DMs||Luke Hemmings||#wattys2016

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I stood next to Michael and Luke, in all black for Michael's mom's funeral. It's been two weeks since she passed away, and since then Brianna returned, sobbing and begging for Michael's forgiveness, claiming she was terribly drunk that night. Her mom confirmed it, and soon they were back together, Brianna trying her best to earn and keep Michael's trust and love, while trying to keep him smiling and happy. Brianna was on Michael's other side, holding his hand. His other hand was in mine, keeping a tight grip on both of us. All the boys were on the verge of crying, Michael being the closest, obviously. Luke reached for my hand, and I gladly took his hand, as the funeral started and continued. 

"We will now hear a few words from Karen Clifford's son, Michael Clifford." The pastor said, and Michael let go of me and Brianna's hand. Brianna moved over and took my hand, squeezing it lightly. Michael shakily got out a piece of paper with his speech on it, before he started to speak. 

"My mom was my hero." Michael started, his voice shaky and tears already running down his face. "She was my rock when I thought I was going insane, she was my caretaker when I was sick. I cannot thank her enough for everything that she's done for me. She's been there for me for 20 years. Every temper tantrum, every illness, every sadness, every break up. It wasn't until I lost her, that I realized how much I took her for granted. When I realized that, I thought about every kid, every adult out there who grew up without a mom. And I thought to myself 'I was lucky to have my mom. Because not only was she amazing, but a mom is something not everyone gets. Thinking about this, reminded me of my best friend Braelynn. She grew up with parents, but bad ones. I realized how lucky I was-to be the son of my mom. I never really thought about other's home lives and problems until that moment. When I had the most caring, most welcoming, most amazing mom, people out there had no idea who their mom was. People had moms who yelled at them, beat them, did horrible things to them. And yet I was oblivious to this. So I want to thank my mom. For everything that she's ever done for me. Because I didn't do it enough when she was alive, and now I can't do it enough now that she's dead. So thank you." Michael said, ending his speech and walking over to me and Brianna. She immediately pulled him into a hug, and he buried his face in her neck. After a few more speakers, the funeral was over. Brianna drove Michael home, and I drove Luke and Calum back to the house that me and Luke shared, since they were both crying enough to prevent them from safely driving anywhere. I pulled the two boys inside, sitting down on the couch and cuddling with both of them, pressing a kiss to their foreheads as I hummed a song to help them fall asleep. Soft snores came from both boys, and I smiled, before closing my own eyes and falling asleep.

I woke up to the sound of crying and crashes. Both Calum and Luke were still asleep on me, but I pushed myself out of their arms, before making sure they didn't wake up. They cuddled into each other, and I took a quick photo with my phone before venturing out into the room I heard the crashes and crying coming from. A familiar figure was there, chucking pillows at the wall, a broken lamp on the floor along with broken plates. 

"Mike." I said, gaining his attention. He looked at me in sadness, his eyes red and puffy. "Michael come here, you little kitten." I said, opening my arms. He shuffled into my arms, burying his face in my neck.