❝ baby, I don't understand this.
you're changing, I can't stand it.
my heart can't take this damage.
and the way I feel, can't stand it. ❞
or
the one where Luke goes through hell with his boyfriend and Calum makes it bearable.
||CURRENTLY HAVING...
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TW: PHYSICAL/SEXUAL ABUSE
It was just another night. The stars were barely poking out from behind the pollution and the air was chilly, showing signs of what was left of winter melting into the spring. Luke's head was throbbing when he left his work, his ears almost ringing. Bailey had given him some pain killers but they hadn't done more then dull it for half an hour before it came back with a vengeance. The migraine had already put him into a bad mood, so his boyfriend being an hour late to pick him up didn't sit especially well with him that Friday evening, barely acknowledging the man as he slid into the truck. The action earned him a scoff as he drove off down the terribly lit street littered with beer cans and people.
"Well hello to you too. Who pissed in the princesses cereal?" His voice wasn't the least bit sympathetic, Luke rolling his eyes in response. He didn't have the energy to deal with the man's sarcasm, so he stayed quiet, not caring if it pissed him off. He wasn't one to antagonize or purposely start problems, and knew if he spoke that it would only come up bitter and harsh.
"Don't ignore me, Luke. What's wrong?" Jeremy's voice was softer but still firm, causing him to sigh and sink into the leather seats in slight defeat, realizing that his ignoring him would antagonize him anyway.
"Tired. Head hurts. Long day." Jeremy hummed softly, nodding a bit. He seemed ready to let it go, so the blue eyed boy had no idea what convinced him to speak more. "Would've been better if you weren't always so fucking late picking me up." He spat out, seeing Jeremy glance to look at him from the corner of his eye.
"Excuse me? You know I get caught u-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You were caught up at the gym. You got into a heated conversation with Ashton. You had a beer not too long ago and needed to make sure you were okay to drive. You were napping and overslept. I've heard it all, Jeremy. I've stopped caring about your terrible excuses." He knew he was being dramatic about the situation, but it had been like this for months and he knew the man was constantly lying to him about everything. Why not this? He was so tired of Bailey always worrying about him getting a ride home and Bailey always worrying about him going home.
Jeremy let out a low growl. Luke didn't even flinch. He was stupidly aware of how numb he's gone from his angry sounds. "Are you fucking kidding me? This is MY car, Luke. I don't have to pick you up, but I do because I choose to."
The blur of passing clubs and bars and coffee shops were reminding him of his aching wish to see Calum. It had been two weeks since he had seen the man and it was the longest two weeks he had in a long time.
The remnants of his kiss still lingered.
"Are YOU fucking kidding me?" He finally turned to look at the other man, fringe falling into his eye and he lazily pushed it out of his face. His hand brushed against the uneven scruff on his cheeks, making it terribly obvious that he hadn't been taking the best care of himself. "I'm the one who has a goddamn job. I'M the one who brings in ninety-nine percent of the money. That apartment should have MY name on it. Not some deadbeats who's only success is his violence. And I guess you're not even too good at that, right? You only have one fucking gig a damn month, if that." His frustrations waterfalled out of his mouth, toppling over the fear that was still buried in the pit of his stomach. Part of him hated when he got like this. He became so blinded by fury that the intimidating aura of the man seated next to him didn't even faze him.
