show me // muke

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Luke drunkenly stumbled to his bedroom, and pulled out his phone. He searched until he found Harry's contact.

'Come over. I need you'

He clicked out of his massages, and threw his phone on the bed.

Harry was probably walking down the hall to Luke's apartment now, so the blonde boy quickly unlocked the door, and threw his shirt on the ground.

Luke was so broken, drunk, and mad that he just couldn't help what he did next.

Once Harry walked through the door, Luke pushed his back to the wall. Luke locked the door, and kissed Harry roughly. The brunette boys eyes widened when he felt luke guide his hands down to his bum.

Harry retracted his hands, and placed them on Luke's waist. He began to find it hard to pull back. This is all he's wanted ever since he set his eyes on Luke.

He didn't realize they were moving until he fell on the couch, and Luke began grinding on him.

"Luke-" Harry started, but luke cut him off.

"Fuck me.." Luke whispered in Harry's ear.

"Luke, I can't let you do this." Harry whispered, and pushed Luke off of him.

The blonde boy sat down on the floor and picked up the vodka from the table, pressing the bottle to his lips. He threw his head back, and drank, so Harry walked over to him, taking the bottle away.

"I need you." Luke whispered when Harry sat beside him. "Luke no you don't. You-"

"Harry, I need you. Michael told me to stop hanging out with you but you're the only person I have here. You're my best friend." Luke cried, leaning his head on Harry's shoulder. "He doesn't even trust me anymore. I doubt he even wants me anymore. I feel ugly, and unwanted, and like I don't deserve him. He's so perfect and look how pathetic I am. I can't even p-picture my life without him." Luke sobbed.

Harry picked up Luke's phone, and unlocked it. He found Michael's contact, and got up, leaving Luke in the living room, sobbing on the ground.

"What do you want, Luke?" Michael sighed when he picked up the phone.

"It's Harry." The brunette said softly, not wanting Luke to come into the kitchen.

"Of course you're with Luke." Michael mumbled, causing Harry to roll his eyes.

"Stop being an idiot. Sure, I like Luke, but I'm not gonna be a home wrecker. He's so happy with you, and believe it or not, I'm a good person, and I'm not gonna mess that up for him. He needs a friend, so no matter what you say, I'm not gonna leave him-"

"He doesn't need you." Michael said

"You're right, he doesn't need me. He needs you, but you're not there for him!" Harry said louder.

"I am there for him. He's fine, we're just having a little trouble." Michael said.

"A little trouble? You have no idea.." Harry laughed, not believing how clueless Michael is.

"He's fine." Michael spat.

"Yeah, he's fine, but he's a drunk mess, crying on his living room floor right now. He's fine but he doesn't have his boyfriends trust anymore. He's fine, but he runs into both of his parents every time he turns the corner. The only person he loves is making him feel worthless, but he's fine!" Harry yelled.

It was silent before Harry spoke up again. "He's not fine! He needs you! He doesn't need you to yell at him! He feels so alone, Michael. He feels like you don't want him anymore."

"But he's not. He's obviously got you."

"You're a dick. I can't believe the way you're making him feel, and you don't even feel bad about it. Luke has never made a move on me until tonight. He only did it because he was drunk and upset, and he wants to feel wanted again." Harry said, and looked at the kitchen entrance to see Luke walking in.

He held out his arm, and Luke hugged him, laying his head on Harry's chest.

"He deserves so much better than you." Harry spat, and Luke looked up.

"Is that Michael?" He asked, and Harry nodded, feeling Luke sway back and forth, trying to find balance. Harry held the phone with his shoulder, and picked Luke up, sitting him on the counter.

"He hit on you?" Michael asked.

"To be completely honest, he kissed me because he knew I wanted it. He wanted to feel like somebody wants him. I didn't let him continue-" Harry stopped when he noticed Luke fall over.

"And now he's passed out on the kitchen counter." Harry sighed.

"I don't want him." Michael said, and Harry froze, feeling his heart break for Luke. "Just him being away has made me realize that I feel so much better without him."

"I hope you realize just what you've lost."