I need you. || Muke

Chapter 8.

Ashton P.O.V.

I'm just flirting with this amazingly beautiful, stunning girl, when I get a text. Godfuckingdamnit who dares to disturb me?!

I take my phone out of me pocket.

LukeyBoy:

Ash?...

Ashton:

What the fucking fuck Luke I'm going to kill you! You know I'm on a date!

LukeyBoy:

I need you..

I face Paige, a shocked expression showing up on my face. "What's wrong?.." She asks, her beautiful voice filled with concern. "My best friend needs me.. He'd never dare to ask for help while I'm on a date if it wouldn't be serious. I'm so sorry.. Make up date tomorrow?.." Damn damn damn.. She's going to hate me for ditching her like this just when I completely fall for her.. "Of course Ashy! It's ok!" She says and smiles a genuine smile. Oh my god she's perfect! "Thank you so so so much Paige! Gosh you're so perfect! Thank you! See ya! I'm totally going to make it

Up to you tomorrow! Promise!" I say while pecking her cheek. She blushes and smiles. "Bye Ashy.." Damn I love that adorably cute nickname. "Bye beautiful!" I smile and sprint off to my car.

(A/N: the relationships of the other boys will take part in this fanfic if you like it or not. The girls are 5sos fam friends of mine and I may or may not have a tiny-- HUGE -- crush on Paige. So if you don't like them leave. I know I'm rude.)

As soon as I'm home I jump out of my car and run inside, just to find my best friend being a sobbing mess curled up in a tiny ball on the couch.

"Luke! Oh my god what happened!?" I nearly tell, approaching him and taking him into a bear hug.

He clings into my shirt, crying into my chest. "I-I can't talk about it.. I j-just need you here.." He stutters.

I can tell when he doesn't want to talk about some topics so I just let him cry everything out and keep patting his lower back to make him feel better...

Until I hear a weird sound out of the bathroom.

"What was that? Is Michael home?" I ask, already panicking. I still can't get over it that two of my best friends could get cancer again anytime so I'm always aware of both of them. Luke just nods and I softly push him off my lap and run to the bathroom, pushing the door open forcefully just to find the red haired boy curled up against the wall, his wrists blood drained.

All I can do is staring. I'm frozen in shock.

Suddenly i hear Luke bursting in, immediately kneeing down to Michael to comfort him, that's when I hear words out of my band mates mouth I never wanted anyone to say to Luke.

"Don't touch me faggot" Michael says, his voice slightly breaking as if he doesn't want to say it.

That's when I explode.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ASSHOLE?!" I yell, not caring about Michaels open wrists anymore.

Now I know why Luke was crying.

I know Luke has a crush on Michael, I've known for years, I just never asked him.

I knew he's afraid of coming out so I just kept my mouth shut, but that's over.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!?" I ask, as I get no answer out of Michael.

"H-he's a dirty faggot." He whispers and again it seems like it's happening against his will.

That's when I start to literally beat the shit out of him.

Luke P.O.V.

"Ashton stop!" I say, afraid of how violent my best friend can become. I hug him from behind, trying to pull him away.

"Stop!" He hisses through his clenched jaw, trying to free himself.

He's stronger than me, but I'm a lot taller so I'm able to somehow hold him back.

He fights against me, but I just push him out of the door and then approach Michael to bandage his wrists.

"Don't touch me.." He whispers.

"I will touch you and you won't fucking say anything about it, got me ?!" I hiss and I can tell how surprised he is, because I'm actually never swearing and this meant I'm dead serious. He just shuts the fuck up so I can finally help him.

I go take a clean bandaid and wash out the wounds, then I bandage him. The soft, clean, white gaze is soon splattered with red spots, where the blood is coming true, but it's not enough to soak it so I guess it's ok to leave it this way.

Michael doesn't say anything through the procedure, so I just leave him sitting there, not without taking every single razor and blade with me.

"Don't you do this ever again." I say icily.

"I'm going to send you to a goddamn mental institution."

Michael P.O.V.

"I'm going to send you to a goddamn mental institution."

Ok. Got him. Can I now please kiss him?.. No, I can't.

Because I suck.

I hate myself.

Fuck off Michael Clifford, you ugly worthless piece of shit.

A/N: I feel like crying omg I love Michael so much this doesn't feel right OMG Michael if you ever read this I love you ok don't you ever think like this about yourself got me?

If I see only one word of hate against Paige I'm going to rip your fucking tits out k? Idc if you love Ashton in this fic he's hers and it's only fic so keep calm

Paige I love you.