Luke was sat on the couch watching a random basketball game as he waited for Michael and the guys to come home.
He pulled out his phone when it started getting late and dialed his boyfriends number.
"Mikey? Where are you?" Luke whined as Michael picked up the phone.
"I'm walking up the driveway with the boys right now. We're- holy sh- who is that?" Luke heard and began hearing voices in the background.
"Listen, baby. There's a man standing on the porch and we don't know who he his. Don't come outside. Stay upstairs." Michael said in a hushed voice.
"Michael I'm scared." Luke whispered.
"I know, but it's okay. I'm just gonna go talk to him and see where he c-"
"No! What if he hurts you?" Luke whisper yelled.
"I'll be fine. I have Calum and Ashton with me."
Luke listened as Michael walked up the driveway.
"Hey, who are y-"
Luke's eyes filled with tears and his mind filled with panic as the line cut off.
He heard loud noises coming from downstairs.
He looked around the room, but there was nothing he could use as a weapon.
He quickly turned off the light and shut the door, standing behind it.
His heart rate picked up with every step he heard coming up the stairs. They were painfully slow and that's what tortured Luke the most.
He couldn't hear Michael or Ashton or Calum.
What if he killed them?
Luke held his breath as he heard the knob being twisted.
The door opened and shut quickly.
He knew the man was in the room but Luke couldn't see in the pitch black. Neither of their eyes had adjusted to the darkness.
The door opened again, and closed quickly after but he just saw another body come through the door.
It happened one last time, and all of a sudden, the air was thick around him.
His breath got caught as he felt a single finger run down his chest.
He couldn't control it anymore and he let his cries escape his mouth.
He closed his eyes when he saw a flashlight being shone in his face. He didn't want to see the face of the men.
"If you killed Michael, go ahead and kill me too. Do it!" Luke angrily cried, refusing to open his eyes.
"If you killed all of my friends, kill me the same way you killed them." Luke cried, and he could tell someone turned the light one.
"Luke." He heard Michaels voice say.
He opened his eyes and his face turned angry as he saw the three boys standing there.
He let another round of fresh tears fall from his eyes as he ran out of the room, away from all of them.
"Luke!" They called following him downstairs to the living room.
"I can't believe you would do that." He cried as Michael held him tightly.
All three boys felt a little guilty. They didn't think it would go this far.
"I can't breathe.." Luke choked, and Michael picked him up, sitting down on the couch.
"Baby I'm sorry. It was just a joke that went too far. It's okay. I've got you. You're safe.." Michael whispered, running his hand up and down Luke's back.
"I thought you died, Michael! Are you crazy?!" Luke yelled, and sat up on Michaels lap.
"I'm sorry." Michael whispered, seeing how torn up Luke was.
Luke stood up and pushed Michael back onto the couch.
"Calum, you're gonna wash my car and do my laundry every day! Ashton, you're cooking for me whenever I want! And Michael, you'll be waiting on me hand and foot until it makes you miserable. Got it?!" Luke yelled and all three boys nodded as Luke went to his room to calm down.
