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Tattoos: Chapter Fourteen

Guys I'm so sorry for the wait. School has been kicking my ass, I hope you understand. I'm seeing 5SOS next Wednesday too!

Third Person P.O.V

"Turn him in."

"What?"

"Turn Conner in."

Michael sighed and lifted his head off of Luke's chest to look at Luke. They were having a cuddle session on their bed.

"Babe, we have no proof that he did it, and," Michael motioned to the fresh hickies on his neck, "These were made by you. Conner could make up something and get you arrested."

Luke pouted down at Michael, "Dammit," he muttered.

"But Michael, we have to do something! I can't sit here and let him win!" Luke raised his voice slightly, but Michael didn't care. He was mad as well.

"I know, baby," Michael said as he kissed Luke's chest through his shirt. Luke smiled slightly at the action and held Michael closer to him.

Luke sighed and looked at his alarm clock. It was eleven-thirty at night.

"We should get to bed, baby. Getting late," Luke said through a yawn. Michael nodded and got up from the bed and removed his shirt and pants. Luke whistled.

"I will never, and I mean never, get used to your body. It's gorgeous," He said. Michael bnlushed and slipped on a pair of basketball shorts - they were Luke's, but no one needs to know-.

Luke got uimder the covers and took off his shirt and pants as well, and tossed them to the other side of the room. He held up the covers for Michael and let his own body be cuddled.

"Goodnight, Lukey," Michael whispered as he kissed Luke's jaw. Luke kissed Michael's head.

"Goodnight, Gorgeous."

-

"MICHAEL! GET UP YOU LAZY ASS, I MADE BREAKFAST!"

That was Michael's wake up call the next morning.

Michael scrambled out of bed and ran downstairs thinking Luke had burnt down the kitchen.

When he reached the kitchen, it was not burnt down. No, instead, there were two plates set up with pancaked, eggs, and sausage positioned on them perfectly. Michael gasped.

"L-Luke..." Luke smirked.

"I told I could make a decent meal," He said.

"This is more than decent. You've outdone yourself, babe!" Michael said, running up and throwing his arms around Luke.

"I made breakfast, not a unoicron, baby. Calm down," Luke chuckled. Michael kissed his cheek and dug into the meal.

-

The boys continued their daily routine; holding hands and walking to school is their thing. This time, though, Calum tagged along.

"I feel like a third wheel," Calum groaned. Michael grinned and threw his arm around his friend's shoulders.

"You have Ashton, don't you?" Michael asked. Calum blushed and shook his head.

"No! I don't even know if he likes me. Is he even gay?" Calum asked, pouting. Luke raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, he's gay alright. He's a fucking rainbow," He said. Michael furrowed his eyebrows.

"Really? He seems like the tough guy type," Calum nodded, agreeing with Michael.

"Nope. He told me when I was 14 he was gay. At that time, I labeled myself as bi, but then I saw Michael, and that thought flew out the window," Michael smiled and kissed Luke's nose.

"Why? Because he's so ugly?" Calum joked. Michael gasped and smacked Calum's head.

"Bitch, I'm flawless!" He exclaimed. Calum rolled his eyes playfully. The boys reached school and walked in. Calum went to drop something off for a teacher.

Michael could feel everyone's eyes on him, so he moved closer to Luke's side, trying to feel safer. Luke hugged Michael close, glaring at the people who stared.

"Well well well, look who it is."

"Fuck off Conner or I swear to god I'll--"

"You'll what? Get me in trouble?" Conner smirked. Luke took a deep breath to calm himself down. Michael rubbed his back, just in case.

"I'll be right back. Lukey, save me a seat in class, I'll be in in a minute," Michael said, giving Luke a lingering kiss on the cheek before he walked down the hall.

He reached (← 666th word) a door and walked in.

"M-Mr. Paul? I'd like to report a problem," Michael said as he sat down in front of the desk. The principal, Mr. Paul, nodded stiffly, telling Michael to continue.

"As you may know, I was gone for about a week. I have the reason," He said. Mr. Paul furrowed his eyebrows and nodded.

"On T-Tuesday, Conner Brian took me out of school and t-took me to an alleyway," Michael struggled to hold back tears.

"He tied m-me up and ripped my clothes o-off. He almost r-raped me, Mr. Paul!" Michael was sobbing by this point, he saw no reason to hold back.

Mr. Paul's eyes widened and he leaned back in his chair.

"Do you have proof?" His deep voice rang out. Michael nodded and lifted up his wrists, the bruises from the ropes still visible. He then stood up and lifted his shirt to reveal healing cuts and more bruises.

Mr. Paul closed his eyes and sighed. He picked up his phone and dialled a number, soon speaking.

"Hello, may you tell Mr. Conner Brian I need to see him in my office? Thank you, Joyce, goodbye," He hung up the phone and turned to Michael.

"You can go back to class, son. I'm sorry that happened," He said. Michael nodded and got up, walking back to class.

When he got there, he saw that Luke indeed did save him a seat. He took his spot and wiped away access tears. Then, a piece of folded paper landed on his desk. He unfolded it.

'Are you okay baby? Xx' It read. Michael knew it was from Luke. He wrote back.

'I busted Conner.'

'Finally! I'm proud of you baby.'

'Thanks Lukey! Now pay attention!'

'I'd rather pay attention to you ;-)'

'Later. For now, I need to see good grades, or no sex for six months.'

Luke paid attention.

I love you guys so much :-)
Bye my lovely kittens!
Love,
Audrey 8============D