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Love Me ~K

Michael couldn't take it anymore.

There was so much hate.

What did he do wrong?

Tears streamed the pale boys face as he clutched a pillow to his chest. All the poisonous words replaying over and over in his mind.

He just couldn't get them to stop.

"You're such a fag"

"Michael Clifford can't sing"

"He's ugly as shit why would people like him"

"The band would be so much better without the wannabe guitarist"

Michael shoved his face into the blankets of the bed in his and Luke's hotel room. Luckily, the rest of the boys had gone to a party so they didn't have to see Michael in this disastrous state.

The punk's hands were trembling as he attempted to wipe away the tears that wouldn't stop flowing. His green eyes were blood shot and puffy. His usual smiling face was contorted into one of despair.

Why wouldn't the thoughts stop?

Michael hated the swelling in his chest as he tried to block out his mind. He's always came off as the type of person that didn't care what other people thought. And he didn't....for a while.

The hate built up day after day. Terrible, horrific statements filled with death threats. Media exploiting rumors that trashed him as a person. Michael knew that his fans would never believe them, but he just wanted to be good enough for them.

Another wave of sadness came over the dark haired boy as he violently sobbed into his pillow. He felt so terribly alone and humiliated for acting this way.

Suddenly, the hotel door handle began to jiggle. Michael didn't even have the strength to attempt to cover himself up as the door was opened a few seconds later.

Luke walked in, his hair slightly ruffled and his eyes bright. Obviously not expecting to see his best friend in such an awful state.

"Hey, you will not believe what Calum did! He-" The blonde stopped dead in his tracks in front of Michael's bed.

The punk was curled up in a ball, body shaking as his sniffles were muffled by sheets. Luke's face fell and he rushed to the older boy's side.

"Michael?" He asked quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"F-fuck off." The punk hiccuped, not meaning a word. Luke scooted himself all the way onto the bed. He raised his hand up to Michael's black hair, gently running his fingers through it. The pale boy immediately began to relax under the touch.

"What's wrong Mikey?" Luke asked. He saw Michael's phone laying on the other side of him, Twitter pulled up on the screen. The younger reached over and grabbed it.

He frowned as he scrolled through the tweets, mortified at the awful words. Tears sprung to his own eyes as he realized that these people hurt Michael. Why on earth would anyone want to do this to the sweetest person on the planet? Luke was torn between being angry and heart broken.

He set the phone down, turning to where Michael was curled. Luke began to trace small patterns on the punk's arm.

"Michael look at me." He said, earning a sound that could've only been the word 'no'. Luke sighed and slid closer to the other.

"C'mon, let me see those pretty green eyes." He cooed, leaning over Michael. The punk remained silent for a few more moments, hesitating. He knew that he trusted Luke with his life, it's just that he was completely embarrassed because he's supposed to be strong.

Michael eventually gave in, though. He slowly sat up and rubbed his wet eyes before turning to Luke. The younger gave a small smile. "There they are."

"Why do they hate me, Luke?"

"Because they're worthless and don't what to do with their shitty lives. Our fans love you Michael, that's all that matters."

Michael fidgeted with his small fingers, rubbing his tiny tattoos. Luke knew he was still doubting himself. The blonde's heart was cracking at the dullness in the older's usually bright eyes.

"Michael." Luke began, taking the punk's hands in his. "You're so so so perfect. You're extremely talented, and your voice could literally silence Angels. Gosh, you're so fucking beautiful, Mikey. Don't let anyone ever tell you differently."

Michael's cheeks burned, a smile almost appearing on his pink lips. Hearing all of that from Luke made the hole in his chest seem a little smaller. The lead singer wasn't quite finished, though.

"I know you feel alone sometimes, but just know you never are. Calum, Ashton, and I will always be there for you no matter what. Michael, you are so loved...They love you, the fans love you.......and I love you, with all my heart."

Michael had a full grin plastered on his face now. Tears were still falling but they were now made of pure gleefulness. The punk tackled Luke in a hug, the two falling back onto the bed. Their limbs became entangled as Luke chuckled at the now happy boy. They held on tight to each other, feeling as if they'll never let go again.

"I love you, Lukey." Michael smiled, burying his head into the crook of the younger's neck.

"And I love you." Luke replied.

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Something short so I can finish my fan fic stuff :P

Thank you guys for reading <3

~K