(Luke's POV)
"Who's gonna tell me what happened with Selena?" I shouted, my fists in balls at my side, my fingernails definitely leaving marks on my palms.
"Look, Luke calm down," Calum said, getting up off his chair making his way slowly over to where I was standing.
"How can I? My friends just made my girlfriend cry, and for no good reason!" I was shaking, my anger getting to me in so many different ways. They had no right to do that to her, she just wanted to come make a good impression, and they wouldn't even let her.
"There was too a good reason," Michael muttered. I hope he is joking right now, what good reason would there be to make a girl cry? I'm almost completely sure there isn't one.
"Well okay then, lets hear the good reason." My sterness was taking me by suprise. I wasn't sure that this was normal for me, I've never gotten this angry over anything in my entire life.
"Luke, she's a slut."
The dyed haired motherfucker, I was only short of killing him. He didn't even know her, why does he think he can judge people like that. That isn't even like Michael. He's normally the last person ever to judge someone.
"No she isn't! She's my girlfriend! She's nowhere near being a slut so why call her it?!"
"Luke, calm dow-" I cut Michael off.
"How would you feel if I called Jamie a slut?! How would you feel if she started crying because I couldn't keep my opinion to myself?! How would you feel Michael?" I shouted. By now, my large figure was leaning over Michael, who was sat on the couch. It was just us in the room now, everyone else had slowly but surely migrated to the kitchen.
Michael stood up, looking ready for a fight. "What has this got to do with Jamie?! It's about your girlfriend not mine! Anyway, mines not a slut who tried to get in to Ashton's pants." He huffed and pushed past me, leaving the room and making me speechless. After about five minutes, there was a loud clacking noise coming down the stairs, obviously caused by Michaels combat boots. I held my breath, it wasn't like Michael to get dressed properly if he wasn't going anywhere. As the sound of the door slamming shut echoed throughout the house, I realised how big of a mistake I had made.
(Jamie's POV)
As soon as I heard the door slam shut I realised what happened. Luke and Michael never properly fought, they always just teased each other and never got anywhere further. Fighting with his best friend was obviously too much for Michael, so he got up and left.
My nerves were gone. It wasn't like Michael to leave the house unless he had to, so he was obviously very angry. I looked around me from where I was sitting on the kitchen floor.
Everyone looked at each other in shock. Nobody knew what to say. In a quick instinct, I got up from the floor and ran as quickly as I could to mine and Michaels bedroom.
I found one of his oversized jumpers on the floor and quickly pulled it over my head followed by my usual black Jeans and black and white leather vans. I stood in front of the mirror, looking to see which jumper I had on. I was wearing his black Sex Pistols jumper, my favourite one of his.
I quickly grabbed my phone, trying to call Michael. After a few rings, I heard the familiar noise of the Spider-Man theme tune he set for my ringtone. I hung up, and quickly ran down the stairs.
"Make sure you text me how he is!" Ash shouted at me before I closed the door.
Walking out of the house, I started thinking of places Michael would go. He wouldn't go on a walk, it wasn't like him to do any more physical activity than he needed to. My first thoughts went to the old music shop that me and him had found a few weeks ago. It was kinda close to the house, about 15 minutes walk.
I did the walk to the shop, it was through the park and then about five minutes after. It was quick, only because I was worried about him.
I walked through the music shop, looking around for black hair. I stood on my tippy toes, and then found his oversized denim jacket and walked over to him. He was looking through vinyls when I wrapped my hands around his waist.
He jumped, but then relaxed when he noticed it was me. "Hey you." He mumbled, rubbing his hands over mine. He turned around and properly gave me a tight hug, my hands going under his jacket and grabbing onto his AC DC shirt.
"Are you okay?" I asked into his chest. He kissed on top of my head and then let me go. He frowned and moved on from vinyls and onto guitars.
"Not really but it's okay." He said, examining each guitar. "Babe, what do you think of this guitar?" He said pointing to a Gibson brown wood acoustic guitar.
"I want it." I said, picking it up and looking at it properly. It was really nice, but it was way too expensive.
I put the guitar back, only to be taken onto the poster part. "I think we buy a load of posters and put them up in our room, what do you say?" He said, going through the posters and looking properly at each one.
"Yeah sure."
(Calum's POV)
It's been about half an hour since Jamie left to go get Michael. I'm that half hour, we came up with a plan to make him feel better, but also to make Luke feel really bad.
We wouldn't let the girls know though. It was a boys only project.
We got started straight away. Ashton took his socks off and I ran to get some underwear out of the washing basket, shoving them into my back pocket.
"Luke!" I called, trying my best not to laugh at the plan we had. Luke came in, dragging his feet behind him. "Take a seat," I said, pushing him down on the kitchen chair.
Let the fun begin.
