Lucas. ➳ Luke Hemmings [Completed]

Chapter Twenty~

~Skylars POV~

"I would react badly
To the slightest hint of hesitance
He'd bend awkwardly to suit my mood
No word from his defense

I'd cry knowing how my tears
Felt like acid burning through his skin
Pushed every little button
But the right one that would let me in

Now he's afraid of me
He's afraid of me

It took me by surprise
The hatred in his eyes
I've pushed this man as far as he could go
But he lacked the words to let me know
He acted out, now I can see it is my fault

I made changes that went unnoticed
Sang songs for deaf ears
He mistook my silence for punishment
As it had been all these years
I'd cry knowing how my tears
Felt like acid burning through his skin

Now he's afraid of me
He's afraid of me

It took me by surprise
The hatred in his eyes
I've pushed this man as far as he could go
But he lacked the words to let me know
He acted out, now I-

It took me by surprise
The hatred in his eyes
I've pushed this man as far as he could go
But he lacked the words to let me know
He acted out, now I can see it is my fault," I quietly enough so only me in my room could hear it, but loud enough the people watching my video could hear it, sang.

I put my guitar on my bed, said goodbye to the camera, and turned it off. I was editing the video when I saw a figure behind me.

God damnit Michael.

Skylar: Michael, did you just creep in the back of my video today?

Michael: Maybe... but you're really good at singing! And that's a really good song!

I rolled my eyes, typing;

Skylar: I'm a horrible singer and it's a horrible song because I wrote it. Quit lying. xD But thanks.

I threw my phone onto the bed, and tried my hardest to blur Michael out. Why? Well, if I don't blur him out I know every 5 Seconds of Summer fan will hate me for dating Michael after Luke, and will only pay attention to Michael.

Michael, why you gotta be so famous and rude?

I wonder basically all of the time why I just can't have a normal life and date someone who's not famous.

Fuck me running.

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"Hey," Michaels voice spoke through the phone, "I was watching your video- noting you blurred me out. Rude- but I noticed how many views, likes, dislikes, comments, and hate comments it got."

"Spill," I instantly spoke.

"Views, 2,504. Likes, 1,673. Dislikes, 129. Comments about you that are good, 1,234. Comments that are bad, 24."

"What are the bad ones about?" My eyes shot open.

"How you're dating me after Luke," Michaels voice instantly filled with hurt, as he trailed off.

"There's something you're not telling me. Spill," I spoke.

"And how you liked Luke before me... and how I'm ugly... uglier than Luke.." Michael mumbled, "How you're only using me to get to my band mates."

I snapped, "Michael Gordon fucking Clifford. I liked Lucas, past tense. You're not ugly at fucking all. You're perfect. And I'm definitely not using you for your band mates. What kind of sick fucker does that?"

Michael paused for a long time and spoke, "C-can I come over and cuddle?"

I nodded, although he couldn't see, "Yes, Michael."

"Good, because I'm already at your door. Let me in, please. I'm cold," I rolled my eyes as he spoke.

I walked downstairs and hung up the phone, opening the door.

"Cuddles?" Michael instantly asked in a high pitched voice.

"Cuddles," I answered mocking his high pitched voice.

I ran upstairs, Michael following me and flopped on my bed. Michael flopped down with me, and wrapped his arms around me.

So Michael has this weird thing when he's cuddling. He likes to cuddle either spooning, him being the big spoon, or me on top of him. While we're spooning, he'll put his hand in between my thighs.

He doesn't mean it in a sexual way, but it's just a strange habit he has.

"Wanna watch a movie?" I asked.

Michael didn't speak for a while, and finally spoke, "No."

"Why? You always do," I chuckled a little.

"I don't want to move or you to move," He smiled into my neck, "I'm comfortable."

Cuddly Michael is the best Michael.

If you know where I got the hand thing from, Ifly. (Steveop. If you don't watch him on YouTube, shame on you. And go watch him.)

I'm gonna sleep. Night. Maybe. Not really. Bye. Still thinking about how my grandma doesn't want me. Byeee❤️🌺

And this probably sounds really fucking corny, but you guys are amazing. Be you, please. Don't let anyone change you🌺