Getting Through it Together || Muke

Chapter 3

Michael was shocked. He didn't know that Luke felt this way. He kissed back and so much was happening at once. His body was heating, his face felt hot and his heart was fluttering. They pulled apart. 

"That was, wow." Michael said. 

"Yeah." Luke said and relaxed into the bed with Michael in his arms. 

"Luke?" 

"Yeah Mike?" 

"Please don't ever do it again. You're too good for it. You're amazing and beautiful and worth it." Michael said, looking into Luke's eyes. 

Luke teared up a little, "Michael, I can promise that I will try not to. It's addictive, and sometimes I can't control it, but I can promise that I can try."

Michael frowned, "That's good enough for now. I think It's time to go downstairs, make some food, and then go out and have fun!" He exclaimed.

Luke gulped. 

Food. He thought. Theres another thing I am hiding. How am I supposed to tell them? Maybe just eat, and if it comes back up, tell them. They won't be mad Luke. It will be okay. 

"Luke? Are you okay?" Michael snapped Luke out of his thought.

"Yeah. Lets go eat?" He said nervously. 

"Yeah." Michael said and walked out of the room. Luke walked downstairs slowly, his palms growing sweaty.

"Hey Lukey! Hey Mikey!" Ashton and Calum exclaimed as the two boys walked into the kitchen.

"Hey boys! So, with all of the drama out and everything in the open, I am starving. What do you guys want?" Michael asked. 

"Sandwiches." Calum said. The other boys nodded. Luke gulped.

"Okay, four sandwhiches coming up!" Michael said and got to work.

Luke battled his mind. 

Food is good for you. 

You're too fat. 

You need to eat to live.

Who would care if you lived?

Luke was snapped out of his thoughts when a plate was placed in front of him. It had a whole ham sand which, and a handful of chips on it. The other boys were already digging in, he might as well try.

Luke grabbed one of the halves of the sand which and took a small bite. It tasted good, and soon he took another, and another, and he realized how hungry he actually was. He finished the first half and started working on the 2nd. He finished that and ate all of the chips. 

Feeling like he could burst, he looked at all of the other boys. Playing on their phones, mindlessly. Luke felt happy for once, until he felt the dreaded nausea. He felt the sweat, and then the constant spit coming to your mouth. He got up and rushed to the bathroom, cupping his hand over his mouth. 

He got to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet, spilling the barley digested food into the bowl. He heard the other boys rush to the bathroom after him. 

"Luke! Are you okay?" Michael said frantically. Luke looked at the fear on Michael's face, and almost burst into tears. He could lie, tell him it was a bug, but Luke wanted to get better. He didn't want to keep living like this.

"Mikey. I'm not okay," He said and collapsed into Michael's arms, "I'm not okay." 

Michael let a tear escape his eye, "Luke? Is this what I think it is?" He said slowly.