Innocence (5sos OT4)

Control

As Luke walked out of the bathroom, holding a shaking Calum in his arms, he spotted Ashton and Michael arguing in the living room. It made him feel livid, his hands slightly shook from anger as he walked past them and led his boyfriend up the stairs to his room. He laid Calum's body on the bed and pecked him on the lips, moving his hair away from his eyes and kissing his head softly. When he was done putting Calum down for a small nap to clear his head, Luke gathered up all his courage and strength.

He marched down the stairs, his eyes locked on where Ashton sat on the couch, cowering away from Michael in fear. Luke stood up straight, stopping only when he was in front of the angered pair. He locked eyes with Michael, but surprisingly, before Mike could say anything, Luke's small fist went down and nailed him. Right. In. The. Groin.

Michael gasped, holding his hand between his legs where he had been brutally punched, as he fell to his knees. He was panting as his eyes welled up with tears. Michael didn't really understand the pain he was feeling, he thought he was immortal. Why was he feeling pain from Luke's hands?

"I don't know what the fuck you did to Calum, but I want you to know that if you ever, EVER! Do that shit again, I will personally give you a new version of hell you've never seen before." Luke's voice was laced with venom, Ashton staring at the two in shock and fear as he looked at his boyfriend on the floor in pain.

"Luke..." Michael was looking up at the blond boy with wide, surprised eyes. He had never felt this amount of power coming from someone other than God's Angels themselves.

Then it hit him, and all he could think of was... How could he have not known?

"Luke."Ashton breathed again, staring over at the blonde boy. He had Never seen Luke so angry and he had never heard Luke say such harsh and foul words. He was beyond awestruck.

"Babe, What happened?!" Calum's voice was heard from upstairs, the thumping sound of his feet running down the stairs filled everyone's ears.

"Luke, Ash, Mike? What the hell is going on here?" Luke felt all of his confidence fade away as he turned to face Calum, sighing slightly as he placed his hands on the maori's shoulder.

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"Nothing, baby. Everything's fine. Go back to the room and wait for me? Please?" Calum looked as if he was considering it for a second before he shook his head and removed my hands from his shoulders.

"You all need to stop fighting. What happened was my fault and you can't fight each other because you want to blame it on someone else." Calum looked at me with desperate eyes, taking my hand in his before pecking my cheek softly.

We jumped as we heard Michael and Ashton gasp. As I turned to look at the two, Mike stood up abruptly and grabbed my throat.

"MICHAEL?!" Ashton's voice was desperate, my vision quickly turned blurry as the red haired boy tightened his grasp around my neck.

I heard Calum's loud, desperate screams as he tried to pull me away from Michael, Ashton's voice sending pleads to the boy as he tried pushing him off of me to end the assault on my neck. They finally managed to pull Michael off when Ashton attached his lips to the older boy's, letting Calum pull me out of his loosened grip.

All of their effort was proven useless as my vision blurred. Before I hit the floor I felt Calum's arms around me, holding me up as I blacked out.

"LUKE?!"

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I gasped, shooting up in the bed as I held my throat. I tried to look around but the movement hurt my head as my vision went blurry once again.

"C-c-chhh-" I tried to say Calum's name but, all that came out was a broken, wheezed whisper. What was wrong with me? Why can't I talk properly?

"Luke? Are you awake? Are you okay?" I blinked a few times to try and clear my vision a little more so o could see who was speaking to me, but to no avail. I couldn't see clearly and the rain was not fucking gone. What the fuck happened to me?

I felt a warmth on my cheek and turned my head to look at Ashton who was cupping my cheek gently with his large hand.

"Oh Luke, please tell me you're alright!" His voice pleaded with me, his tone practically leaking desperation.

"I-i- f-ne" My throat was so fucking sore and it burned when I tried to speak. I found myself curing michael in my head as i stared at the white wall next to the unfamiliar bed I was in. I'm in the freaking hospital, aren't I? FRICK YOU, MICHAEL!

"I h-te M-m-ikle- Cwift..." I rasped out, my voice cutting in and out and ruining my sentence. I sounded like I was missing ten freaking teeth.

"Michael didn't mean it! He has anger issues and you kissing calum pissed him off." Ashton... If I didn't love you like I do, your boyfriend would be hearing from a lawyer. Don't worry Ash, I wont throw him in jail... Maybe.

By now my vision was much clearer and I could rub the sleep out of my eye. The nurse came into the room not long after and explained my condition. She said that my throat had swollen from the choking and my vocal chords are very strained at the moment.

"All you need is a few days of vocal rest (A/N I'm making Luke's recovery three days just for the sake of the story) and then you should be all cleared up and ready to start vocal exercise to make sure everything is alright at home." The nurse gave me a small smile after she finished speaking, her pearly whites flashing before she turned and exited the room quietly.

I looked to my side to see Ashton looking down at the floor, seemingly lost in thought. Looking a little over to his right I see a lump of blankets, looking even further to the right of that, I see a tuffet of black curls poking out of the blanket. My Calum I assume.

'How long has he been sleeping?' Is what I wanted to ask, but I couldn't speak. The meanie named Michael Clifford had silenced me. Again.

I never thought id say this, but I really do hate Mikle Cwift.

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