Muke One Shots

Where Do Broken Hearts Go?

ANGST

ALSO i suck at writing in third person. idk how people can do it. but yeah. 

kinda based off Where Do Broken Hearts go by One Direction. But also by my friend, @overluked96 on twitter. bc luke looked v sad at cals party last night or the night before and she said some things that made me cry.

im also making a part two. so if you like this one, you can expect that tomorrow or even today idk. you can expect it soon i guess. 

but yeah. this sucks. sorry. 

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Third Person

        Michael huffed out an annoyed breath as he looked at the clock. It was nearing nine PM, and his boyfriend, Luke still wasn't home. Of course, he would usually not mind it. Since Luke works in the studio a lot and doesn't get home till late at night. But this time, Luke's with their friend and band mate, Calum. 

        Michael hasn't trusted Calum around Luke a lot, since Calum had a thing for Luke back in the early stages of the band. To say the least, Michael was very progressive over Luke. 

        Speaking of Luke, he's been sitting on the couch with Calum for what only felt like an hour. But when he looked at the time on his phone, he gasped and quickly got up. 

        "Calum, mate. Sorry, but I gotta go," Luke said as he shrugged on his leather jacket. Thoughts running through his head as to what Michael would say to him. Calum nodded his head, unsure of why he had to. Since there was nothing going on expect for Calum's party and that wasn't until later on that night. 

        "You'll be at my party though, right? Same as Michael?" Calum asked hopefully. Secretly wishing it would only be Luke showing his face at his party that night. 

        Luke nodded his head, "Of course I will, Cal. It's your 19th birthday party! I wouldn't miss it!" Luke said, ruffling Calums hair up a bit then bending over to tie up his shoes quickly. Luke knew that Michael would be mad for coming home so late, and he hated it when Michael was mad. Since that meant no cuddles and no kisses for Luke till Luke basically forces it. 

        Michael was now more mad than worried. He was tugging his hair, making sure a bit of it fell into his hands. Now he was glaring at the door not bothering to even take his eyes off of it for a split second. He barely blinked. He just kept his focus on that damn door, and  wasn't going to take it off of it until Luke got back home. 

        Luke has been running home, his combat boots splashing the water in the puddles as he ran. His hoodie was pulled over his head so the rain falling wouldn't get all over his hair and ruin his perfectly styled quiff. Luke also have got a few beers  in his system, so it wouldn't help him if he ran into any fans.

        Of course, Luke was freaked out when he finally got at the front step of his and Michael's house. Michael angry freaked Luke out, even when he did nothing wrong expect stayed out. Michael would get mad and it scared the shit out of Luke. 

        As Michael heard the sound of keys jingling from outside, he immediately jumped up. His arms crossed over his chest, and a death glare was shot at the door as Luke came in. Of course, Luke looked nervous. He was fiddling with his keys, no looking into Michael's eyes, but instead his chin. 

        "Where the hell were you with Calum?! Do you know how late it is?!" Michael yelled, his usual bright eyes becoming darker at even the mention of Calum's name, 

        "We were sitting on the couch, Michael! I just lost track of time and it'll never happen again," Luke mumbled, looking down at the floor as tears pricked his eyes. He never liked people yelling at him. Especially his boyfriend. Usually he would run upstairs and not come out until the person who yelled at him would apologize. But Luke  decided to stay, since he needed to 'man up'. 

        "What else were you doing?! Because it sure as hell wasn't just sitting down!" Michael said softer this time. Not wanting to scare Luke.

        "We were talking! Okay? That's it. Nothing else! Do you not trust me?!" Luke yelled, looking dead into Michael's eyes. 

        "No! Not with him I don't! He likes you Luke! How do I know you don't like him?" Michael yelled back, glaring and balling his hands into a fist. "And don't pretend that I don't know that you like him before dating me! Because I do, Ashton told me. Hell you might still like him! You're just using me as a cover up!" 

        Luke was shocked. His mouth was open, but no words would come out. It was true. Luke liked, scratch that, loved Calum before he started dating Michael. But those feelings were gone. And for Michael to say that he didn't trust Luke. That hurt him. 

        "Do you know what? Fuck you Michael Clifford! I love you, I trust you! But it's pretty fucking obvious that you can't trust me enough to hang out with our friend, our fucking bandmate, without assuming that I'm cheating! Screw you, Michael. You know exactly how much I love and trust you. But if you can't trust me, then this relationship is over," Luke screamed, tears rushing down his face. Michael was looking at Luke in shock, while Luke just shook his head and ran out the door. Not even bothering to look back at Michael's face. 

        Luke was full on sobbing as he ran down the street. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he wanted to get black out drunk. He wanted to forget the stupid little fights, he wanted to forget the fact that he just broke up with the love of his life. And there was only one place for broken hearts like his to go. 

        Calums birthday party.