Maybe I'm Falling For You

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Luke's POV

I had driven me and Ashton to work, Ashton seeming like he was shivering the whole way there. "Ash. You're okay. And I'll take you home afterwards, if you still want," I said. He didn't say anything. He was still shaking. "Ashton. I'm sorry. Just stop shaking. Everything's going to be fine," I soothed. "Take me back," He said quietly. "What?" I ask. "T-Take me back," He repeated.

"B-Back? Back where?" I stammer. "I need my car. I need to talk to Michael. Take me back," He says, sounding like he was hypnotized. "Ashton. I can't let you drive. Look at you, you're shaking. No way I'm letting you on the road all alone," I protest. "Take me back Luke," He says, louder. I give in and him give me directions to the apartment.

"Ashton. A-Are you sure about this?" I ask, turning off the car. "No." But he still walks out of the car. I get out and follow him. He walks like a drone. His face is dazed. I was worried what Michael would do. We walked to the apartment, stopping at the door. "Luke. I-I think you should go," He says. "No. Ashton, I don't want you to get hurt," I say.

"Michael would n-never hurt me," He says, leaning against the door. "Please don't let him. I'll be waiting up," I say, kissing his cheek. He shoves me off. "N-No. Get to work. I don't want him to see you," He slurs. "Ashton, what's with you?" I ask. He shrugs. "I told you. Its been four years. I don't know how to deal with the aftershock," He mumbles.

I started to walk away as Ashton knocked on the door. I turned and watched. I need to know that that bastard wasn't going to hurt him. Slowly, the door opened. Michael stepped out. At least I think it was. His hair was messed up and his clothes were dirty and wrinkled. He turned and saw me, but he didn't do anything.

His eyes were red and his cheeks were flushed. I stepped forward, towards them. He looked at Ashton. He looked at me. "Ashton," He started, his voice raspy, "I-I'm sorry." Ashton collapsed on him I ran to them. "Ashton! Luke, what happened?" He said, hyperventilating. "I don't know. He had like a panic attack. I don't know. I'm scared," I admitted. Michael looked at me.

"Its okay Ashton," He said, looking away from me. He took Ashton inside. I looked inside their apartment. Shattered glass covered the floor. "Michael. Are you okay?" I asked, surprised at my own words. He didn't say anything , he just lied Ashton on the couch. "Rest up, love. Just sleep," He said, brushing back Ashton's curls.

Ashton said something inaudible to me. Michael smiled and kisses his forehead. He then walked over to me. "Get out."

Michael's POV

"Get out," I say roughly. "Michael, I have to ask. How do you know what to do?" He asks awkwardly. "I just do. What do want?" I spat. "I just want to make sure Ashton is going to be okay," He says. "He'll be fine," I assure him, pushing him away. "Okay. Okay. I'll leave," He said, turning around. I shut the door behind him and press my head against it.

I walk back to Ashton, who was asleep on the couch. I look at him, and crave to lie next to him. Before I do, I sweep all the broken glass into a corner. Then I throw it away. I lie next to Ashton and listen to his heartbeat.

"Michael. Michael, I have to tell you something." There's a voice ringing in my head, but no one's here. I turn around, and then I see him. The blonde hair and blue eyes. I stare at him. It's Luke. "What?" I shout.

“I love you.”