//That Boy Luke Hemmings\\

Chapter 5

It had been a week since I've been here and everybody's the same. Except Michael. I'm started to get worried. But Calum and Ashton were exactly the same. Luke was being so friendly towards me I don't know why. Does Luke like me? Should I ask him? No, that seems unnecessary. Maybe he's just doing a friendly gesture of some sort.

"So, are you living here now?" Ashton jokes. I shook my head giggling a tiny bit. "Actually you can if you want. We don't mind." Luke smiles from his cheeks, coming from behind me walking towards the couch. He pats the couch for me to sit next to him. I sit in between Michael and Luke on the couch, we were watching tv. I'm not sure what though. We weren't paying attention anyways. Michael was on his phone on the other side of the couch. Wait, was he trying to avoid me? Luke was really close to me staring at something. I was just staring at the floor thinking. Not really sure what I was gonna do next. I look back up to see Michael leave and go to his room. He went up the stairs and entered his room, and he slammed himself onto his door as soon as he closed the door. What got into him?

I looked down only to seeing a sleeping Luke next to me. Why was he tired? It was only 1. He looked so sweet. I try to get up but one of Luke's arm is on my lap. I quietly giggle and move his hand. I creep up towards Michael's room. His door was closed. I pretended to be a ninja because I'm childish. I quickly, yet quietly opened his door. I looked around and Michael wasn't there. I saw a light coming from his bathroom. The door was suprisingly open as well. I peek in to see Michael facing the mirror, with his back facing me so he couldn't see me thankfully.

"Nobody loves you," I hear Michael saying to himself.

"They just wanna use you," he says.

"Worthless," he sighs

"Good for nothing," he makes a motion across his arms. Was he cutting? Oh no...

"You're just a huge burden for everybody, you should just end it all, right here." he whispers the last part quietly.

"Worthless," he sighs, again. He crushes my heart that he was doing this and thinking about himself like that. We all love Michael, I mean, who doesn't right?

I had no idea what I was doing but I ran into the bathroom where he was and grabbed the razor put of his hand. I tossed it on the counter. I looked at him, his facial expression was shocked. We both looked down at his dark blood running down the rest of his arm, dripping down to the sink. Made me sick to my stomach to see Michael like this. It really hurt me.

We were both speechless for two minutes we just looking at each other and then looking back at his bloody arm. "Michael" I sighed slightly crying as I grabbed his arm lightly. He flinched at my touch not knowing what I was gonna do. I just hugged him so tightly not caring about the blood. I knew he wanted comfort. We pushed away at the same time. I touched him arm where is wasn't bloody and rubbed my finger against him. I nicely led his arm to the sink to clean him up.

I forced a smile out from my mouth when he looked at me. I wasn't happy at the moment. I just wanted Michael to be happy. He looked down at the blood running down with the water going down the drain. We finished cleaning the bathroom and him up. I walked to his bed. He sat down as well as I did. "Michael," I sigh. He looked at me for a split second then right back at his arm rubbing each fresh cut. How could he do that? I'm lucky I didn't faint at the sight of blood. I just needed to help him.

"How much did you see me do?" he finally speaks disappointingly. "Everything," I sigh. He looks me in the eyes seeing my worried face. "Brooke, it's okay." he looks deeply into my eyes. "No it's not Michael!" I scream beginning to tear up. He pulled me into a quick hug. "Why do you do that to yourself? You don't deserve it. You're so nice and sweet. Its not fair for you to think that. It hurts me knowing you do that." I whisper while I put my face into my hands. He just rubs his arm in my back for a second. "Its stupid just like everything else that runs their way into my head. Yes I do deserve it. I'm sure it doesn't even affect you."

"Tell me please what's running through your head, you're so mysterious. You can be open to me Michael. Please? And yes it does affect me in the worst ways possible." I sniffle. "Well.. Luke's been so nice to you. And I hate it. I hate Luke. But I don't hate him." He explains. I knew exactly how he felt. "Michael I was in your position a few years ago actually. I was cutting because my family didn't love me. I loved them so much, but the only person that cared about me was my mother. I haven't seen her for two years now. And school was terrible." I felt tears filling up my eyes again. "So, how do you feel about Luke?" he just looks at me getting lost in thought. "Michael. Do you like me?" I studder throwing these words at him. "I do, but that's not all of my problem. I also didn't have family when I was younger. The boys are the family I never had," he forces a smile I can tell. "What's the rest of your problem?" I ask as if we're his therapist. We were both silent. I don't think he wanted to say it. I just gave him as much time as he needed. He knew he could trust me. I look hopefully at him and his slouching body. We share each other's stares for another minute.

"The other part of my problem is that I'm in love with Luke. I can't help it"