Michael's POV
"Luke?" I choke out, Ashton staring at me in confusion, Calum running at me and grinning, before grabbing my phone.
"HI LUKE"
"Hi Calum." Luke says, then giggles almost stopping my heart.
"Michael butt dialled you!" Calum says and before I could grab my phone Ashton swipes it.
"Hello."
"H-Hi Ashton" Luke stutters, even more adorable than his giggle if that was possible.
"Awe Calum he stutters!" Ashton screams, tossing me my phone and winking knowing he successfully embarrassed me.
"Luke?" I whisper walking down the hall away from my bandmates, locking myself in the storage closet.
"You're r-really Michael C-Clifford."
I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing at the boy, nodding, then rolling my eyes at myself because he couldn't see me.
"Yeah Luke, I'm really Michael."
There was a squeak, a click, and then the line went dead.
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Not Who You Said - Muke
ספרות חובביםWhere punk!Michael meets Fem!luke online but Michael Clifford isn't gay, and certain people won't let a flower wearing, pink loving, little Luke Hemmings change that.
