Exchanged Help - muke - COMPLETED

18- Blink 182

"I'm so sick of fights, I hate them
Lets start this again for real" - Blink 182 - Always

Luke didn't leave Michaels house.

He couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to leave, and after 15 minutes, he understood why he stayed.

He watched the front door open and he was frozen in shock as michael was kicked to the ground and punched over and over by Kellin. Michael was shirtless and bloody as he crawled out to the lawn, the black haired lad following with abuse.

He leaped from the car and ran over, punching Kellin in the face until he was almost unconscious.

He grabbed Kellin's shirt and leant down to him, speaking lowly.

"Don't ever come near Michael or his family again." He growled. "Understand?"

Kellin nodded afraid.

"Fucking piece of shit." He spat and punched Kellin once more, knocking him out.

He walked over to michael, starting to cry at the unconscious body on the floor. "Michael c-come on baby, it'll be alright." He hiccuped, picking him up.

There was blood all over Luke's shirt now but he didn't care as he put Michael in the seat. He pulled the seat belt over him and then covered him with the blanket.

He cried constantly as he drove to the hospital.

He sat in the waiting room for hours. He was just waiting for someone, anyone, to tell him Michael was okay.

"Mr Luke Hemmings?" A voice asked.

Luke shot up. "Yes? That's me!"

The woman smiled sadly. "Michael can have visitors now."

He let out a sigh of relief, clutching onto a wet tissue.

"Oh thank g-god is he okay?"

"See for yourself." She said and lead him into the room.

He walked in and saw a pale Michael tucked under hospital sheets. He smiled sadly, looking like he was trying not to cry.

"Hi."

"Mikey," Luke collapsed into Michaels arms, shooting back when he heard a groan of pain.

"I'm so sorry." He rushed.

"It's worth the pain." Michael said and sniffled.

Luke sat in the plastic chair like before but this time he clutched Michaels hand in his own.

It was then that they both started to cry.

"I'm just so s-sorry Luke." Michael cried.
"For everything."

"You don't have to be." Luke wiped his eyes. "He's gone now."

Michael nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. "I know I sound stupid, but I'm gonna miss him. You know?"

Luke sighed shakily, nodding.

"Sometimes it's fucked up but you miss the people you loved even though they hurt you and didn't love you back."

Michael looked at him with a blotchy face but to Luke he was gorgeous.

"But to me you're beautiful. I love you michael." Luke admitted. "I love you a lot."

Michael squeezed his hand.

"I think I love you too." He whispered.

Luke looked up with eyes full of happy tears as he leant forward and kissed Michael gently.

Michael laughed. "I guess this is what I get for being an idiot."

"You didn't deserve this." Luke sighed. "It just happened."

"He made my tell my mum it was all fine." Michael frowned. "He made me get her to trust him."

"Shh babe you don't have to speak about it if you don't want to."

"I don't?" Michael asked.

"No." Luke shook his head. "Tell me what you want."

"You." Michael sniffled.

Luke's heart did somersaults. "Really?"

Michael nodded.

"We can talk about it when we get home, they said you'll be able to leave tonight, providing you won't end up there the next day again." He half laughed and Michael smiled.

"Okay."

After a few hours and a check up Michael was told he could leave. There were cuts, bruises and swellings all over him. His face was wrecked but nothing was broken.

"Let's go home," Luke said comfortingly, wrapping an arm around Michael but being careful not to hurt him.

He got a blanket that didn't have blood on it and covered michael again, receiving a small Thankyou.

He got him a McDonald's and they drove to Michaels.