Static Sound (Muke)

twenty seven

// twenty seven // michael //

"Without you, I was fucking lost.."

"Shh.. Shh.. Don't.." Luke whimpers, closing his eyes as I hold my breath.

He's dotting my spine with one hand while using the other to prop my head up. He kisses my cheek, collapsing onto me.

There was no way to sincerely express the way it all felt; all I could say was that I couldn't breathe. My world was enclosing on me by the second, and I could live a second without the feel of Luke's hair in my fingers and his lips pressed to my lips. He was silent, also not letting me speak while he rubbed my rip cage with all his hands and poured all the passion he held into the moment.

Ashton and Calum don't treat us differently. They take us as normal people and know who the real us are, despite our sexuality. My mum and his mum certainly support us, but my dad hates me. He's refused to speak to me, and somewhat to my mother as well. I pretended I didn't care, though, I let him think what he wanted. It hurt my feelings, absolutely, but there wasn't anything I could do about it.

I drop my head, leaving my neck wide open. He leans in, breathing hot air over it and relaxing my body. I wrapped my fingers around the back of his collar, scratching it with my nails while he kept roughly playing with my hair and returning the favour of leaving, making up for everyday he missed.

I needed this, I needed it more than ever. And the moment was beautiful.

"Mikey?" His voice makes my heart skip a beat.

"Yes?" I ask, sit up off of him and look at his eyes.

His eyes aren't looking at mine, though, they're glued to my left arm. I quickly swipe it away, but before it's out of his sight he clutches it. I feel my throat get real tight, suddenly it was hard to breathe. I watched as his eyes got wider and got damp. He let his head down, leaning it into my shoulder with his fingers running slowly up the scars I'd made on my wrist.

"Why did you do that?"

I unwillingly started crying. "I don't know," I whisper with a cracked sound.

We both sat in silence with our foreheads pressed together soaked with warm tears.

After a minute or two, he looked back down at the scars and touched them, grabbing my arm and holding it to his face. A few tears burn the area right before he lets his lips sit across it, sending a sensation into my veins that strips across my arm and up to my shoulder, filling up the holes and sealing the spots of pain and agony.

Once he pulls my arm out from under his mouth, he avoids my eyes but starts speaking. "Are you happy?"

I think for a second. "Yes."

I wasn't lying, I absolutely was happy. Luke made me happy, and I hurt myself because when he was gone I was unhappy.

Luke kissed the scars one more time. "That's all I care about."

I grin at him, wiping my eyes.

"Are you happy?"

He has watery eyes. He drops his head with a grin, then crashes his lips to mine. "Of course,"