all mine // muke

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sorry im a day late i got to my dads house really late last night and i didn't have time to update because i was so tire

1.06K READS THAT IS SO CRAZY OMG THANKYOU ALL SM. (am i overreacting? probably. im just really happy and excited)

double update !!

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six hours prior to the last chapter

Michael was such a mess. After getting back from the hospital last night he instantly cried himself to sleep. He was miserable without his princess and he wished he didn't lash out on him like that. He was just so angry all he saw was red and he just lost control of what he was saying.

He wanted to thank Harry and hug him for stopping him, even if it was throwing one of his favorite vases at his head.

But it's the next morning now, and Michael is even more of a mess than he already was. He had no one, no Ashton, no Harry or Louis, no Calum, and most importantly, no Luke. He was just staring at his waffles Julia, his personal chef, made for him. He had told her to go home after she had made them, he was so upset and he didn't want to accidentally flip out on her for no reason.

After ten more minutes of him staring at his waffles he decided he smelled and needed to take a shower. He dragged himself upstairs to his and Luke's room, then into his and Luke's bathroom, then put his clothes on his and Luke's bathroom floor, then got into his and Luke's shower. He washed himself and his hair, thinking that if Luke were here he'd probably ask to wash his hair and Michael wouldn't deny that request even if he hated when people touch his hair. He'd let Luke dye it for all he cares. He could go for another color, maybe red or pink, one of Luke's favorite colors.

He finally finished his lonely shower and dried off. He put on a black long sleeve shirt and black skinny jeans before dragging himself back downstairs. He did feel kind of better, mainly cleaner but more refreshing.

So now he was miserable, yet refreshed.

He decided he needed to get some air. And by air he means that twenty minutes later he ends up in a bar, only on his eighthshot.

The crowded bar definitely wasn't his favorite place, but he needed couldn't stand being alone any longer. It's not like he's never been alone, but he's never felt this lonely before. He feels abandoned and left behind by everyone he knows.

So a bar full of strangers felt like the best thing to do.

"May I have another?" Michael asked the man standing behind the bar counter. The innate blond nodded and began to pour another shot of vodka.

"Here you are sir." his Irish accent was hard to understand but Michael got it. He nodded as a thank you and downed the shot. The man noticed how distraught Michael seemed.

"Are you alright, mate?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Michael lied and the man saw straight through it. He raised an eyebrow and Michael sighed. "I'm not actually."

"What's on your mind?"

"Well, I caught my submissive on the couch with my best friend and they were cuddling and sleeping and I thought something had happened between them. So, I let my anger get the best of me and I just lashed out on them and started yelling really mean and untrue things to them both."

"And then something hit my head and I blacked out. Then I woke up in the hospital and my head felt like shit and my submissive and friend were standing there. They told me they couldn't stay with me until I get my shit together and now here I am, drinking away my problems." Michael said in a few short breathes. He already felt a little better just by letting it all out like that.

The man nodded and Michael smiled at that, he didn't seem to be judging Michael.

"Well what are you doing here?" he said.

"What?"

"Why are you sitting here instead of getting your shit together? Get up and go find your submissive and apologize with chocolates and flowers and tell him you love hi- wait, you love him right?"

Michael frowned at that. He didn't love Luke. Or maybe he did. He didn't know, but he did have a strong liking towards Luke that he knew was stronger than a normal dom sub relationship should have. Maybe he did love Luke.

"I, uh, I don't know." Michael shrugged.

"Well, maybe don't tell him you love him. But seriously, go apologize and get your sub back." he smiled and Michael nodded. He was right, he needed to get his shit together so he can get his sub back.

Michael sent the man a smile and wave as stumbled out of the bar. He was pretty drunk and this was a bad part of town so he decided to catch a taxi. Once the taxi arrived he got in and told him the address of Calum's house. He pulled out his phone and pressed Ashton's contact.

The phone on the other end rang for a moment before he heard only a split second of Ashton's voice, before he saw the bright lights of a truck and his body was whipped around like a rag doll.

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Michael woke up to a bright light and the smell of pepper mint. He knew that smell from anywhere, Ashton.

He pried his eyes open and his vision was fuzzy and his body ached. He finally could make out the whisper yelling coming from Ashton.

"I don't give a flying fuck! I want the taxi company sued, the drunk ass truck driver sued, and while you're at it, sue yourself you dumb excuse for a lawyer!" Ashton whisper shouted angrily into the phone before ending the call and pocketing his phone.

He turned to Michael and saw his eyes squinted. He slowly walked over to Michael and sat down in the chair next to his bed.

"How do you feel?" he said, his voice sounding monotone.

"L-like shit." Michael mumbled. His eyes were barely opened and his mouth was dry. He could feel his body ache with every little move he made. His head was pounding.

"Good. You really hurt Luke." Ashton sighed. Michael knew that was true. He did deserve this. "But you're still my best friend and I'm glad you're alive."

Michael tried to smile but he couldn't. Mainly because his lips were so dry and he was weak, but also because he wasn't happy. He wouldn't be happy until he knew Luke forgave him.

"Where is h-he?" Michael asked after a while. Ashton looked up at Michael and sighed.

"You've been out for two days, Michael. He stayed with you until about two hours ago when I made Calum take him home to get some sleep."

Michael nodded and this time the corner of his lips twitched. He was glad Luke wanted to stay with him. Maybe he was going to forgive Michael. But Michael would feel bad if Luke forgave him so easily, he didn't deserve to be forgiven so easily.

"When w-will he be back?"

"I can call him, Calum texted me and said Luke won't go to sleep." Ashton said and Michael nodded, instantly regretting that because it stung.

Ashton pulled out his phone and dialed a number before putting it to his ear. "Hello? Lu-. Yes, he is. Okay. Right now, he's asking for you. Alright, bye." Ashton said and pocketed his phone.

"What did he say?"

"Your submissive is on his way."

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