Vinyl //Muke

Heart Breaks and Plans

Luke pov. 

Girlfriend

Michael has a girlfriend. 

That doesn't hurt at all. Who am i kidding this hurts like hell. more than hell. i feel like my heart has been ripped out my chest and thrown to the ground being stepped on by an elephant. Why is this such a big deal? i hate Michael. I hate him with all my being. 

But do i really know why, or was my mind just coming up with shit so i would stay away? 

That's what it is. i always ruin any chances of being friends with someone and im highly surprised that Louis even wanted to take me on this date. It started off nice and sweet and now i wanna rip that girls head off for taking Michael away from me. Wait, hes not my Michael and i doubt he ever will be. I mean that girl is beautiful and im fucking Luke. Just Luke fucking Hemmings. 

Walking away from the three i threw the door to the coffee shop open and walked down the street hoping that Louis wouldn't find me within all these people. I didn't notice i was crying until i looked up at the sky to see that the night sky was clear and the stars where brighter than normal. With the way i feel right now it should be raining. But the weather doesn't work with my emotions like that, and for that im grateful because honestly if it was raining i would be crying even more. 

Passing through people i turned the corner and ran into someone and fell backwards. Standing up quickly i mumbled a sorry and tried passing but the person grabbed my arm and stopped me. 

"Luke?" i looked up and squinted my eyes just to see Ashton standing there looking confused. Looking away i tried to get my arm back but Ashton's grip was pretty strong and he wouldn't let me go. 

"What do you want?" i snapped and kept my head to the ground. 

"What's wrong and why are you crying?" He asked making me look up. People looked at us strangely as they had to go around us as we where standing right in the middle of the sidewalk. Shaking my head i looked at him. 

"Michael has a girlfriend now?" i stated it more as a question as my voice ended up breaking in the middle of me talking.

"He does?" i nodded quickly and wiped away a stray tear. "But why are you crying?"

"It hurts"

"What does? the fact that he has a girlfriend?" i nodded and let a sob escape my lips. I didn't want to cry in front of Ashton because one i didn't want to look weak in front of him and two because it was pretty upsetting that im letting all this get to me. "Luke do you like Michael?" he asked. 

i thought about it for a moment and answered. 

"Yea. i do." and with that i started crying more. Ash took my arm and pulled me over to a nearby bench and sat us down, bringing me into his side whispering that it would all be okay. I didn't want to believe him because i don't really know him but what i do know is that he is really good at making someone feel better. He doesn't talk much he just holds you and whispers sweet nothings into your ear until you calm down. It works. 

I don't necessarily know why i thought it was a good idea to tell Ashton that i liked Michael when i just myself found out that i did. i guess its because no one but Ashton has ever asked me if i liked him so i guess that makes a big difference. 

"Luke?" i looked up at Ashton and he pointed in the direction that i came from and they way he was headed. looking closer i noticed someone coming towards us and it was Louis. Of course he would find me when i didn't really want to be found. looking at Ashton he had a random pen in his hand and he took my arm for the third time tonight and wrote something down. "Just in case you need someone to talk to, im here okay? text me whenever even if you just want to talk." and with that he got up and left, heading the way he was going before a ran into him. 

Ashton is a good friend. Can i even call him that right now since this was the first time i have actually talked to him? i don't know. 

"hey" i looked up and Louis was standing in front of me with his hands in his pockets. Getting up i took his hand in mine and we walked back towards my house in a awkward silence.