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Hearts Upon Our Sleeves

»Ashlee«

"For the highs and the lows and the endless fall."

Ashton's house was quite large, so it took a few minutes to find Lucas. Michael pushed open the door to the bathroom for us to see Luke slouched over the toilet bowl. His blonde hair was flat and messed, it was no longer in that perfect quiff that he worked on for half an hour each morning.

Luke looked up at us with hooded eyes, his pupils were shallow and wiped of any emotion other than sickness. The redness had spread - causing him to have red circles around his dull eyes. His skin was pale and it looked clammy at closer inspection.

Michael knelt down and placed a hand on Luke's head. "He doesn't have a fever," he pushed Luke's hair back off his forehead gently. The gesture was simple but it changed something in Luke's eyes, a small spark went through them as he blinked at Michael.

"I'll go get some water," I felt out of place in the moment. I still wanted to help though. It only took me a few minutes to walk to the kitchen and pour a glass of water for Luke but I strayed about the kitchen for a few moments.

Everything was so back and forth, with all four of us; Ashton, Luke, Michael and I. Calum was hardly involved and that was good. It would make it even more complex if he was, Calum didn't need to be dragged into this too. We'd sort it out hopefully without making any more drama.

I stared down at the glass in my hands. How did this even start? It started a long time ago, I felt like it was all my fault. If I hadn't of dated Aaron then Michael might not have got involved with Luke. Maybe they'd still be best friends. There was no taking back the past, but the present was so messy that it was hard to see a clear future. But we had to try, for our sakes, for Ashton's for the band's.

I heard sobbing from the bathroom and decided I should go back in. I kept my eyes to the black tile floor before placing the glass atop the bench. When I looked up the scene had changed drastically since I was last in there. Michael had Luke pulled onto his lap, cradling him while he sobbed into Michael's shirt. Luke gripped onto the black fabric of Michael's shirt like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

The two hadn't noticed me come in, they were wrapped up in their own world. I didn't want to interrupt it so I quietly sat down on the stool by the doorway.

Michael was running his hand through Luke's hair as he stared blankly at the wall. "I hate you Luke," he stated - not taking his eyes off the wall.

Luke's crying ceased, he lifted his head from Michael's wet shirt. "Huh?" He looked so fragile as he kept his eyes on Mikey's face. Luke always seemed to be this tall and strong figure in my mind, but seeing him like this was different. He seemed fragile, like a thin shard of glass; ready to break at the slightest hit.

Michael tore his eyes from the wall and managed to focus them on Luke. He had a straight face as he repeated himself, "I hate you." He seemed to decide that Luke's hair wasn't pushed back enough and started on running his fingers through it again.

Luke's lip began to tremble at Michael's words. The dark haired boy continued to explain himself. "You exposed my body to the internet." Michael's eyes flicked to mine, he nodded - acknowledging my presence before continuing. "You tried to steal away the only girl I've ever loved. You touched me when I didn't want it. You tried so much more along the lines of ruining me. Why? What were you looking to gain out of trying to ruining me?"

I got up to leave again, I didn't feel like I should be listening to this. Michael ushered me to sit back down with a small frown sent my way for trying to do so.

Luke sat up a little bit by himself, he rubbed at his red eyes before responding to Michael. "I w-wanted you to-o feel the p-ain I felt w-when you left me t-to b-be with..." The boy sucked in a harsh breath, that was hard for him to admit. Usually he wouldn't admit to his mistakes, I could see him trying so hard.