You & I~Muke

-Luke-

This is a picture from my 5sos concert a few days ago- 9.04.16- and every time I look at Luke in the picture I can't help but be dirty minded and assume maybe Luke thinks that microphone is Michael ayeeee- anyways I'll talk more about it in the authors note//enjoy!!Xx

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I wrap my arms around Michael, and he nuzzles his head into my wet, soggy shirt and I feel him smile.

I smile too.

"I'm here now, Mikey," I kiss his head, his dishevelled hair and he sniffles, which he always does after he's been recovering.

I feel a drop of rain drip from my hair onto my eyelashes and I'm cold, really cold because it's been thunder and lightening and storming since 10 o'clock; I accept the warmth Michael's body gives me.

When I open my eyes, after closing them in the blissful moment for a few seconds, I see Daryl standing behind us; his eyes tired with a small smile on his lips.

"Are you okay, Luke?" I nod, and I go to open my mouth, to explain, but the green eyed teen speaks up before I do.

"I a-a-asked h-him t-t-t-to," Michael says, removing himself from my arms and then he shows his dad his puffy eyes and I swear I see a piece of his heart fall away.

"Oh mikey, you should of woke me." Daryl wraps his arms around his son, and strokes Michael's black hair.

"I k-know, b-but you n-need sleep; I l-listened to e-e-emily's cd. I shouldn't o-of." He sighs, and then Daryl just nods, and then he guides us in.

I shake off the rain, and hang up my black super dry coat, slipping off my converse.

i follow my boyfriend and his dad into the kitchen and slip my fingers into Mikey's.

"would you like a tea, Luke?" the aging man asks me, and I think a moment before nodding; after a minute or so he hands me it in a pink, chipped mug and hugs us both goodnight before wandering back off to bed.

Pulling back the sheets, mikey climbs into bed while I pull his curtains to, knowing he hates doing it himself; after that, I slip off my damp shirt and jeans, wondering if he has anything other than his small, girly clothes and he nods, he says he has a large pair of jogging bottoms and I nod, slipping them on.

I smile because they smell like him before sitting in bed next to him; Michael leans hit head on my chest, but we're both slightly sitting up- my slender fingers wrapped around my steaming mug.

"How you doing, Kitten?" I ask, stroking his hair with my spair hand and he snuggles against me even further, his legs wrapping themselves around mine.

"m' okay," he mumbles, his eyes tired and after taking a sip from my boiling tea. There's a silence for a while, where there's nothing but his light breaths and the rain pit patting against the glass, and I can't help but feel safe in his arms; can't help but be glad that he called me because although last night was okay, I know Michael's house will be more of home to me than our mansion ever was.

I got in at about seven last night after hanging around the park with ashton and calum, which was nice with just us after the past two months or so, and when I got home mum and dad weren't too bad; I mean... they weren't exactly pleasant, but they were better than usual and I shall give them credit for that.

It was all going well until Jack announced he's been kicked out of uni, and that he was moving to the coast do open his shop.

Mum lost it; dad wasn't too bad.