Michael's POV
I knew what I was doing was wrong, by sending her a fake photo of me and giving her fake information about me, but I didn't want to mess this up.
She was like no other girl I talked to. She understood me, and all my little quirks that normally put girls off. If she found out who I really was, then it would just wreck it, because she wouldn't see me as her interesting internet friend anymore. I'd once again become her idol.
I knew I would have to come clean to her at one point, but I wanted that to be as far in the future as humanly possible. Just then, there was knock at my hotel door, before Luke came in, sitting on the bed beside me.
"Still speaking to that Melissa girl?" He asked nonchalantly. He was the only one who knew. He had been in a similar situation last year, so he knew how to handle this. If I told Calum he would just ask if he could see the nudes she sent me, which she doesn't, and I don't even care. If I told Ash, he'd just be all philosophical about it and say what I'm doing is wrong.
"Melanie," I corrected sternly, and Luke just nodded, laying back and looking to the ceiling above us.
"Do you love her?" I almost choked at his question, worried as to why he would think that.
"What? No! I've barely been talking to her that long!" I defended, my cheeks heating up and surely turning red.
"Oh c'mon Mike! Most of the time you're just sat on that phone of yours, messaging away to her with this little grin on your face, completely blocking out the rest of the world. It's obvious you at least have feelings for the girl.
"Yeah, I guess I have feelings for her, but I wouldn't say I loved her," I retorted, and he simply chuckled, standing up and pulling me with him.
"Let's go, we have rehearsal!" He said, and I followed him out the room and down to the lobby of the hotel where we were met by Ashton and Calum.
"Ah, there you two are!" Calum cried happily, and we all laughed at him, making our way outside to the taxi and hopping in.
