One Shots ; 5SOS

just a little love hate☻

Ship: Muke
Requested?: @perksofbeingadir
Warnings: none☻

Michael suddenly has feelings for Luke and doesn't know what to do with them

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"Did you see those lights near the far back of the arena during Amnesia? They spelled out anal," Calum says, shaking his head with a small smirk. "It was truly beautiful." (A/n: someone did this at my WWA concert last year during don't forget where you belong it was great)

Luke lets out a sharp laugh, nodding his head along with Calum because he had seen it, too. "I thought I was the only one who noticed it."

Michael sits across the room with a fond smile on his face as Luke talks to Calum about the girl who threw a bra onto the stage during English Love Affair, and the normal band stuff. He watches the blonde, the way he smiles brightly while he talks, and how he chews on his lip when he listens to Calum say something. He's not even aware of what he's doing, until Ashton sits down beside him and casually says, "Hey, just thought I'd let you know that you're drooling."

Michael snaps out of his little daze and scoffs at Ashton, crossing his arms. "I am not drooling, Ashton," he says, impatiently tapping his foot. He nervously glances back at Luke, who's still talking to Calum, and Casey who has now joined the band backstage. "I was just...observing."

Now Ashton's the one scoffing, looking at Michael in disbelief. He knows when Michael likes someone, he gets all heart eyes and he stares at the person for as long as it takes for someone to snap him out of his trance. Michael was definitely crushing on Luke, even if he didn't know it, or want to admit it.

"Dude, you're totally smitten over him. When did you start crushing on little Lukey, huh?" He asks, giving Michael's knee a little pat. His tone is casual, and he doesn't sound like he's judging Michael at all.

"I'm not crushing on Luke, God. Can't I look at someone without you thinking I like them?" Michael argues, though the expression on his face contradicts his previous statement. He's secretly glancing at Luke again, and he scowls when he catches himself doing it. He doesn't know what's going on with him, but today he can't seem to stop.

"What was that?" Ashton asks, a sly smile twitching at the corners of his lips. He knows he's got Michael cornered, and Michael knows it, too.

Groaning, Michael looks over at his best friend. "Okay, lately, mostly today, I can't stop looking at Luke and its freaking me out. I've never looked at Luke like...you know? He's Luke, for God's sake! I can't like Luke. He's...he's Luke!" He says exasperatedly, dropping his head in his hands. After a few seconds he looks back up at Ashton and says helplessly, "what do I do?"

Ashton just shrugs and puts his hand on Michael's back in a comforting way, rubbing circles into Michael's shirt because he knows Michael likes that when he's stressed. "I think you should tell him. Like you said, it's just Luke. It's not like he can do anything worse than tell you he doesn't like you back."

Michael immediately shakes his head, breathing out a sarcastic laugh. "No, no way. I am not telling Luke I have a crush on him. Not happening, Ash."

"Why not? I think you would be a cute couple." Ashton sees Michael continuing to shake his head and he sighs. "Where's confident, fuck-it-it'll-be-fine Michael? I like him better than whatever this Michael is."

"I don't know...like I said, its Luke. I don't want to ruin our friendship because of some little crush that might not mean anything," Michael explains, leaning into Ashton's comforting touch. All he needs is a really good cuddle to make himself feel better. Ashton gives pretty good cuddles, but Luke gives better ones. But since he doesn't want to be all awkward and flustered, he settles for Ashton instead.