Falling [muke]

Chapter 9

A/N hello! How are you all? Thank you for all your votes and comments! Please comment more I legit love every comment. I just found out my friend has cancer so please pray for him. okay enjoy the story!
There are mentions of self harm but no actual self harm but there are mentions of it towards the end so trigger warning for that just in case.

Luke

I woke up to the sound of throwing up coming from my bathroom. This is why I don't get drunk often. It's probably Michael since he's not in my bed anymore.
I don't know when I fell asleep last night. All I know is I spent a whole lot of time thinking about Michael.
I check my phone to see its 11:00am and I have a lot of drunk texts from Ashton.
'Hey broo I lovve you'
'Ccan we get pizza tomorroww'
'Hahahha boobs'
I shake my head and put my phone back down, contemplating whether I should get up and check on the puking Michael, or lay here and hope to fall into a coma.
I decide to get up and check on Michael since I don't know how to fall into a coma.
I get up and walk to the bathroom and Michael has all his clothes on now and he's hunched over and throwing up into the toilet.
"Hey." I say from the bathroom door as Michael continues with his puking. Michael groans in response.
I raise my eyebrows as he throws up some more and walk back to my room. This may be a while.
40 minutes later, Michael walks into my room.
"Hey. How are you feeling?" I ask, smiling slightly.
"Like I got hit by a bus" Michael replies, sitting on my bed. I laugh slightly at the comment.
"Hang on ill get you something to help." I say, walking out of the room and to my kitchen and getting Tylenol and a glass of water for Michael. I bring it back to Michael and he takes it, swallowing the pill.
"Thanks." He says. "And sorry for throwing up in your bathroom a couple hundred times."
"It's okay. I'm used to Ashton throwing up in the bathroom when he gets drunk." I say, laughing.

Michael

I woke up this morning in Luke's bed, with my head on his chest, and to be honest, it scared the shit out of me.
I had no recollection of what happened last night, or why I was in Luke's bed, or why I was only in my boxers.
And another thing, I was only in my boxers. Luke could have easily seen my wrists. They were covered by a blanket when I woke up, but I hope to god that he was already asleep when I took my clothes off, or he just somehow didn't see what he could've seen.
He just can't find out. Nobody knows except for Calum who thinks I quit, and I can't have the guy I should've been staying away from knowing my biggest secret.
I still want to know what happened last night, but my head hurts like hell already. But either way, I should ask.
Luke and I have just been sitting on his bed for an hour anyway.

Luke

"So, what exactly happened last night?" Michael asks, a slight worried tone in his voice.
I knew he'd ask this at some point. A lot happened last night.
"Well, I got to the party and I saw you so I walked over to you and you were drunk." I start, deciding to leave out the part where he was making out with that asshole. Can I leave out the part about Michael kissing me too?
"You could barely walk so I brought you to a couch at the party and we were really just talking, and you were pretty funny because you were drunk. Not that you're not funny when you're not drunk, just you were drunk...so it was funny." I say, expanding on my thoughts. Michael laughs at that. He probably won't be laughing at what I'm about to say.
"And then I was about to take you home, because if you drank anymore you probably would've died, and you uh...you did something." I say, not wanting to tell him he kissed me because of what happened when I tried to kiss him.
I look at Michael and he's staring at me with his eyebrows raised, which means I have to continue.
"You uh...you kind of..kissed me? But I- I pushed you away because you were drunk and I didn't want you to regret it. So it wasn't much of a kiss. It was quick." I ramble, hoping Michael won't run away. I slowly look at him and his eyes are wide and his face has turned a reddish color.
"Oh.. I'm sorry for kissing you. Did anything else happen?" He says, looking down.
"It's fine, honestly. Nothing else really happened. After that I brought you home and you wanted to sleep in my bed with me, so I let you." I say, hoping that won't make Michael even more uncomfortable than he already is.
"Sorry about that too. I guess I'm a clingy drunk." He says, laughing awkwardly.
"Its fine, I didn't mind." I laugh.
"So that's it?" Michael asks.
"Yeah pretty much." I say, holding back a sigh as I thought about the only other important thing. What I saw. I decided now wasn't the time to mention it. I don't think anytime is a good time to mention it.
"Alright. I'm probably gonna go back to my place now. Thanks for letting me stay here." Michael says, starting to get up.
"Okay. Call me if you need anything." I say, letting off a small smile.
Michael nods and leaves the room. A minute later I hear the front door open and close and know he left.

Michael

I kissed him. What part of 'stay away from him' does my shitty mind not understand? I know I was drunk, but come on. Why can't I just follow one simple task? Don't get close to anyone. Don't fall for anyone. I'm breaking my own rules.
I sigh as I walk back to my apartment and luckily I have a key in my pocket this time. I open the door and see a Calum and an Ashton sitting on the couches groaning. I almost forgot about my hangover until now. That Tylenol helped a lot, but now I'm getting a headache again from thinking too much.
"Hey. Having fun with the hangovers?" I ask, sarcastically.
"No, I think I'm gonna die. Yeah, I'm definitely gonna die." Calum groans. "How are you still alive?" He asks me. I shrug.
"I don't know. I threw up about 5000 times this morning and I thought I was gonna die, but I didn't." I reply.
"Well if I die, make sure they bury me with pizzas." Calum says.
"Will do." I say, leaving Calum and Ashton alone to die and walking upstairs to my room.
I spent a while in my room with my guitar and some lyrics popped into my head as I was thinking so I wrote them down.
'I wish I was, I wish I was, beside you'
I decided that was enough lyrics for tonight and put my guitar away.
I heard the front door open and close about an hour ago, so Ashton probably went back to Luke's place and Calum's probably dead in the living room.
It's 10:00pm now and I'm tired, but I kind of don't want to sleep alone. I miss the feeling of being next to Luke, and I hate myself for feeling this way.

Luke

I spent the day thinking. Way too much thinking. And I'm trying not to panic, because I'm thinking about what I saw last night, and I'm scared Michael might do it again.
What if he hurts himself again tonight? How do I know when hes gonna do it? What if I can make him stop?
I have so many questions but I'm pretty sure Michael's the only one who can answer them. But since I'm not sure if telling Michael that I know is a good idea, I decide to go to the second best source. Google.
'What should you do if your friend is cutting themself?'
I search through the websites of information and options on what to do. I hate the thought of Michael hurting himself on purpose. I hate it.
'Tell a trusted adult'
That's not an option. I don't trust any adults.
'Call 911'
Fuck no.
'Talk to the person about it.'
I sigh, shutting my laptop. That's pretty much my only option right now, even though I hate it and it might make Michael distance himself from me even more.
I grab my phone, and take a deep breath before dialling Michael's number.

Michael

I sat on my bed thinking about Luke and how much I want to be with him. How much I want to kiss him. How stupid I am for letting myself fall for him.
I grab the little box from under my bed, and just as I was about to grab the little razor out of it, my phone rang. The noise made me jump and I put the box back, going to my bed and grabbing my phone. Luke. Why is Luke calling me?
I sigh before answering the phone.

Luke

"Hello?" I hear Michael say from the other end.
"Hey Michael. H-how are you?" I say, trying to keep my breath steady.
"I'm..good. Why are you calling?" He says, in a slightly rushed tone. Maybe hes busy, maybe I should call again tomorrow.
"Um I just..I kinda..saw something last night. And I thought we should talk about it." I rush out to keep myself from backing out of the phone call.
"What do you mean you saw something?" Michael says, his tone different this time. I cant explain it. He almost sounds..worried?
"I-uh..please don't get mad when I ask this but.."
"What is it?"
"Michael, do you cut yourself?"
And with that, the line goes dead.