Warning: gif

Luke get's out of Calum's grip, racing forward as Michael stumbles backwards. He's still in his skates, and if he really tried, he could probably out skate Luke. But, it's too late when Luke grabs him by the collar of his shirt, and slams him into the lockers behind. Michael lets out a noise, a mixture of surprise and pain. 

Luke gets close to his face, and Michael struggles against him, turning his face away as Luke's eyes narrow. By now they've caused a scene, people circling around them and most have their phones out, most likely recording. Michael doesn't want to fight, and he realized way too late that he was an idiot for pushing Luke. 

"Do you like pushing people, Mikey?" 

"N-no." Michael shakes his head quickly, avoiding Luke's gaze as he still has his head turned. 

"Look at me." Luke hisses, silently counting to ten. "I said look at me!" Luke slams Michael into the locker again. 

Michael quickly looks at him, their nose's bumping as he turns his head. "S-sorry." 

"I'm starting not to like you, Michael." Luke laughs, backing away as he smiles. Michael can hear shouting in the background, and he wonders if it's someone coming to break the fight. 

"Well, I've never liked you." Michael blurts, and again, he wishes he hadn't said that. 

"Wow, so honest today, aren't you? This is the most you've said to me." Luke chuckles, shaking his head. 

"Will you get off me?" Michael asks, bringing his hands up to wrap around Luke's arms. He tugs, trying to push him off but Luke doesn't budge. It's like Luke is made out of stone, because he doesn't even flinch. 

"The workers are going to come over here in a second, so you might as well get off me." Michael says in the calmest voice he can muster. 

"I don't think they will." Luke turns his head to look off somewhere, chuckling to himself. Luke turns back to Michael, smiling and chuckling about something unknown. 

"You looked scared. Am I scaring you, Mikey?" 

"No." Michael snorts, rolling his eyes. He was lying, though. Michael was absolutely terrified, Luke acted like someone who was possessed, or just out of it. 

"Why not?" Luke pouts, "I've been told i'm pretty scary." 

"You're just a boy who doesn't have their head on right. You know, they have places that can help you. I can even give you a number." Michael taunts, and Luke doesn't like his taunting. Luke doesn't like his joking and teasing, and Luke gets angry, and maybe he got too angry. Because he's grabbing Michael around the throat and bashing his head into the locker again, and someone screams but Luke ignores them and Michael is hitting his head on the locker until blood is dripping down his head. 

His vision is getting cloudy and he feels dizzy, and then he's blacking out.

--

Michael wakes up with a start, his head pounding and even his heart pounding way too fast. His arm is aching, it's sore from the stitches. He forgot to take his pain meds. 

Michael looks around his room, suddenly clear that Ashton woke him up. "What's going on?" His words slur from the sleepiness. 

"I've been texting and calling for the last hour! I wanted to know if you wanted to go skating tonight." 

"What? Didn't we already g - " Michael stops himself. Didn't this already happen? Weren't they already at the skating rink? He could remember going, he remembers talking to Luke, and they getting into a heated argument until Michael blacked out. 

"What's wrong?" Ashton asks, putting his hand on Michael's forehead. He shoos it away.

"Nothing," Michael shakes his head, "I'm fine." His eyes scan his room, it's still messy and a pair of skinny jeans lay in the middle of his room. His Sex Pistol shirt is hanging in his closet, and what the hell was going on? Michael doesn't understand what's happening, did he just dream of everything? Why would he dream about Ashton texting him, asking to go skating? Why would he dream of Luke hurting him, and stalking him? 

Michael brings his shaky hands to his head, feeling around until he can feel dry blood, or pain, or anything that can tell him that it actually happened. Nothing is there, though. His head feels fine, and he's still at home, he's still in bed in just his boxers.  

"Michael?" Ashton asks, unsure as he stares at his best mate. 

"I'm fine, just fine. Let's go skating." Michael smiles, his lips twitching as he stares up at Ashton.

"Great! Get ready, we'll leave in an hour." 

And Ashton leaves, closing the door behind him, and Michael is left alone wondering what just happened. 

--

I answered a few more questions.

Michael:

Why you so sexy?

Ha, I'm really not. Thank you, though.

What suspicions do you have about Luke, bc he's really fucking creepy?

He turned up out of no where.

Why can't you try to be nice to someone that might end up killing you so you could maybe try and change his mind?

[snorts] no way in hell.

Ashton:

Why won't you believe your best friend?

I haven't seen or heard the things he says he has. 

Luke:

Why are you so fucking creepy?

[scoffs] Rude.

Why are you so fucking weird?

Seriously?! You guys are mean!

Do you fancy Mikey? Is that why you follow him around or are you just a fucking creep?

I'm trying to help him. [confused] 

Why must you torture poor Mikey?! 

You'll find out. 

Calum:

Are you pregnant?

Guilty as charged. 

Are you staring at Ashton bc it's his turn to be bothered/haunted like Michael? Also what was Luke gonna do and are you even human?

No, I don't want to mess with Ashton. He has nothing to do with this. [ignores the rest of the question]

Me:

Date me?

Yes. 

Can you please stop putting those creepyass gifs on the side tHEY HAUNT MY DREAMS??

No.