Jail Birds | Muke AU |

Chapter Two

[Michael's POV]

I try to ignore the pounding in my head as I roll over on my bed, groaning. I squint with half open eyes, the bright light making my headache even worse. I can hear a slightly muffled voice yelling, but I ignore it, rolling over and burying myself in my blankets.

I hear footsteps coming towards me, and suddenly cold water is being poured all over my face. I jump out of my bed, spluttering and freezing but wide awake. I turn to my flatmate, Calum, who's laughing his ass of with an empty glass in his hands.

"Why the fúck did you do that?" I glare at him.

"You said we would go and visit Eric and Duncan at the station," He tells me sternly, "So you probably shouldn't have got so drunk last night,"

"Okay, thanks, Mom," I reply sarcastically.

He laughs as he flips his imaginary long hair and walks away, wiggling his hips. I shake my head, chuckling as I pull on a pair of skinny jeans, some old band tee and a jacket, rubbing my eyes as I stumble into the kitchen, gulping down a headache tablet and a cup of water before heading out.

We quickly jog down the street, laughing as we see a few friends passed out on the street. "Must've been a sick party, too bad I don't remember much." I mumble to Calum as we shake them awake, yelling in their ears as they grumble sleepily.

We reach the station just as it starts raining, so we enter a little too enthusiastically, our hair a little wet and our noses a faint pink colour. An officer at a desk looks up at us, sighing as he puts out his cigarette. He raises an eyebrow and I tell him who we're here to see.

He sighs again as he waves us through, and continues typing on his computer but when I walk past and look at the screen over my shoulder I see he's just on google search hitting random letters on his keyboard.

I jog a little to catch up with Calum, and ruffle his hair as I stand beside him. I nod timidly at Duncan and Eric. Even after knowing the guys for so long, I still find them intimidating with their tattoos and broad shoulders and how their breaths always stinks of cigarettes.

Calum quickly leaps into an animated conversation with them, so I shove my hands in my pockets and glance around a little. My eyes travel over the walls of the cell, past the tiny window, the graffiti and the crumbling bricks until I spot the figure hunched over in the corner.

And, as if he felt my eyes on him, he begins to shift about, uncurling himself and turning so his back is against the wall and his leg spread out on the filthy floor. He yawns and rubs his eyes, stretching out his arms as much as he can. He runs a hand through his hair, the suddenly looks up at looks right at me, staring at me as I stare back.

"So, you come here often?" He chuckles, voice deep and husky, but with an odd posh edge, his words crisp and proper.

I smile slightly, scratching the back of my neck and awkwardly moving closer, "Yea, actually.I'm Michael,"

He grins, "Luke. Oh, I saw some of the things you wrote on the wall."

"Well, I've been on the other side of these bars more times than I care to think about,"

"Well, I got the whole works. Ride in the back of the cop car, interrogation and being kept overnight here," He looks around, then mumbles, "Aren't I the lucky one?"

"Well, at least you get to go home soon,"

"After I serve my sentence, yea,"

That catches my attention, "You mean, you're actually going to prison?" He nods slowly, "But you're a posh kid, your parents could've just, you know, got you out. If you gave one of the cops, like, a hundred bucks they'd just pretend nothing happened, really,"

He shrugs, and we stay silent as the guilt fills me. I look over at him, sitting in the sunlight streaming through the little window which illuminates his features, its glow turning his blonde hair golden and shining into his baby blue eyes.

He looks like an angel and now, because of me, he's being put sent to prison There's no way he could survive.

"Maybe if you tell your parents to bail you out they could-"

He cuts me off, snapping at me "They don't think I'm worth wasting money on,"

He bites his lip, his Adam apple bobbing up and down on his throat, "They're not even going to visit me in prison,"

I don't hesitate when I tell him, "Fuck them. I'll visit,"

[A/N]: Sorry I haven't really been updating regularly. I'll try to update at least once a week from now on.

Please vote and comment if you liked this chapter! Not a lot happened, sorry. I'm a horrible person. oops.

-Cece 🍃