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ding.

niall: it's luke on niall's phone. i told him to sleep it off, and luckily he left his phone.

i groaned and scratched my head, which needed a new dye soon, and hesitantly replied.

michael: okay, do you want something ??

i mentally slapped myself as i heard another ding from my phone.

niall: i didn't know the journal was yours, michael.

i rolled my eyes and typed quickly, "why would you?"

luke replied as fast as i did, i guess he actually wants some answers.

niall: why did you let him lie?

michael: i didn't have a choice

michael: u never let me explain myself.

niall: i'm sorry niall told me stories u know?

michael: they were my stories.

niall: you know michael, i fell in love with the person who wrote this journal? and you're that person.

michael: lol you're dating niall, u idiot

niall: but, niall wasn't like the person in the journal, he wasn't my type.

michael: what are you saying

niall: you're my type, mikey.

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