Love Sucks (Muke)

Ch. 9 - Give Me Therapy

"My lungs gave out, As I faced the crowd. I think that keeping this up could be dangerous. I'm flesh and bone, I'm a rolling stone, And the experts say I'm delirious.

Give me therapy. I'm a walking travesty, But I'm smiling at everything. Therapy... You were never a friend to me, And you can take back your misery."

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*Luke's P.O.V*

I woke up screaming Michael's name in fear last night. Then I realised I was in hospital, "Oh god, what happened?" I had thought to myself.

Then a nurse came in and explained what had happened. God, I'm a fuck up. Then she told me that Michael, along with Calum & Ashton, had been to see me a few hours beforehand, and I felt a little bit relaxed because he'd come to see me.

I was up for most of that night, mentally beating myself up over how fucking stupid I was. I need help. I know I do. I just... I don't know how to ask for it.

"It's simple, just ask for help, serious help" I muttered to myself at 3am, before slapping my hand across my forehead, realising how stupid I must of sounded.

I did eventually fall asleep, though, I think I only ended up with three hours sleep. I woke up about half an hour ago and had breakfast.

Apparently the boys were going to come see me again this morning, but I'm so tired that I'm afraid I'm going to have no choice but to rest my eyes until they get here.

*Michael's P.O.V*

"Luke? Luke, I'm back" I say softly, smiling as I sit down beside his bed again.

There is a moment of silence before Luke's eyes flutter open and he groggily whispers "Mikey?".

"Hey" I smile, linking our hands together.

"I'm sorry" he says quietly, staring at our intertwined hands, "I'm so sorry for everything".

"It's alright, Luke!" I tell him, giving his hand a kiss, "I forgive you".

I know I shouldn't forgive him, not after everything he has done to me, but my heart hurts when we're apart and I can't live with out him.

"I don't deserve to be forgiven" he mumbles, still staring at our hands.

"I don't care, Luke!" I tell him, "I can't just not forgive you, it hurts too much".

"I need help, Michael, I can't keep hurting you like I have been" he says, finally looking into my eyes, and I just now see the tears he's fighting back. "I need therapy or something-".

"NO!" I shout, scaring Luke. "N-No, you can't! T-They'll find out what you did to me a-and they can't know!" I try to explain.

"But I need help" Luke cries, tears finally slipping from his beautiful blue eyes.

"Then let me help you!" I suggest, "Leave it all to me".

I lean forward and connect our lips together, getting a shock when Luke kisses back.

Next thing I know, Luke is pulling me up into the bed so I can snuggle up to him. His long arms, wrapped firmly around my waist, make me feel nice and safe.

*2 Days Later*

"I'm so glad to be out of that hospital" Luke sighs as we walk into our hotel room.

"In glad you are, too" I tell him truthfully. "It got lonely sleeping by myself" I say, pouting up at him.

"Aww, I missed you, too" he chuckles, leaning down slightly to give me a kiss. When he pulls back, he looks awkward.