Torn In Three | Malum, Muke, Mashton

Chapter Twelve

-Michael's point of view-

At three in the morning, I arrived back at the band's hotel. Not to my surprise, the hotel suite was dark and empty. I stumbled over dirty clothes and what felt like a wooden chair in order to find the light switch. Once found, I flicked it on only to be met by a patient Calum sitting on the far end of the room.

"You took your time, Michael." The boy spoke calmly, as if he were some evil and powerful leader. Given the situation, he does infact have a lot of power over what could happen next.

"Why were you waiting for me?" I replied, surprisingly confident.

"Because I want to talk to you" Calum spoke.

"Couldn't it wait until morning-"

"No! This is important" Calum's tone sounded irritated. I'm sure my statement was not the only thing that set him off.

"Fine, speak boy." I waved my hand towards Calum and threw myself on the sofa - it was comfy, which only made it harder to stay alert during the important conversation I was about to engage in.

A deep sigh was let out before the boy who was now infront of me began: "the past couple of days have been..." he hesitated on his words. "Tough for you. I just wanted to say that I don't forgive you, but-"

"You want to forgive me?"

Calum shocked me as he approached my seat, leaving himself only centremeters from my eyes. "You can't be forgiven for such a fucking horrible thing, especially to someone you love"

"I never told you I loved you." Pain was evident in Calum's eyes and I instantly regretted what I said. "Wait, no I didn't mean it like that-"

I was interrupted by a stinging slap to my face. Hot tears flowed from my eyes at the pain; I moved my hand towards my now swollen cheek in attempt to somehow make it better, but it still hurt an awful lot. Especially coming from Calum.

"You dick. You really want my forgiveness? You must earn it" Calum growled as his lips neared my ears. From the slap, I was suddenly alert at my circumstance and shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"What do you mean?"

"Tell Luke it's over."

"What's over-"

"Don't play innocent, Clifford. I've seen your backstage 'fun' with him: the way he seems so distressed when you're not around him. It pisses me off, interesting right? Your actions actually hurt others"

"So did your slap" I finally looked into the Kiwi boy's eyes: they were dark and filled with rage - not a side of Calum I see often. What got into the boy? "If I promise to break it off with Luke, will we get back together?"

A sickingly sarcastic laugh escaped Calum's mouth. "Depends"

"On what?"

"On how you break up with him."

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I neared Luke's bedroom painfully slow, one small step at a time. Seconds felt like minutes. Finally arriving at the dreaded door, I knocked twice before I heard a small groan come from the other end: I cracked open the door slightly just so the blonde could see my face, then walked in as I saw his mouth curve into a handsome yet tired smile.

"Morning, beautiful" Luke's raspy voice spoke as I inched closer towards the bed.

"Morning" I sighed, finally perching near Luke's toes.

"What's wrong? Couldn't wait 'till morning for me?" Luke had a cheeky smile. I tried to avoid his eyes when I didn't smile back.

"Erm, look -" my words obviously said too much as the twinkle in Luke' s already knew where I was going.

"Mikey, don't. I thought we were having fun"

"We are, babe. It's just, I want Calum to forgive me."

"You're choosing Calum over me?" Luke sounded like a teenage girl.

"Only for the time being..." I trailed off, not knowing exactly where I wanted to go with this. Every breath Luke took was painful to witness: I hated seeing him hurt, I hated being the one to cause the hurt. Yet it was my fault - I could have sent Calum away, not have let him get the best of me. But who am I kidding? I want Calum. I need Calum. Luke is a fling afterall; just a fling with feelings.

"Tsk," Luke rolled his eyes back. "How long will that take? You're not worth waiting for"

Luke's words felt like a stab to the heart, the fact they were true only made the wound deeper. "You're right, Luke. I'm not worth waiting for. You can go and fuck some other person while I do the same with Calum. But would that really make you feel better? Wouldn't you rather, I don't know, a prettier boy with green hair? If you refuse to wait for me, you'll never get this luscious green hair back." I didn't know where my words came from, but I spoke with confidence in hope of getting my way.

Luke paused for a long moment thinking through what I said: "I'll wait no longer than a week, if-" I cut the boy off by attaching my lips to his. His morning breath was weak, which meant that my still alcoholic one overtook him. Luke asked for entrance by licking my lips but I refused; I was saving myself for Calum.

My hands travelled down to Luke's bare chest: he relaxed at my touch and I knew he was under my full control. "We're not dating. Understand?" I growled, earning a hasty nod from Luke. "Wait for me."

With no warning, I jumped off of the boy and quickly made my way out of the bedroom after blowing a quick kiss with my hands towards where I previously sat.

This time, I travelled swiftly through the hotel and approached Calum's room. "Babe?"

Calum was sat topless (the duvet was covering all chance of me learning whether the boy was wearing underwear) on his bed with his phone in his right hand. "Did you do it?"

"All done."

"He understood?"

"You're all mine now, Cal."