did she leave me for someone else? What does he have that I don't? Luke replied, sniffling.

"Lukey, don't worry about them. She's just not for you. She didn't deserve you, you treated her too good. You are so much better than her and him." Michael whispered into Luke's blonde hair.

"I love you, Mikey." Luke told him, clutching onto his shirt like he wad afraid to let him go. "Please don't ever leave me."

"I love you too, Luke." Michael said, wiping a tear that had fallen from Luke's eye. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise."