Michael
I walked into the kitchen after I got home from the studio, and I saw Luke sitting in the kitchen by himself.
"Hey babe. What's wrong?" I asked once I noticed he was just staring at the counter. He just shook his head, and lightly smiled, opening his arms for me. I walked over and gave him a hug, and he buried his head in my neck. He placed a small kiss there, and then we pulled back.
"Luke!" I heard Ashton yell, and I turned around, seeing him storm into the kitchen. "I hate you, you know?!" He yelled, and I looked over at Luke who looked down again.
"I'm sorry." Luke whispered, and crossed his arms.
"I can't fix my stupid headphones and it's all your fault! Do you know how much those cost?!" He yelled, and I looked back over at Ashton.
"Can't you do anything without finding a way to mess it up?! You're a living nightmare!" Ashton yelled before stomping out.
I looked over at Luke who quickly stood up, and ran out of the kitchen.
"Luke?" I asked, and stepped into my bedroom. Whenever he's upset, he always lays in my bed instead of his.
I sat down on my bed, and he crawled onto my lap.
"Ashton doesn't actually hate me, right?!" He asked, and looked up at me. I wiped away the tears from his eyes, and shook my head. "Of course not." I whispered, and kissed his nose.
He laid his head on my shoulder, and quietly cried. About ten minutes later, he still hadn't calmed down, but I could tell he was trying to dry up his tears, but every time he did, more would come out.
"Take your time, baby. You're okay." I whispered, and he gave up, crying on my shoulder again.
Luke hates being yelled at, and I know what Ashton said really hurt him. I softly rubbed his back, and ran a hand through his hair.
"I hate it when me and Ashton fight." He whispered.
"I know.."
"He's my best friend. I don't want him to hate me." He said, and I hugged him tighter. "He doesn't hate you. He's just mad."
"Are you sure?" He asked, and I nodded.
"Positive."
