[Ashton's P.O.V]
"Roll up your sleeves please." I ask him politely. He hesitates a moment, finally rolling up his sleeves above his elbows. He exhales a sigh and closes his eyes tightly.
"What-" I stop in mid-sentence and my eyes trail down to his arms. He has cuts going halfway up both his arms. Why has he done this to his self?
"Michael.... when did you start.. this." I say, the worry obvious in my tone. He doesn't answer me right away but I hear him sigh and clear his throat.
"A.. few nights ago." His voice cracks and he opens his eyes and stares into my eyes. A tear starts to fall from his eyes and I quickly catch it.
"Don't cry Michael. Please. But w-why." I whisper the last part, and my heart shatters. Why would my best mate want to hurt himself, and possibly end his life?
I roll up his sleeves while he answers, " Because, all those things people say about me on the internet. They call me a fag, we haven't even come out yet! But it is true." He catches me staring at him intently and his face falls and he returns his eyes to the floor.
"Don't listen to them. They don't know you like I do, they aren't worth your time." I reassure him and flash him a smile.
He giggles and I cheer. "Yay, I got you to laugh!" I shake him playfully and hold him close.
"Are you going to fix things with Luke?" I say, instantly regretting ever opening my mouth. I don't want to interfere with his love life.
He nods against my chest and I let go of him and a smile appears on his face.
"That's the Michael I love to see." He blushes and I pinch his cheeks. "Aw don't go all soft and innocent on me now." He chuckles and punches me in the arm.
"Tell Luke. About, you know." I say as he leaves the room. He doesn't answer, but I know he'll tell him when he's ready.
[Luke's P.O.V.]
"Does Michael hate me now?" I blurt out while Calum is pacing around awkwardly.
He shrugs, "Dunno. Gotta ask him that." I roll my eyes and I laugh and walk near him. He winces as I laugh and I mutter an apology.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I want to give you a hug, but I guess not." I turn on my heal and stomp up to my room, not looking back at Calum.
I flop down on my bed and run my hands through my hair. I fucked everything up with Michael. He probably never wants to see my face ever again.
A knock interrupts my thoughts and I yell, 'the door's open', thinking it's Calum. Oh boy was I wrong.
"H-hey." I barely hear a whisper, but I know who it is.
"M-Michael, leave. I don't want to be scolded right now. I didn't mean it, I told you."
The bed sinks down deeper and I sigh, feeling the presence of Michael. I roll over onto my back, not wanting to look at his face right now.
"Oh Lukey, you silly boy. I'm not that mad anymore, I know you didn't mean it." I can tell that he's smirking to himself right now and a giggle escapes my mouth. I cover my mouth and try to sound annoyed.
"Yeah right, just shut up." I can't hold in my laugh and and I start laughing and smiling like crazy.
I hear a "thump" and I see a friendly face come into my view.
"Well, hello there." He whispers seductively. I look at his plump lips and smile. They look so kissable right now. I bring my hand up to Michael and caress his face. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips and I grin.
I lean in and press my lips to his. His lips taste like mints and kiss him once more. I smile against his lips and my hands drift down to his waist.
His lips are my drug.
He is my drug.
I can never get enough of him.
I'm in love with him.
But of course I won't tell him that, we've only been dating for about a month now. It would be crazy to tell him that I love him so soon, right?
"Luke, why'd you stop kissing me." He frowns and I kiss him so he knows that I want to kiss him. I feel him smile against my lips and it sends a shiver down my spine. I love when he smiles.
"Sorry, 'was so caught up in my imagination." His smile fades away.
" 'Bout what babe?"
"You of course."
I bend down slightly and attach my lips to his. Our lips move in sync and I decide to take it a little farther this time. We both sit up and I press my back against the wall, while still sitting on the bed. I slide my tongue over his top lip, asking for entrance. He parts his lips and I slip my tongue into his mouth.
Our tongues meet and dance around each other for a while. Michael wraps his arms around my neck and continues to kiss me. I love him so much. So so much.
I attach my lips to his neck and find his soft spot and begin to give him a love bite. "L-Luke." A small moan escapes he mouth. I smirk and continue to suck on his neck. I give him small kisses all the way up to his ear and nibble on it, softly.
I pull away and I miss his lips immediately. He frowns and I peck his nose. " 'M going to take a shower now, I'll be back."
"Can I come?" He pouts.
"No, not yet. We've been dating for a month. It's too soon." I giggle and start walking out of the room.
"But I wanted t-" He chokes out, sounding slightly embarrassed to say that he wants to take a shower with me.
"I said no! Alright?" I scream out before even knowing it. Why has my mood changed suddenly. Am I crazy? What is happening to me.
"S-Sorry, I- I- I didn't mean that." He stutters and I rush over to him and hold his face in my hands. He flinches at my touch and I quickly kiss him and hurry off before he gets angry at me.
What if I'm crazy, psychotic even?
YOU ARE READING
the little secret ,, muke + mashton
Fanfiction"People cry, not because they're weak it's because they've been strong for too long"
