stay || l.h au

3.0

Luke was acting weird, he'd never been like this before and I needed to know why. Right now I couldn't bring myself to it, I felt too hurt about it.

"BITCH GUESS WHAT" Michael shouted as he barged into my room with a Ben&Jerry's in his hands. I looked at him and bit my lip and he almost immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Hey what happened?" he said and sat down beside me, handing me the ice cream. I shook my head and looked at my hands. It was all my fault, if only I hadn't relapsed.

"I-it's nothing, it's stupid" I said. He got up and I watched him with a confused look. He put on a random movie on my tv and then handed me a spoon for the ice cream. Michael then sat down beside me and pulled me into a tight hug. I sobbed quietly into his chest as he played with my hair.

"Shh, it's okay" he mumbled quietly. I couldn't calm down, I only cried even harder so he started singing quietly to me. It calmed me down, until memories came back to me.

I had ended up at Ashton's place, crying my eyes out about something stupid, probably just another dickhead of a guy.
He almost immediately pulled me into a hug calming me down by singing softly to one of my favourite songs, as he always did when I was upset.

I shrugged it off and just tried to focus enough to stop crying.
•••••
I jerked awake and tried to breathe normally. The bad dreams had been coming more and more often now.
I looked down on the floor and saw that Michael was still asleep. I remembered that he had refused to sleep in my bed (which was understandable) and so he had decided he would sleep on my floor since he didn't want to leave me alone. I smiled slightly, at least he cared.
I heard voices from downstairs and since I was a curious bitch I quietly walked downstairs. Luke was there, obviously in the middle of an argument with my mum. They both noticed me and I gave them a confused look.

"Ella..." Luke started and took a step toward me but mum stopped him.

"Don't you dare tell her" she hissed, making me more confused.

"I don't care what you think, I'm gonna tell her anyways" he snapped.

"What are you talking about?" I said and Luke shook his head.

"Ella, you and Michael are siblings. He's your twin-brother" he said, causing my mum to frown.

"What? Does this mean..." I started.

"No Ella, you're not adopted" mum said and I bit my lip lightly. I had to tell him. I had to tell Michael.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"I didn't think you'd ever meet him, but Ella, you can't tell him" she said and I shook my head.

"You can't stop me" I said and hurried upstairs.

**previous day** (this is from Luke's POV)
I walked into Michael's house and walked straight to his room, hoping I'd find him there. But instead I found his mum there, staring in front of her.

"Uhm, where's Michael?" I asked and she gave me a quick look, then shrugged.

"I don't know" she said, the sadness in her voice noticeable.

"Is everything alright, Mrs. Clifford?" I asked her and she shook her head.

"I don't know... Luke can I tell you something?" she asked and met my gaze. I nodded slowly, a lump forming in my throat.

"Michael... He's adopted. You know that girl you've been hanging out with, Ella May? He's her biological twin" she said and gave me a sad smile.
I almost ran all the way to Ella's house. She wasn't in her room, and so I noticed the bathroom door was locked so I lightly knocked on the door.

"Ella are you in there?" I asked and soon she opened the door slightly, only with a towel wrapped around her body.

"Hey could you go get me some clothes? Preferably sweatpants and a hoodie" she said and I nodded then left to get her the clothes. I got her favourite hoodie and some sweatpants then returned to her.
How was I gonna tell her this?
I waited outside the door and soon she walked out. I gave her a quick kiss on her forehead and then followed her to her room.

"What are you doing here?" she asked me.

"I just wanted to hang out with you" I said and smiled. That was obviously a lie. I noticed how the sleeve of her hoodie had slipped up a little, revealing fresh cuts. My smile quickly faltered as I gripped her wrist and pulled up the sleeve even more.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, grateful that I had a chance of avoiding telling her.

"I-I..." she started but I quickly cut her off, a wave of anger hitting me.

"You know what? I can't deal with this anymore! I can't deal with a depressed, psychotic freak like you!" I regretted it as soon as I said it. What had gotten into me? Was I really this upset about knowing she had been lied to all of her life?

W/N: Bet ya didn't expect that huh
So
Twinsies
Yay
ANYWAYS GO COMMENT FOR MY Q&A THANKS ILY xxx