Beside You

One

Luke's POV
"Well done guys," Ashton panted, sweaty and gassed from the show we had just played at. "Yeah! We killed it!" I laughed slapping Calum on the back. I stooped to pick up my drink and caught Michael's eye. I smiled, and he grinned; his eyes lingering for longer than usual. "So, who wants to go and get pizza?" Calum laughed. "Michael never says no to pizza!" Michael laughed. I began to sing Pizza loudly as we left the arena to go into our apartment.
I climbed into the car, which would take us to our apartment, exhausted and ready to fall asleep. Lugging my bag behind me I fell into the seat, my head hitting the door window awakening me a little but not enough to stop me from dosing off a little during the journey home. I awoke after dosing off for a minute or so to find Michael slumped against my shoulder wearily scrolling through Twitter looking at all the pictures from tonight. A warm fuzzy feeling spread through my body as I felt his dyed hair touch my neck, but I daren't tell anyone that.
I closed my eyes again; I liked hearing his breathing and I didn't want him to move. "Luke?" Michael whispered. I opened my eyes and looked at him. We held each other's stare for a long moment before I nervously turned away.
I must have drifted off because I woke up to Michael tapping my shoulder and the door opening. I smiled at Michael and he grinned back. We dragged our bags up the entrance and stood in a sleepy silence on the lift, Ashton's hands tapping on the rail. "Looks like me and Michael are in this room," I said looking at our tour plan.
"Yeah," Calum said, peering over my shoulder. We went into our rooms and collapsed on the beds. I pulled off my jeans and crawled underneath the covers. "Hey," Michael whispered when I was just ments from sleep, "thanks,"
"For what?" I laughed.
"For being you," he whispered.