The Flower Kitty; muke

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warning: have a punching bag or something you can squeeze or punch with you.

"Shit." Harley breathed underneath his breath, "Shit, shit, shit!" Lucas intertwined his hand with Harley's, squeezing it tightly before letting go and setting both of his hands on the steering wheel. "Harls, breathe." he soothed, stomping on the gas pedal harder and Harley nodded his head.

Inside, Lucas was both happy and panicked. Happy because Harley forgave him when he explained himself. Panicked because he wasn't sure if they'll make it to Michael and Luke on time. Lucas tongued his lip ring, his eyes casting on the never seemed to be ending road while Harley got his phone and tried to dial either Michael, Calum or Ashton's phone but there wasn't any service.

"Fuck! Are you kidding me?" Harley yelled, his breathing pattern uneven. "Harley, please calm down baby, they'll be okay, I promise." Lucas said gently, Harley nodding his head in reply.

They have to get to them on time.

- - -

Luke carried Noah, who has his legs wrapped around Luke's waist and arms circled around the hybrid's, back to the house. It was nearly 3 in the afternoon, Luke and Noah's usual time for a nap. Although rather than having a relaxing and calm dream, Luke had a nightmare.

Michael.

Michael is with the Boss.

Luke's snow white kitten ears twitched, his eyes darting from side to side around the empty hallway. Luke's lanky legs dragged him to an all to familiar room, his heart pounding against his chest as he remembered all the things that happened to him.

The hybrid whimpered as he clutched onto the shirt he was wearing, which was Michael's, and pushed the door opened. A gasp escaped from the boy's lips as he stared at his lover's body on the floor. Blood gushing out from the knife slits made on him and his eyes didn't have their usual green glow.

Luke dove down and laid Michael's head on his lap, his tears streaming down his face as he felt Michael's chest to check if there was still any puls-

"He's dead!" a sharp voice yelled, Luke's head snapping up to meet the Boss's face. "W-why!" Luke cried, "M-Mikey d-did nothings to you!" he sobbed, holding Michael's head closer to himself. Charles smirked, his cold laugh echoing against the walls of the room making it louder than it already was.

"Oh Luke, he took you in when he wasn't suppose to. No one can take what's mine." Charles growled, before jumping at Luke-

Luke jolted awake, sitting up and panted as sweat trickled down his forehead. Luke whimpered when he didn't feel Michael's presence next to him making the bad thoughts in his head swirl around. Luke stood up, his blanket wrapped tightly around him as he trudged out of the room.

Ashton and Calum were lazily watching some television on the living room, both of their heads turning to Luke and immediately smiling at him. "C-Calum? Ashton? W-where Mikey?" Luke whimpered, his voice getting stuck in his throat as he tried not to cry. The older of the three quickly shuffled up, gathering Luke in his arms and rubbing his back softly.

"He's going to be back late tonight, he's hanging out with this new friend he has. But he did say that he'll be back soon, and he said that he'll be bearing extra love for you." Ashton cooed, petting Luke's hair but it didn't help Luke at all. "C-Call Mikey! Call Mikey now!" he babbled, his eyes beginning to water.

Calum sprung out from his seat, going over to Ashton and Luke and lent Luke his phone. Luke took the phone and scrolled down the contacts to find his boyfriend's name. He dialled Michael's number and nervously gritted his teeth while he waited for Michael's line to pick up.