Vinyl //Muke

Titanic

Michael's POV

"What movie did you guys go see the other day?" Alexis asked as we walked through the park to the only empty bench. She really wanted to go to the park for some reason so she dragged me here.

"Jurassic Park or world or something like that. I didn't really watch it." I said and sat down lazily next to her on the bench.

"What were you doing during the movie then?" She turned toward me with a smirk plaster on her face.

"I may or may not have done some things with Louis' best friend in the bathroom." I shrugged. It was no big deal right? It's not like I'm actually with Alexis, well everyone thinks I am.

"Classy Michael, real classy." She shook her head, "Does our fake relationship mean nothing to you?" She wiped a fake tear away.

"Really?" I kept my face straight and she smiled.

"But seriously, if your going to be messing around with Harry we need to stop this whole fake relationship thing because we don't want them to think that your cheating on me with Harry." she said and I sighed.

"I know, but I don't know if Harry and I are anything or if that was just a one time thing." I'm pretty sure it was just a one time thing, I think. It'd be cool if it wasn't because Harry is really fucking hot, but he is best friends with Louis. After we had left the bathroom and went back tom the theatre. Luke had just glared at the two of us and Harry had the biggest smirk on his face as if he had just won something that no one else had. I pulled out my phone to see that I had a new text.

Harry: I'm bored, we should hang out

Maybe its not just a one time thing? I quickly replied with an okay then shoved my phone back in my pocket. "Texting lover boy?" Alexis smirked and I glared at her.

"I've gotta go, I'll see you later." I stood up and she pouted.

"Have fun butt fucking Harry Styles." I heard her say as I walked away. I got into my truck and quickly drove to the address Harry told me to meet him at. I managed to make it there in less than fifteen minutes, I totally wasn't speeding or anything. I parked my truck in front of a huge white house and Harry appeared at the door with a giant grin on his face. I got out of my truck then shoved my hands in my front pockets as I walked up to the front door. He opened the door once I reached the top step then grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.

"Hey." he wrapped his hand around mine which caused a small smile to appear on my face as I glanced down on them.

"So you're bored?" I asked.

"Not anymore now that your here." He said and dragged me up the step and into what I guess was his room considering it was quite messy. It looked like a typical teenage boy's room.

"Are we the only ones here?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yeah, you're lucky my mom and sister aren't here because they would have questioned you to death." He sat down on his bed and motioned for me to sit beside him.

"Parents don't really like me." I sat down beside him so that there was only about an inch between us.

"Why do you think they wouldn't like you?" He asked. Fuck, he's not supposed to ask why.

"I don't know, they just don't." That's kind of true, I guess.

"Anyways, I want to watch a movie so you're going to have a movie night with me." He stood up and walked over to his giant TV not even bothering to wait for my answer. It's not like I even have an answer for that though. He grabbed a movie from the floor then put it into the DVD player then came back and sat next to me again. He grabbed a pillow then laid down so that he could see the TV while i awkwardly sat there staring at the floor.

"Your so awkward." He smiled and grabbed my arm making me lay down next to him. He moved the pillow so that we could share it and gave me a small smile. When the title screen popped up, I rolled my eyes at the movie he chose.

"Do you have something against the Titanic?" He pretended to be offended.

"I've seen this way to many times, so not really." My mom would always watch the Titanic on Saturday nights when I was little and sometimes I would watch it with her so I basically know this movie like the back of my hand.

Not even 30 minutes into the movie, Harry scooted closer to me and we ended up cuddling. Cuddling sounds so girly, but I don't really care cause this is pretty great. When we reached the part of the movie where Jack died, I noticed Harry tearing up and smiled. He's actually crying over a movie. A guy who puts up a front as a player at school is actually crying over a movie.

"Stop laughing at me." He mumbled and wrapped his arms tightly around me and buried his face in my chest. His tears ended up soaking my shirt, but I didn't really care.