A Change In The Weather (Malum mpreg)

0.6

Luke

I'm kind of worried about Michael. He's gone into what coukd be described as a depressed state of mind where he barely talks to anyone and is always outside taking a drag of his newly found addiction. I wish I could tell Michaek where Calum is-i mean if I knew where he is- which I don't, if I did I would tell I mean, yeah.

I'm just going to pretend that the silent conversation with myself didn't just happen- oh shoot I'm doing it again. Shut up, Luke. You suck at keeping secrets. 

Anyway...nothing has been right recently. Michael never talks to us anymore, he doesn't eat that much and all he does is stare at his mobile in wait for a call from the police. Days pass and Michael doesn't sleep or eat.

"C'mon, Mikey, please eat this." Ashton begs, holding the bowl of soup close to his face. "Calum would want you to." and I flinch at his words, knowing he didn't say the right thing when Michael's eyes flickered to Ashton and set a glare at my boyfriend. He didn't say anything though, which is odd. Usually he'd go all cliché and say that "you dont know what he wants!" or "stop talking abiut him like he's dead!" but no, all we get is quiet. And finally, after the steaming bowl is under his nose for ten minutes, Michael takes it and eats some of the noodles but mostly just drinks the broth. Ashton smiles cutely and walks back over to where I'm sat and plops down on my lap.

"Don't be gentle or anything." I groan and shift under his weight.

"Don't be such a whiner." he giggles and gets up so we switch places. Even though I'm bigger than he is, I like being the smaller spoon when we cuddle. It gives me a sense of safety.

"It feels good to accomplish." he says, both of our eyes going to Michael who was finishing the bowl off.

"I'm proud of you." I mumble, cuddling into his chest as well as feeling a pang of guilt in my stomach.

"Thank you, Lukey." he smiles and presses a kiss to my head. I stare at Michael and wonder what would happen if I told him.

Calum

Countless days I lay in this bed, we move around a lot, I know this because they always have to knock me out before we leave. I don't know how much longer I'm going to last. My head is spinning and I think my body is giving in, I groan and then my eyes flutter closed everything going black.  The next time I wake, it's to pounding on the heaby metal door until it swings open.

"Police!" men and women in black come rushing in. I look at them with fuzzy vision and muster up all of my strength to talk with them.

"Help me," I gasp. "Please." I mumble and a woman stops and begins to unstrap me from the table and removes the headpiece. 

"Can you walk?" she asks, wrapping one of my arms around her shoulders and hauling me to my feet. My knees go weak and I almost collapse, butbshe pulls me up again and helps me walk out of the building, stumbling the whole way until paramedics are rushing over and I'm laid out on a stretcher and a mask over my face that reminded me too much of the torture so I started freaking out.

"No! No!" I shout, squirming under the medics' hold to try and get the mask off of my face. "Get it off!" I shout, shaking my head furiously, feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins. "Don't hurt me!" I yell, beginning to cry. Both of the medics look at one another before nodding and take out a shot and stab me in the arm with it. "No.." I mumble as we get in the ambulance and speed away and I fade into black all over again.

Michael's Pov

The phone actually starts ringing and I'm so in shock I almost forget to pick it up.

"Hello?" I say frantically.

"We found him."

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