❝ baby, I don't understand this.
you're changing, I can't stand it.
my heart can't take this damage.
and the way I feel, can't stand it. ❞
or
the one where Luke goes through hell with his boyfriend and Calum makes it bearable.
||CURRENTLY HAVING...
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TW: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND MENTAL HOSPITALS
The aching of Luke's abused feet made him practically limp towards his car, the raw skin begging him for a break. He had taken double shifts the past three nights in a row, covering for Bailey while she was out of town and another coworker for reasons he barely knew. All he knew was that they were ridiculously understaffed.
He swore he had seen more drunk twenty year olds in the past seventy-two hours then his whole life before then. If he had to make one more dry martini or Long Island iced tea, he would definitely puke into it from just the smell of the musky alcohol. His body was running on autopilot; pour, mix, serve, pour, mix, serve, repeat.
He was extremely grateful when he was finally able to leave, letting out a sigh once he got into the driver's seat, hands gripping the steering wheel, the small amount of relaxation feeling like heaven.. The blonds job was exhausting and didn't pay nearly enough as he needed, especially considering Jeremy rarely brought in any money. He felt beyond stressed at the moment, but he knew where to go to cool down.
The route to his newly favorite place in the world (except maybe in Michaels bed with the red head right next to him) was quickly becoming a familiar one. He knew going to bed was a smart idea but he could never sleep when his mind was all over the place, no matter how sleepy his eyes got. He had texted Mali, making sure she was okay with him coming which of course was granted with a permission slip to spend as many hours at the coffee shop as he'd like. A visible veil of comfort swept over him when seeing the shop, parking and getting out of the car.
In hindsight, he probably should've gone home.
By now, Mali had learned to leave the door unlocked when the boys asked to come hang out, so the lanky male strolled into the much warmer environment, hoping to find a place to wind down. Instead of the comfortable stool and warm cup of cocoa he oh so needed, he found two brunettes yelling profanities at each other.
They were both behind the countertop, the taller one red faced and frustrated while the shorter woman looked like she was leaning towards the more guilty side of the spectrum. Calum looked nearly ready to explode, hands in fists at his sides and eyebrows furrowed so deeply, you could hold water in the crinkles they were creating. Mali on the other hand, was standing with her hands on her hips, and although looking a bit guilty, her body language made it clear the younger man was trying her patience.
"That was none of your business, Mali! I don't give a fuck how much you trust him. This isn't about you! None of that was! It was about me, and it was MY business to tell!" Luke froze in his spot when hearing the bell jingle from the door closing, watching with wide eyes when silence fell upon the small shop and the pair of siblings looked up at him.
He stared back awkwardly for a moment before letting out a strangled answer, "uh, this- I don't- I should leave." The awkward mans words were obviously filled with discomfort from how thick the air was.
