You & I~Muke

-Luke-

Helloooooo- this IS an update haha, sorry about the last one, just felt it was necessary to thank you and dedicate somethin to it- 
But also, before we start, I've had a few request before to do it, so if anyone has any questions about the book, the writing, characters or me, hmu down below, I promised I'd do one a few times and I still have the question from then I'll answer, sorry bout that, but that was mainly BC not many people commented, but yeah? I guess it's gonna happen :)
So:
Characters;
Michael;
Luke:
Ashton/Calum:
Louis/Harry:
Daryl or Mumma Clifford:
Ray:
Noah:
Any additional characters:
Me: (lmao Sofia no one cares sh)
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But other than that, I hope you enjoy lots and lots, feel free to let me know you opinions, always love hearing from you❤️xx  Enjoy!

ps. really fucking sorry it's taken me forever to update, lots of reasons. mainly my laptop being a douche bag, but also just me being a sad piece of shit lmao:) 

regardless, sorry if it sucks, this is a shitty filler (even tho it took me 193749047410 years to write) but do enjoy and drop me a comment if you enjoy x PLEASE READ A/N!Xx 

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Walking out the bathroom, leaving behind steam, heat, and a hangover as I let the cold air make contact with my rough, heavy skin, and walk into the hallway; it seems as I do so, the mildly loud chatter coming from Cal's front room dies down to a whisper. I sigh, slinging my towel over my shoulder, still a bit able to feel the chemicals burning in my bloodstream; soon, with my wet hair flopping onto my forehead, I breathe. For the first time in hours, I breathe.

I force a smile when I walk into the front room, and cal and ash shoot one back; mali does to, but it's a very small smile, and there are some tears, too.

"Hey kiddo," she says, frantically wiping and trying to hide her sadness from me, which is something neither of us have ever done too well. I feel mean that I'm upsetting her, because now I sit down, and take her into my arms, I remember I haven't seen her in almost half a year, that I haven't even bothered- and now suddenly I'm back, high and a bit fucked up; just ruining everything for her.

Sinking into the sofa, I wipe a few of her tears.

"Don't cry," my voice shakes terribly, atrociously, because I'm about to be cry. Ooh, how hypocritical. "Please don't, Mali,"

She nods, biting her lip, trying to hold it in while grabbing my hand and taking it to her chest, near her heart, both of her dainty palms around my paw; I dip down and kiss it, but I guess that's another jab to the cut because I suddenly remember how many times I've done that to Michael, who won't even let me touch him these days.

"You can't expect me to be fine, Can you, Luke? Really? Because I haven't seen you for months and months, after everything we went through," her voice cracks as it raises. Fuck. "And now you show up, and you're- you're... you're a wreck luke!"

I should be crying.

Why am I not crying?

Maybe it's because I'm heartless, maybe that's because I'm a fuck up and I'm selfish.

"I'm sorry. I really am." then I cry. Again. "I'm so sorry."

And I think there's something in my voice that tells everyone I'm not just apologising to Mali, that I'm apologising to everyone. For everything.

For ruining anything, for even existing because god knows I've made everyone's life a living hell.

And I say this, I apologise, and they'll tell me it's fine. That it's okay, and that I haven't done anything wrong and that's because maybe they're nice. Or that they care and to be completely, terribly honest, I fucking can't stand when people care- maybe it's the pressure because I always know I hurt those that care, that maybe I push them away because if they get to close, it's