21. Waiting Game

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Oh my god you guys are hating on me!!!!111!!1!!

Jk I understand your pain from all the other fanfics I've read so you are not alone

But I promise it'll be okay for both Luke and Michael trust me

You have my word xx

also, I will be alternating POVs so I apologize if you all get super annoyed by it

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Luke Hemmings

I was awoken to the low pitter patter of the rain and the song '1 2 3 4' by Feist playing in the background. I snuffed and rubbed my dry eyes, wincing slightly at the pain in my eyes. It felt like tiny daggers poking at my eyes. "Hmph," I whimpered out and kept rubbing my eyes before slowly blinking. I wiggled out of bed reluctantly, seeing that I was in the same clothes as last night. Michael's shirt and my boxers. I brought the collar up to my nose and inhaled deeply, letting out a quivering breath once his scent filled my mind. A light knock sounded across the room and I whipped my head towards the door, rushing to open it but it was Ashton.

"Sorry you weren't expecting who you thought I was, but I have brekkie downstairs if you're hungry," He smiled apologetically and I nodded. "Okay," I mumbled and walked down the steps running a hand through my now flat hair only to have the strands fall back down to my forehead. I huffed lightly and blew upwards, rubbing nose since I got the stuffies. "C'mon Luke. You gotta eat and not be depressed and also hope that Michael is coming over," Ashton encouraged as he pushed me into the dining room. His name bringing brought up and 'is coming over' being in the same sentence gave me that small shine of hope.

"Is he really?" I bit my lip as I turned to face him. "At least that's what Calum's saying. He's apparently trying to plan out what he'll do," He shrugged and I smiled slightly. "Okay," I said softly and went into the dining room, seeing a plate of French toast and syrup splayed on the table. I grabbed the plate and the cup of pink/strawberry milk, going back up the steps after retrieving the needed things. I bumped the door open with my hip and slowly walked in, making my music louder. "Hold on tight, this ride is a wild one," I sang along with the song 'Missing You' by All Time Low. Convenient timing really, thanks phone.

I gently set down my glass and plate on my cushioned window seal before going into my dresser and grabbing out the box of matches, making sure to shake it. "Only one left," I mumbled and bit my lip. Michael and I would usually use the candles in my lower drawer before sleeping because I'd have some difficulty sometimes and he always knew what to do. "Fuck," I whispered and wiped the stray tears that managed to slip out.

I slowly walked towards the window seal and lit the match before lighting up the vanilla scented candle that was up upon the small space by the window. I shook out the flames and tossed the match and box into the bin, setting my cup on the small space and sitting down on the cushioned seal. I looked out the window, droplets slowly rushing down the window as it poured harder than before. I leaned my head against ten cold glass and munched slowly at my French toast, the song slowly fading out to another which was 'Let It All Out' by Relient K playing afterwards.

Ashton put on my sleeping/rainy days playlist didn't he? I giggled lightly and sighed weakly, staring down at the now drenched driveway that did not hold Michael's car nor his motorcycle. I wish it did though. I wished a lot today. Like how everything could've been a nightmare but reality bit me on the ass and told me no. I nibbled at my bottom lip feebly as my eyes teared up again. Last night and today was and still is full of tears and overwhelming want for a boy who probably doesn't even love me anymore because I was stupid enough to run out on him other than being a good boyfriend and helping him cool down.

Though, my idiotic fear and sensitiveness got the best of me and practically screamed for me to run out of the building before more shit happens. Thanks me. I close my eyes as the warm tears slowly started sliding down my flushed cheeks, clutching onto the end of my/his sleeves, wishing I were holding his hand. "Michael," I whimpered out and nibbled at the sleeve, only to sip at my milk so I would calm down. Thunder suddenly struck as I gasped loudly, dropping my glass and spilling the milk all over my carpet. "Shit," I swallowed and ran off to grab some tissues from the bathroom.

I heard another struck of thunder, the lights flickering and causing me to squeak before darting into my room, throwing myself under the covers and quivering. The music wasn't loud enough to sooth me and my stuffed unicorn wasn't enough support. I keened loudly at the sound of louder lightning, clutching my eyes shut tightly.

"Michael, Michael, Michael be here please."

Michael Clifford

"Michael, it's thundering," Calum poked his head into the room and I pulled my earphones from my ears. "Seriously?" I questioned and thunder struck after I had said it. "Fuck," I cursed and rushed into my closet, throwing off my sweats and sweater only to change into some muscle tank, ripped skinnies and a leather jacket. I hastily started jumping around to tug on my black boots, hopping out of the closet in the process. "What's the rush, Clifford?" Calum asked, genuinely and obviously confused on my behalf of rushing.

"Luke's scared of thunderstorms," I muttered, trying to tie the laces with shaky hands. "Oh....Good luck mate," He nodded and patted my back as I stood up, seeing his face scrunch up at the sight of my face before grabbing glasses from off my nightstand and slowly sliding them onto my face. "Let's hope Luke doesn't end up freaking out over your bruises," He chuckled and I rolled my eyes from behind these shades. "I'll see you then," I waved and darted down the steps, grabbing the keys for my motorcycle in the process of running into the garage.

"C'mon c'mon," I murmured as I repeatedly pressed the button for the damn garage to open. I grabbed my motorcycle from the side, seeing the rain pour and thunder light up the grey clouds in a deathly crack. Luke must be terrified right now and I'm not their to help. I shook my head and practically said 'fuck it' to the helmet as I swung my legs over the motorcycle and zoomed out of the garage, cold rain falling around my body.

I held on tight to handles, my knuckles turning white as house buildings and trees flew past my vision, already soaking wet from all the rain that's been pouring on me, another searing crackle that caused me to stop for a bit because I swear I was struck by lightning. I shook my head, water flying everywhere only to go faster towards Luke's house. He has to be okay.

He has to wait for me.

Luke Hemmings

I flinched at the loud sound of lightning and peeked my head out, quivering vigorously by this point. I crawled out of bed and slowly onto the window seal, the blanket wrapped tightly around my shoulders like a cape. I had to look out for Michael. The silver lining of hope was still there and he should be coming by now because he knows me better than myself. "C'mon Michael," I whimpered softly as I looked out the window, seeing nothing but my car covered in rain and the pavement now black from how wet it was.

I squeaked and jumped back at the bright strike of thunder that lit up the dark grey clouds. I desperately looked out as quick as possible, clutching onto my blanket tightly, sensing thunder again. "Where is he?" I whimpered weakly, scrambling up onto the bed and covering my ears so I wouldn't have to hear the thunder again but it wasn't enough to block the loud crackle. I let out a cry and covered my face quickly, my breathing becoming shallow and my body quivering like crazy. I sobbed weakly, my head suddenly whipping up to the sound of Michael's motorcycle over the pouring rain and the sound of banging.

I rushed down the steps as fasts as my legs could carry and threw open the door, seeing none other than...

"Princess," He breathed.

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yes that's a cliffhanger but I decided not to be a bitch and I put up this chapter

is just not the chapter you guys want

it's the cliffhanger chapter huehuehuehue

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Love Always

~S xP

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