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WESTON LOCKE

Pride sure was an experience and witnessing Micah have a good time was what I lived for, he looked like nothing could rain on his parade. He was thriving, watching him smile and laugh like he didn't have a care in the world. That touched my heart more than I thought.

I knew how much this event and this month meant to him, being a part of the LGBTQ+ community isn't easy for anyone. Everyone has a different story and a different path and the fact we can celebrate our freedoms to be who we want, love who we want, do what we want. I understand why people want to celebrate, it means a lot for those who come from bad backgrounds, controlling families and countries where same sex relationships and marriage are illegal.

Being gay isn't a lifestyle or a choice, it's peoples lives. It's who they are and everyone deserves happiness.

Around eleven o'clock the sun had set and the nightlife was only just beginning, only the vibrant lights from shops and bars lighting up the streets. I lightly grab onto Micah's hand as he turns to look at me, his eyes heavy but he was still full of life. "I think I'm going to make a move, I'm extremely tired." I say over the loud music and cheering.

"Okay," he nods back at me as Abel moves to his side. "I think we're going to stay."

"No worries," I shake my head as I press a kiss to his forehead. "Get a cab to mine later, alright?"

Micah nods and smiles. "I'll see you later," he grins. "Thanks for coming again."

"Don't thank me," I lean down to kiss his lips. My eyes rotate to Abel and Valentina. "Look after him, alright?"

Valentina holds her hands up. "I'm the good parent," she says in response. "We'll make sure that he gets home okay."

"I'm counting on you," I say seriously.

"You got it," she grins at me.

My hands move to cup either side of Micah's face. "Bye," I mumble against his lips as he smiles at me sweetly.

"Bye," he whispers before kissing me gently. "Love you."

"Love you too," I smile as I run my thumb over the edge of his cheekbone.

I pull away from the group and wave them goodbye, pushing my way through the crowds of people that littered the streets. Attempting to draw up Uber on my phone to get home, my eyes burned and my body ached.

Deep down I knew that I wasn't cut out for the party life anymore, I could barely hack it for a couple of hours before I felt exhausted. My younger days of going out most nights and getting drunk are definitely over.

Within a couple of minutes a car pulls up and takes me back to my apartment, still feeling slightly buzzed from today. I could easily admit that I had a great time, being a part of something so amazing felt good. Especially seeing so many people smiling and being themselves, it was heartwarming.

The streets were fairly quiet and the driver arrives at my apartment in no time. I thank him and climb out of the car. Desperate to get myself to bed, I couldn't express how much the soles of my feet hurt and the pressure raised in my calves.

Once through my apartment door I shed my clothes until I'm down to my boxers, grabbing a fresh bottle of water from the fridge and taking a big swig. Deliberately not wanting to feel like crap tomorrow, even though I didn't drink much but staying out late can take it's toll on you. Especially when you're not used to it.

Dragging myself to my comfy bed and placing my phone on the nightstand, turning my caller settings on loud just in case Micah needed to call me for whatever reason.

By the time my head hit the pillow I was asleep within a second.

. . .

The sound of my phone ringing loudly stirs me from my deep sleep, peeling my heavy eyes open as I look around my dark apartment. Reaching for my phone, Micah's name flashing up on the screen.

Instantly I click my finger to the green call button, a sudden rush of panic washing over my body.

"Micah?" I question as I place the phone to my ear. "Where are you?

"Don't be mad but..."

My eyes narrow as I push myself up in my bed, rubbing my eyes aggressively. "Tell me what's going on," I demand instantly.

The silence on the other end of the line was freaking me out, my heart beats painfully in my chest at the million possibilities that rushed through my mind. "Micah!" I say suddenly, no longer able to take the tension.

"Promise you won't be mad," he repeats, his words slurring slightly.

I dig my fingers into my eyes and let out a strained sigh. "What is going on?!"

"Abel and I are at the hospital."

"You what?"

Bile rises up in my throat, cursing to myself for leaving him alone. I knew how drunk he was and he wasn't in any fit state to attempt to get home by himself or with a bunch of other drunk people.

Nice one Weston.

"Why?" I demand loudly. "Why are you in the hospital? Are you hurt? What's happened?"

So many questions rush out of my mouth, barely able to understand myself. Blood rushing to my brain, preparing myself for a headache any minute.

"Abel, he got into a fight on the way home. He needed stitches."

"Fuck Micah," I say as I push off the duvet. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

A muffled sound echoes through the phone. "My arms scraped up a bit but I'm okay."

"Jesus," I huff out as I lean over my knees and rub my temples.

"I'm sorry," his voice cracks slightly.

"What hospital are you at?"

"King's University I think..."

I purse my lips for a moment. "You think? Micah, I need you to be sure."

The line stays quiet for a moment as I listen to him call over someone and ask what hospital it was. "Yes," he says quickly into the phone. "King's University."

I shake my head. "Let me know when you're done at the hospital, I'll get a cab for the both of you. Alright?"

"Okay," he tells me, his mouth barely able to form the word. "I think Abel is almost done but I'll text you."

"Okay, I'll see you soon."

"Bye," he says as he cuts off the call.

My fingers instantly dart to the Uber app and send a car there straight away, willing to pay whatever for him to wait for them. But after a few moments Micah texts me saying that Abel was done and just signing some paperwork.

I grab onto a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a jumper, slipping on a pair of shoes and make my way down to the ground floor, waiting in the lobby for a car to pull up.

After ten or so minutes, I watch as the Uber arrives up on the curb. Walking through the censored doors and towards the car, the backdoor struggles to open but eventually Micah emerges sloppily.

"Thank you so much you nice driver man," Micah mumbles out as he stubs his foot on the curb.

My eyes watch him carefully as I grab the door of the car and pull it open, taking Micah's arm in my hand and helping him out completely. "Cheers man," I say to the driver before I shut the door behind him.

Micah's feet stumble beneath him as we walk towards the entrance of the building. "I-I didn't mean to scare you," he shakes his head towards me as I push down on the lift button and wait for the elevator doors to open. "I'm sorry, it all happened so fast."

My lips frown as I pull him into the lift, my eyes raking over every inch of his body for any open wounds or blood. Taking his arm and inspecting his injury carefully, it was a small scrape but he still got hurt. "See told you it wasn't bad," he slurs out.

I don't respond as I look up at his face, double taking as the side of his head was covered in dried blood. Gently gripping onto his neck and twisting his head towards me. "Did you hit your head?"

His expression turns to a look of confusion. "I don't think so," he mumbles out. "Just scraped it down a wall."

"Let me see," I say as I push his hair around, trying to find the source of the blood.

It was nothing more than a graze across the edge of his head, the blood was just slightly smeared but I hated the thought of something worse happening to him.

My eyes close in defeat as I pull his body to mine. "God, don't scare me like that again." I say into the edge of his head. "What was the fight about?"

"They were being assholes," he states as his eyes hood over.

The lift dings and we reach the top floor, digging into my pocket for my keys as I pull us both into my apartment. "What happened?" I question as I draw him over to my bed, perching on the edge.

"Saying mean things because we were coming from pride," his eyes roll before looking directly at me, noticing how bloodshot they were. "Abel punched them first, it all went a bit pear shaped."

"How did you scrape your head?"

"Well I tried to get them away from Abel, they proper knocked him to the floor." He explains slowly, his eyes flicking between mine with a slight delay. "So I nudged one of them and they pushed me into the wall, we all got caught up in a tight space."

A hand runs over my face as Micah talks, not sure how I should be taking this situation. Itching to be shouting at him for his naivety but I knew that he didn't need that right now, even if he made one of the stupidest decisions.

"I pushed one of them," he nods with a smile and I sigh harshly. "It was quite liberating actually."

"Micah," my voice drops into a warning tone, his blue eyes retract for a second as he looks at me. "You shouldn't be getting into trouble like that late at night, or ever. You could have got hurt, you could have been the one in the hospital getting stitches."

"But I wasn't," he shakes his head quickly. "I was okay."

"But that's not the point Micah," my jaw tightens. "It doesn't matter if it didn't happen, it could have happened. And I know you're under the influence and you grew some liquid courage but you still need to be safe."

"I am safe," he responds.

I clench my eyes in defeat and press my head to his. There was no getting through to him when he had drunk so much already. I was never going to get through to him right now, but tomorrow he'll know how much this pissed me off.

"Let's go to bed," I tell him as I reach my hands up to undo his shirt buttons.

"I had such a good time today," he tells me with a warm smile, closing his eyes.

"I'm glad," I say quietly.

Once I had pushed off his shirt, unbuckled his jeans and removed everything but his boxers. I roll him under the covers and strip myself of my clothes, sliding in next to him and wrapping my arms around his torso, spooning him from behind.

Micah grabs onto my hands and holds me close to him, he inhales sharply before exhaling.

"What am I going to do with you, hmm?" I mumble into the back of his head, my fingers flicking over the skin on his forearms.

"Love me even if I made bad decisions."

I couldn't help the corners of my lips flicking up at his words. "Sleep off that alcohol," I order him but within a few seconds he was already fast asleep.

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