Luke was standing in front of Michael's door for the third time that day knocking on it for multiple minutes in a row.
He knew Michael must have gone out and eaten and went to the toilet but always Luke seemed to miss him and he wouldn't open the door to Luke.
"Luke, please," Calum said completely unimpressed with the banging that was going on in their house. "Leave him alone."
"I need to talk to him," Luke replied, his voice was weak and he was on the verge of crying.
"You're not in the position to force him to talk to you. Go to your room and think about what you will say when he does decide to talk to you."
Great, Luke thought. None of his bandmates were talking to him for three days straight and when Calum finally decides to, he makes him feel worse. Like he didn't feel like shit already.
He returned to his room and did what Calum said. Waited.
Luke heard Michael's door open and close and he heard the steps. He ordered Michael's favorite pizza in case he'd go in the kitchen and got something to eat. He decided on not making his bandmate hate him more so he didn't jump on him when he returned to the room.
What Luke didn't hear was Michael's door unlocking.
He waited for twenty or so minutes so he knew Michael was done with his food and then walked straight to Michael's room and opened the door.
Luke's heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears.
Michael looked worse than he did. He clearly didn't shower since that party and it broke Luke's heart how hurt he looked when he saw who it was.
"Get out."
"No."
Luke had zero intention of wasting probably the only opportunity he had to make this right.
"I'm sorry Michael. And I know sorry is not enough but I can let you hate me for something I didn't do."
Michael's eyes went wide. "Do you think I'll believe you? You fucking leaked my drunk text the moment I sent it. You didn't even have enough balls to post it from your own phone."
First tears fell down Luke's cheek. "A girl came up to me and ask me to borrow her my phone to call herself a cab. I've seen I had a text from you but I didn't think they were anything important. You know I delete everything."
"Like you think I'll believe that. You could fix your mistake the moment that got leaked and say it was a joke or something. Now you pushed me out of the closet and everybody's laughing at me because you left me or read."
"I swear on our friendship, Michael!"
If that didn't convince Michael than nothing would.
"When I saw what she did I found her but she only laughed at me. You weren't at the party anymore and neither were Ashton and Calum. I went home and then the next morning no one would talk to me or even look at me." Luke raised his voice and if the other two band members will hear him he didn't care.
"You could at least reply." Michael's voice was much weaker this time.
"Michael you've been getting dead drunk for the past three months and sending me these texts every time. You'd tried to kiss me whenever I'd had to get you to bed and I deleted the texts from both of our phones whenever it'd happen. I thought if he loved me when he's drunk maybe one day he'll tell me when he's sober. I'd do the same thing this week if this didn't happen."
Michael looked shocked.
"I know it was naïve of me when I gave her my phone and I'm sorry this was the consequence of it. It could have happened to you as well but it didn't."
"Why didn't you say anything?" The older man whispered.
"What would I say? I've been asking myself the same thing for the last five years. When we were fourteen you kissed me and then said 'ew'. You've been playing these stupid games with me ever since and if you think I didn't notice - well, I did. I've been waiting for you to do or say something."
"Why? I've been horrible." Michael admitted immediately.
"Because!" Luke shouted but then fished the phone out of his pocket.
Seconds later Michael's phone buzzed and he took it in his hand with a confused expression on his face.
In a moment Michael was off the bed and pressed Luke against the wall.
Then he - completely sober - pressed his lips against Luke's.
Instead of saying ew he said I love you.
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Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts?
I have three smut drafts for which I need a bit more time. But they will see the light of the day. One day.
