You & I~Muke

-Luke-

Hola, just to let you guys know I have a new story coming up, and it will be soon maybe tonight but yeah it's about Luke and he has ocd and Michael is nice and yeah check it out thanks x and hope you enjoy:)x
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I don't know how to help him, how can I help him?

I find myself asking myself that question a lot and I never seem to find an answer, which annoys me more and more every time.

I knew how much that necklace meant to him from the very first day he met, because that's the day he bumped into my chest and fell on the floor and everyone laughed at him, I remember when the necklace slipped from his bag and onto the floor, and how he didn't care about his books, or his phone, but the one thing he made sure he got back was the necklace Emily gave to him. But now I can basically sense his panic and he's a few class rooms away.

I would tell him everything is going to be okay but that's going to be a lie until he gets that necklace back, I don't think he'll forgive himself till its back in his arms.

Chemistry continues to drag on, and all I can do is think about the poor black haired boy who's probably trembling right now.

When I meet Michael and the boys at the end of the day, they all already have their bags, so I tell them to go wait in the car.

It warms my heart when I see calum trying to be all friendly with Michael, clearly trying to cheer him up, and Michael tries to be friendly back and smile at the tanned boy, but even from my distance I can see his slumped shoulders and the sadness radiating off him.

But it's only when I open my locker with some struggle because of my broken lock, that I wish I hadn't because of the fact a note falls onto the toe of my black converse and I pick it up with nervous butterflies fluttering about in my belly.

My hands are uneasy when I pick up the note, but they're even worse when I put it down.

I could be sick; it's undoubtedly Noah's handwriting and god knows what he will do to me in front of everyone, when he gets me in the foodhall, like I'm wrapped around his finger. 

'If you want it, then I want you there; Monday, 12:30, food hall,'

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"Come on! Hurry up otherwise we will barely have any time when we are there!" Louis huffs, as Michael and I pack our bags for our unknown trip.

"What can I pack? I don't even know where we're going!" I say in slight agitation, accidentally snapping at the short boy and running a hand through my blond quiff. Ashton notices my annoyance and my bad mood as he lays a hand on my shoulder while I'm grabbing a shirt out my bag.

"If you don't want to do this, you don't have to," he reassures and I just shake my head and he smiles sadly. "It's for Michael, he said he loves camping," he says, and as soon as it slips off his tongue, I know what we're doing and he realises he's told me the 'surprise'.

Fucking hell, camping; last time I did that I was probably 11 with my dad and my brothers, and it went atrociously.

My brothers were mean to me the whole night so I walked off and being an eleven year old I had no idea what I was doing in the middle of a forest. Needless to say, I got lost and my dad hit me over the cheek, leaving a bruise there, out of his anger.

He told mum I ran into a tree.

"Okay," I say quietly and I let out a breath while a force a small smile on my lips. "Where are we getting a tent?" I ask, slinging my bag onto my shoulder and walking out the room, the others following me. I see Harry talking Daryl, throwing him a typical charming, Harry smile.