Can You Keep A Secret? [DISCONTINUED]

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"Miiiiiiichaelllllllll, have you seen my pizza boxers?" Luke yelled from across the hotel room, that the two were sharing for the duration of this time stay in London. It was their second day there, they'd flown across from France the previous morning, and their first show of four, two in Wembley Arena and two at the O2, was that night. The guys were all more hyped than usual. These were two of the biggest arenas in the world and with some of their nicest, and hottest, would soon be fans filling them. The week was bound to be awesome. At the moment they were getting ready for their day, which would be filled with various interviews and a soundcheck, as well as the concert that night. Same as usual.

"No Luuuukeeeeeeyyy, I haven't. Unless you mean these," Michael yelled back, imitating Luke's whiney tone before turning away from his own suitcase, where he was trying to find a decent shirt. When he was facing Luke, he pulled down his pants to show the exact dark blue, pizza patterned boxers Luke was talking about.

"Eeeew! Why Mikey? That's disgusting!" Luke shrieked, and covered his eyes then turned away to rummage through his suitcase once again, trying to find a new pair of boxers.

"Because, my dear Luke, I love pizza," Michael cooed in the sweet voice he always uses when he's teasing the boys, the he too turned to suitcase again. "But the one thing I love more than pizza, is teasing you. So it's a win-win situation really."

"It's not a win-win situation! It's a win-win-lose situation," Luke yelled, pointing to Michael twice and then himself as he said it, "You're the only winner in this!"

"Oh well, guess I was wrong then. It's an 'I win you lose' situation," Michael declared, pulling a black and yellow Nirvana T-shirt, which he was sure was Calum's, over his head and walking into the bathroom, laughing his head off.

"I hate you!" Luke hollered after him, finally finding a new pair of boxers, Batman ones that were probably Ashton's.

"Such a weak insult. Do you have anything better?" Michael called as he squeezes some of the classic Colgate peppermint toothpaste onto his red and black tooth brush.

"Yeah." Luke huffed as he entered the bathroom with his toothbrush, which he then squeezed some of the same toothpaste onto after snatching it from Michael's grip.

"Like what?" Michael scoffed as he started brushing his teeth, not noticing Luke staring at his left hand, which had been previously holding the toothpaste. It was blistered over and the flesh of his palm was an angry red.

"Why's your hand burnt?" Luke asked, looking up at Michael's face in the mirror. Michael's expression turned to one of confusion. What was Luke going on about now?

"Come on, Luke. That's not an in-," Michael began, before being cut off by Luke.

"It's not an insult. It's a question," Luke stated bluntly, "why is your hand burnt?"

"Huh?" Michael responded, looking down at his hand, which was indeed burnt, quite badly at that.  Shit. Michael had forgotten to heal himself after last night. He needed a good excuse, and quickly.

"Oh," he chuckled and quickly moved the damaged appendage behind his back to hide it from sight, "I burned my palm yesterday. No biggie."

Luke looked doubtful and Michael didn't blame him. That was quite possibly one of the lamest excuses ever, but also not a lie. He did burn his palm the day before, he just didn't say how.

"What were you doing when it happened?" Luke narrowed his eyes and then began to brush his teeth while pointedly glaring at Michael.

"Oh ya know," Michael winced, "...I picked up a thingamajig that I didn't realize was hot."

Luke nearly choked on the toothpaste in his mouth as he began to laugh, "OH MY GOD YOU'RE A TERRIBLE LIAR!" He giggled and pushed Michael out of the way with his hip so he could spit into the sink.

"It's the truth," Michael protested weakly. He wasn't at all convincing which caused a long eye roll from Luke.

"And my name is Billy Bob. That is such a lie Michael," he wiped some of the smeared toothpaste on his face off with a towel and then looked over at his bandmate expectantly.

Michael panicked, "you need to leave," he spluttered, before widening his eyes and slapping a hand over his mouth when he realised what he just said.

"Excuse you," Luke frowned and crossed his arms, cornering Michael in the small hotel bathroom, "this is my bathroom too."

"I need to shit," Was Michael's immediate response. Gross yes, but it worked.

Luke wrinkled his nose in disgust and quickly backed away like Michael was a ticking time bomb, "like now?"

"Yes now. It's an emergency," The guitarist emphasises his statement by gripping his abdomen and hunching over a little.

"Jesus Christ okay," Luke quickly walked backwards to the bathroom door, "just let me leave first."

"You better hurry!" Michael warned him, shuffling back toward the toilet.

"HOLD IT! HOLD IT!" Luke screeched, fleeing the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him, "I'M GOING OVER TO CALUM AND ASHTON'S ROOM!"

"OKAY!" Michael yelled back, leaning against the counter and trying not to laugh at how horrified his friend sounded.

"DON'T RUIN MY FAVORITE BOXERS!" Luke warned him, sounding like he was close to leaving.

"NO PROMISEEEEES!" Michael teased him.

"EWWWWWW!" Luke shrieked one more time before Michael heard the hotel door open and then shut. Luke was gone and he was alone.

"That was a close one," he shook his head and let out a sigh of relief.

Turning his attention to his roughed up hands, Michael sighed when he saw that his right palm had been severely burned. He had such a high pain tolerance and was so used to it he hadn't even noticed it before. Unfortunately Luke had, and he'd have to come up with a better excuse before Ashton or Calum confronted him because they wouldn't let him off the hook as easily as the blonde.

On the other hand, if he healed himself then maybe he could convince the other two that it wasn't that bad at all and that Luke was just being overly dramatic.

So Michael started down at his palm in deep concentration. Letting his eyelids flutter shut he felt the familiar sensation of his skin rippling and throbbing as it weaved itself back together. He had always been particularly good at healing, which was an important skill considering how often he injured himself. When the throbbing sensation faded and he felt his power being drawn back into his body, he peeled his eyes open. There was no sign that he had been hurt at all as the burn marks were completely gone, not even leaving a scar in their wake.

Michael grinned, thinking he was off the hook, until a text came in from Calum.

Ca$hMoney Hood:
Luke told us you had explosive diarrhoea. Do you want us to get you some adult diapers to wear under your jeans for the show tonight?

He groaned and slammed his phone down. Luke was the worst sometimes.

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