the little secret ,, muke + mashton

Chapter 19

[Ashton's P.O.V.]
Luke has been missing for 2 days now. I've tried almost everything. I've called him, I've called his parents, his friends, everything. Maybe he's staying at a hotel or something?
I smirk and run over to my laptop. I quickly type in my password and get onto the internet. Hmm.... where would he be staying right now? There's a couple motels a few blocks down, but he'd probably want to stay at a nice, clean, hotel. Unless he was drunk and checked into a crappy, cheap ass hotel. He'd probably do something like that.
I search up nearby 4 star hotels on google and 12 results pop up. Great, that narrows it down a lot. Hm, well Luke likes to calm down sometimes by swimming. I smirk to myself and search, '4 star hotels near Sydney with a pool'. This time, 4 hotels come up and I groan. I'm really not in the mood to visit four fucking hotels, but there's no other way for me to narrow down the results.
I shrug and stare at the wall blankly. Why do I always mess things up? This is all my fault. If only I wouldn't have kissed Michael, things wouldn't have gotten out of hand. I feel terrible. More terrible than before. If Luke wasn't missing I'd probably still try to get Michael to fall in love with me. But, it's pointless. Luke and Michael are the ones who are in love. I need to realise that Michael and I will never be together.
"Hey Ashton, what's up?" I turn to see Michael, now sitting on my bed.
"Ah, well, I figured Luke would probably be staying at a hotel to get away from us. And, usually he likes to swim when he's upset, so I searched up some hotels with pools in them. These four results came up." I turn enough so Michael can see the screen.
He nods his head and quickly reads the titles of the hotels.
"Oh, I know where a couple of those hotels are! We'd have to get directions for the others though.
"Great! We'll go visit those couple hotels today, and then the rest tomorrow. C'mon!" I jump out of my seat and grab Michael by the hood of his jacket.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down. Let's Calum first." He chuckles to himself and I roll my eyes. I proceed to head downstairs,
my hand still firmly grasping his hood.
"Hey, Calum. Ashton found some places where he thinks Luke might be staying at." Michael announces, ripping the headphones off of Calum's head.
"Oh, yeah, that's great!" He exclaims. He hops out of his seat and hugs both of us. "So.... where is he?"
"Oh, we don't know that exactly. But we think he might be staying at a nice hotel. Michael knows where some of them are.
"Alright, let's go." Calum leaves the room and exits the house without saying a word. Wow, he's not wasting any time now, is he?
I shrug and chase him out of the house. Light footsteps follow close behind me as I climb into the car with an impatient Calum.
"So, uh, how do we get there?" Calum asks, tapping his fingers on the dashboard.
"Relax, I'll put into the GPS." Michael explains.
"I am relaxed." Calum scoffs. Uh oh, I hope they aren't going to get into a fight.
"You don't seem like you are." Michael replies, his voice calm.
"Shut up." Oh shit.
"Fuck you, Calum." He sighs and types in the address of the first hotel into the GPS.
"Get driving, Michael." Calum says, obviously annoyed.
"Whatever." He mumbles. I shake my head and look down at the floor. Now there's tension between them. That's just fucking great, isn't it?
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[Michael's P.O.V.]
"Um hello." I whisper, barely audible, to the clerk at the entrance of the first hotel that me and the others are visiting to search for Luke.
"Hi. What do you need?" She asks, her high voice practically giving me a headache.
"I'm looking for a Luke Hemmings? Is he staying here?" I wonder if he's even at any hotel at all. Oh my god..... what if he's dead?
"One second...." She says, her fingers tapping away on the keyboard in front of her. I lean on the desk a bit, to try and look at the screen, but she quickly turns it away from me. A frown forms upon my face.
"Sorry, there's no Luke Hemmings staying in this hotel." I sigh and nod.
"Thanks." For nothing. I think to myself, snickering quietly as I walk back over to Calum and Ashton.
"Any luck?" Calum questions. I shake my head subtly and him and Ashton sigh in synchronisation.
"Yeah, I know. It fucking sucks! What if he's not anywhere nearby, and he's fucking dead!" My body heats up and I can feel my face getting red with anger. I fucking hate my life! I've been clean for a while now, but I feel the urge to dig a blade into my skin again.
I run over to a chair and kick it as hard as I can, knocking it over. I can feel eyes on me as I storm out of the building.