Cry (Muke)

If anyone asks,

I'll tell them we both just moved on...

The fans were loud tonight. Luke's hears had buzzed from all the screams. They were making there way from the concert arena to the bus. Paparazzi were yelling questions at them. The bright lights blinded Luke's eyesight. He didn't pay attention to the questions and let the others answers them. One question directed to him caught his attention.

"Luke, weren't you dating band member, Michael Clifford?" asked a female interviewer. She was pointing a microphone directly at him.

"Yes, I was." Luke said putting emphasis in the word was. "But, I'm not anymore. I moved on. It wasn't working out. The decision was mutual."

When people all stare,

I'll pretend that I don't hear them talk..

It was all over the media. Luke didn't think what he had said yesterday would travel so fast. Twitter and Tumblr were freaking out about the news that Michael and Luke had broken up. Michael kept sending him glares from behind and Luke could feel them in his back.

Luke ignored him. He ignored the fans, the media, and the boys. He didn't care what they had to say. It was his relationship, they could just fuck off.

Whenever I see you I'll swallow my pride and bite my tongue...

Later when they were recording in the studio, Luke watched Michael from afar, looking away when he look back at him. He was utterly beautiful, everything about him. His voice was angelic and his laugh made Luke feel those cliche butterflies.

After his session was done, Michael sat next to Luke, who was also done, on one the couches. Luke wanted to talk to Michael so badly but he was to much of a coward to try.

'Talk to him. Talk to him, you bastard.' Luke thought. 'Tell him why you broke up with him.' But he couldn't, he couldn't talk to the love of his life.

Pretend I'm okay with it all

Act like there's nothing wrong...

Is it over yet,

Can I open my eyes,

Is this as hard as it gets,

Is this what it feels like to really,

Cry...

When the boys got back home, Luke went directly to his room. He turned on the radio on the highest level and crawled into the corner. He couldn't keep acting like everything was ok, when it wasn't. He remembered all the hate he got on twitter when he was dating Michael. He had broken up with Michael because of it. Luke told him 'he was't feeling it' when really, he was. He loved Michael with all his heart but he hated the hate he received for loving someone the same gender and thought the only way to stop it was to break up with Michael.

Luke couldn't keep the tears in anymore, so he cried. He cried and cried, until he knew his eyes were puffy and red. He needed to get his Michael back. He was willing to beg on his knees and do anything he could to have Michael take him back.

If anyone asks,

I'll tell them we just grew apart,

What do I care if they believe me or not...

Michael was in his room. He was feeling like shit. He was just staring at the wall in silence. He felt nothing, he was emotionless. Ashton came in soon after. He went to go sit down next to Michael.

"Mikey, are you ok?" Ashton asked him.

"Yeah," Michael's voice cracked slightly. "I'm fine."

"I know you're not," Ashton told him. "Why did you and Luke break up?"