Slut | Cake, Lashton, Muke |

Three

"You're doing it again."

I looked down at Michael lying next to me. I sniffled and didn't say a word. I was all sweaty and felt disgusting. I was regretting everything as he said I did.

"But that's okay, babe."

I nodded but quickly shot a look of surprise at him from the mention of the word babe.

"Did you just call me that?"

"Yeah? So? Saying bro would be kinda fucked up, don't you think?"

Oh.

Well what else was I expecting? That he really meant it? Nobody wants to love a slut. And I don't want his love anyway.. I want Calum's.

So I stayed in the bed, not moving. Tears were forming in my eyes again and they dropped off my face onto the blanket covering my naked body.

I started to quietly cry right beside Michael. He didn't say anything though.

And it completely scared me when he took my hand in his and rubbed his thumb on the back side of my hand.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Shut up, Luke. You're sad. I'm comforting you."

I wiped my eyes with my other hand. "Why do you care?"

"Why wouldn't I care?" He kind of snapped at me. He looked so bothered by that question, but he squeezed my hand harder.

"Nobody cares about me." I simply answered.

"You're in a famous band. You're in 5 Seconds of Summer. So many people care about you... Don't be stupid."

Thats when I started to full on sob. Michael pulled me into his arms. "Why are you crying now?"

"Michael, you're the only person who talks to me. Ashton and Calum just want to fuck me and thats it. They never want to talk to me. You're talking to me. It means so much."

He just rubbed soft circles on my back. "Luke, I-" He cleared his throat and seemingly changed attitudes quickly. "I do use you for sex too, you know?"

Why do I keep thinking he's going to say something meaningful? He's not. I need to stop. He uses me just as much as the other boys do.

"I'm gonna go now. I should have left a long time ago." I weakly replied and tried to take my hand out of his grasp.

"Luke, c'mere. Don't leave yet."

He sat up and leaned in, kissing me. Not hard at all, it was the softest kiss I'd ever experienced.

"Why are you doing this? We already had sex."

"I just wanted to kiss you." Michael replied like it was nothing, letting go of my hand.

He huffed a bit and looked down at his hands in his lap. "Okay, well bye."

"You just said don't leave?"

"Well I changed my mind. Bye, Luke."

I just shook my head and left quickly after. I heard him mumble "don't go.." but I didn't listen to him. He was messing with my fragile emotions and I really don't need that right now.

"Luke, wait come back."

I slammed his door shut and ran to my room. I slid down against the door and burried my face in my naked knees. I was only in my boxers at the moment. This is usually all I ever wear..

Why don't I have any self respect? What went wrong with me? Because I fell in love? You'd think that I'd do the normal thing and just try to get with him. But when you're in a world famous band, its not possible. Our fans think they know me, but they don't.