something like love // muke au

two

luke //

after luke stormed out of the appartment, calum was left alone in confusion, his best friend just leaves him like that? he didn't know what to do, i mean what do you do when your band mate says he quits?

luke was in a hotel, realizing he didn't even bring his toothbrush, all he had was his wallet, his phone, hoodie and sunglasses. it was his personal phone by the way, not the work one. it wasn't that late so luke decided that he was going on a walk through amsterdam, to buy a toothbrush and some toothpaste. ((they live in amsterdam just go with it idk))

he put on his big black hoodie and placed a snapback over his hair, then pulled the hood over the snapback. when luke unlocked his hoteldoor he left the room, after quickly grabbing his sunglasses, ready for the outside world.

lukes mind was constantly thinking, was it really a good decision? should he appolegize to calum and the others? what would happen if the fans found out? what was he going to do with his life now? all kinds of questions were swirling through his head.
since these questions were taking over the main part of his brain, his body was on the automatic pilot as he liked to call it. luke was looking at the groud and bumped in to something hard.

"ouch"

dammit it was a person.
luke looked up to see a head with hair that was so bright blue, even with his sunglasses on and in the darkness of the falling night he could see it, the boys eyes looked confused at him. "sorry" luke said and turned around walking, almost running back to his hotel room.

he took a shower and then he realized he didn't even buy a toothbrush and toothpaste. "fucking idiot" he mumbled to himself.

michael //

michaels art gallery had just ended and he thought it went pretty well. he sold four paintings, and he was incredibly happy.
"wanna take a cab home, michael?" ashton asked, on which michael replied: "no thanks, i'll walk home"
"okay bye then, see you at home!" ashton walked away and so did michael.

michael wished his mum and dad could be there, but they lived a 10 hour flight away so he only saw them with christmas. he did got a text from them wishing him luck.
while michael was walking through a busy street in amsterdam and texting at the same time, someone bumped into him. "ouch" michaels hand shoot to his shoulder, that person had been walking fast, considering how hard he bumped into michael. he looked up to see a pair of sunglasses, a hoodie with a snapback underneath, which made it impossible to see the upper part of his head.

michael did notice his perfectly shaped pink lips, with a black ring pierced through on the left side of his lower lip.

the boy looked confused at first, like he just woke up, then mumbled out a sorry and turned around walking away as fast as possible in the now less busier street.
strange, thought michael. he looked down and saw a golden iphone 6 laying on the dirty street, michael picked it up. it must have been from that boy. his lockscreen was a picture of a stage with pink and red fireworks on both sides, and someone standing between them. probably a fan of some kind of band.

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