Muke one shots

Highly

So this one shot is made by a good fren Jupiter_is_a_planet I hope you enjoy her work :) hehe ly

In which Luke likes to smoke green and have a unhealthy obsession over Michaels voice.

In which Michael hated it that Luke only calls when he's high.

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"Bro, my lighter shitted out."

"Hemms...get your shit working." his friend laughted and threw his own yellow lighter trough the basement in which the three of em were sitting.

Calum, Ashton and Luke...also the crackhead friends.

Literally.

Luke smiled cheeky and accidentally set his Joint on fire, wagged with it so the green inside just glowed and took a drag from the filter.

"I need the lighter as well. My parents took all of mine. Controlling fuckers..." the New Seeland one said.

Luke handed him the firemaker and after a pity amount of time he finally felt the drugs doing their job in his body.

His muscles relaxed, his eyes slowly started to burn and in a really weird way his lungs relaxed as well.

Ashton got up and walked to a little fridge in the corner to grab some beer to have one for himself and his Budds.

"Luke..." Calum said and got the attention of the blond boy as well as a bottle of beer.

"Wha?"

"We talked about it. Don't. Call. Michael. Gotta?" Ashton said with a bossy note in his voice.

"Why? He likes it and I do too." Luke tried to snap even though it was a lie.

Last time he called his baby hoe- Luke likes to call him like that- Michael yelled at him and promised he will to kill himself if Luke call again under the influence.

"We'all know better."

Luke rolled his eyes in annoy but took another drag from his joint.
"I hate you..."

His friends said nothing but did what they were busy with.

After a new high score they sat there and found themselves their own world.

Luke hated to admit it but he loved his little coloured Baby.

Michael hated him -he knew that for a fact (Michael yelled it at him multiple times)- which made him want to call him and scream his love even more.

"Don't you fucking dare Luke. I will set you on fuckin fire." Ashton mumbled and nipped at his beer.

"But I love this little fucker." he answered, got distracted by the bright butterflies in his vision.

"I think he would like it if you don't say it while being green." Calum said from the floor where he had a cigarette between his lips.

Luke reached out for the pack and smiled, took one out.

Calum finally started to buy the brand he liked as well.

The nicotine with the unthankful number of weed and beer he had sent him into the black.

Luke woke up in the backyard.

He couldn't remember to get there but as he started to puke his empty stomach out he got why he was lying there.

He hadn't eaten in days. Weed took all the hunger off of him.

The taste of stomach acid made him scrunch up his face as he held his semi long hair out of it.

As soon as Luke was able to walk he made his way home to the empty house. (It was family-fun-Saturday)

His family was out today and because they knew that Luke would not be good to talk with today they went without him.

The blond one sarcasticly laughted.

His family knew about his smoking sessions but they always said "As long as he doesn't kill himself he's fine."

For a fact- he's just fine when his Baby hoe is in his line.

So Luke headed upstairs into his own bathroom to fill up the bathtub, added a few drops of vanilla bubbles and layed his phone on the edge while Michaels number got dialed.

"Lucas? What do you want?" his own said a second after picking up.

"Hey Mikey..." he said quietly -his head still felt like he deepthroat for a little too long.

"Unusual time for a call, don't ya think? Or did you all moved the session to the morning?"

Luke wanted to laught out loud, but he just noisy smiled. "No Michael... I'm maybe a bit under the influence...still...but I'm kind of sober right now."

"What? Hold one. Get me a calendar. Get me a marker. This day have to be highlighted. LUKE IS CALLING SOBER. HAVE YOU HEARD ME? HE'S SOBER!" Michael yelled with cheer in his voice.

Blond giggled and moved a bit farther down in the water so just his head popped out of the water.
"And I'm in a bathtub."

"You're naked while calling... nothing new to me in your case. So Hemmings. What on earth happened for this wonder?"

Luke smiled in peace as he heard the joy in his Baby's voice.
"I didn't called yesterday...so I can't break that."

He knew that Mikey nodded but there came no vocal response.

Both of their rooms were filled with a uncomfortable silence.

Luke moved his head under water for s few seconds and as he popped out again he heard a soft voice singing.

It sounded like a siren call...but male and a tone of times better.

Luke moved as quiet as possible to the speaker of his phone and listened to his.

On Monday morning Michael smiled.

He was so happy that his best friend Harry got scared because Michael usually got pretty moody when he HAVE to get up.

"Whoever you killed...I pray it was not hemmings."

Michael smiled even wider and shook his head. "No Styles. I killed nobody. I just had a great Sunday."

Harry really wanted to ask...but suddenly he saw a little hickey peaking underneath the black hair with the coloured pony. He smiled and kept his mouth shut.

Looked like Hemmings finally got his shit working.