The Bodyguard (5sos)

Chapter 17

Maeve POV

Luke sheds a tear as he approaches me, holding his right wrist. I raise my eyebrow in question at him. He smiles meekly at me as he sits down next to me. I glance from his wrist back to his eyes, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Mike and I got into a little fight. Stupid." He quickly explains.

I sigh and mumble 'idiots' as I get my first aid kit. Luke's wrist is turning green and blue and will most likely stay bruised for a while. It could be worse, it could've been broken. It's only swollen a little bit, but I know that he'll need a brace when I can get one. The most I can do is wrap it with soft bandages and give him some pain killers. He winces as I wrap his wrist.

"Keep it elevated and ice it. Don't lift anything or do anything stupid. Don't even practice guitar. You will injure it more. Only play when you have to. I'm going to get a brace, but I'll check on Michael first." I explain.

He nods slowly and leans back in the couch as I exit the room. My feet move me to Michael's room. I hesitate at the closed door. His soft sobs escape the door. Jax whines at my feet because he wants to see Mikey. I open the door and he runs in. Michael giggles as Jaxson licks him on his cheeks.

"Michael? Are you okay?" I ask softly.

He glances up from petting Jax. I immediately see the bruise forming around his eye. A little bit of dried blood rests under his nose. He looks at the ground and shakes his head.

"I'm such and idiot. I'm surprised Luke didn't kill me. How could I be so idiotic! I'm so stupid, so stupid."

I watch as he launches back into sobs and beats himself up over an unknown reason to me. My thumb rubs circles on his back as I try to cheer him up. His pale frame shakes as he cries.

I tilt his chin up with my finger and wipe his tears away with my thumbs. The blood under his nose is cleaned with the cloth in my hands. Michael winces as my finger rubs against his bruise. His nose isn't broken, but it definitely will hurt for a while.

"I'm going to get Luke a brace for his wrist. Do you need anything?" He shakes his head. "Okay I'll be back. And for the record, Mikey, you are not stupid or an idiot."

With that I leave the room and walk into Ashton's room where him and Calum are song writing. I give them a brief description on what happened and I tell Calum to sit outside Mikey's door. Ash moves to sit with Luke. The last thing I need is for Luke and Michael to kill each other while I'm gone.

-//-

The black bulky wrist brace sits in a bag along with some candy for each of the boys. I'm walking back to the hotel enjoying the outdoors of Texas. We flew in after shows in different states and we will be staying here for a while. A teenage girl walks up to me with a smile on her face.

"Are you Makayla?" She asks shyly.

I confidently nod which makes her say, "I love you so much. Thank you for putting up with the guys. I know they can be challenging at times."

"Oh I actually don't mind at all. They can be difficult, but I've grown to love who they are." I say with a cheery voice.

"Can I grab a quick picture? It's been my dream to meet the boys, but you are like, even better than they are!" She exclaims.

I laugh and take a picture with her. "Do you have Twitter? I can force the boys to follow you." I suggest.

Her eyes light up at my suggestion, and rushes to give me her handle. I love meeting fans like her. They are just so sweet. The wind tousles my hair as I walk back to the hotel.

When I open the door, the four boys are sitting on the couch all deadly silent. Cal and Ash have their heads in their hands and Michael and Luke seem to be silently crying. The tension is so palpable, I can cut through it with a knife.

"Luke, see if this fits. I tried to guess your size but I could be wrong. Michael, I got you some concealer for your bruise. In case you want it for a show or interview."

I hand both of them their items and I give Ashton the bag with other contents. The wrist brace fits Luke perfectly, and I'm impressed that I found a concealer light enough to match Michael's skin tone.

"I don't need to know what you were arguing about, but I just need to know how you both got injured. Also I expect both of you to apologize to each other before your interview today. Personally, I don't give a fuck if it was your fault or the other person's fault, you two need to make up. Or make out I don't care." I get a few chuckles from that.

"We both said a few things, I said a few things, he said a few things. I got upset, so I punched him." Luke explains.

I burst out laughing. "If you punch so bad that you hurt your wrist-" I cannot control my laughter "-I need to teach you how to throw a punch."

Luke turns a deep shade of red, matching the shirt he is wearing. His three band mates all laugh at my statement. He blushes even more and mumbles 'shut up'.

"Hey we have an interview to go to, so Luke, you were the idiot that fell down the stairs and Mikey, I'd suggest that you cover it up with concealer because I don't have a story for you." I say.

-//-

"Please welcome 5 Seconds of Summer!" The interviewer yells.

The four boys file throw a small door and pile on the small couch provided. They can't fit very well, so Ashton sits on the ground in front of the couch.

"It's nice to have you here boys. And Luke, what happened to your wrist?"

"Uh, kind of an embarrassing story." He scratches the back of his neck while Ashton and Calum snicker. "I was leaving a venue and there were some stairs, and I didn't see said stairs and I fell and hurt my wrist. Nothing serious."

"Well I hope you get better soon." The interviewer says.

"Thank you. I just hope this won't impact my ability to play."

She nods and glances over to Ash. "So Ashton, you have been seen with Makayla, one of your tour assistants. Can you elaborate?"

Ashton smiles wide and looks in my direction. "She's just a good friend. I think the guys can agree that she keeps us out of trouble and keeps us from eating too much junk food." The audience laughs. "But I can confirm that there is nothing between us. We're just good friends."

For now.

Signing off,
Maeve

This is a bit of a longer chapter. What do you think Luke and Mike are fighting about? Leave a vote or comment if you enjoyed.
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