Melancholy-Muke

Chapter Three

A/N: before anyone states that some of the things in this fanfic are not true I would like to highlight the fact that it is indeed a fanfic, and fanfic is fiction.

*lukes P.O.V*
The name flashing on his phone wasn't Ashton. Or Calum.

It was in fact Michael Clifford.
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Luke scrambled across his bed to grab his phone, only for him and the phone to fall off of the edge of his bed and onto the floor. Luke took a second try at picking up his phone and slid across the screen to answer the call.

"Michael?" Luke answered in a confused tone.
"Hi buddy, it's Ashton. Michael let me borrow his phone so I could call you to find out where you went."
Luke was disappointed. He has a thought in his mind that said 'maybe Michael is sorry and is calling to apologise'. Luke now just felt stupid.
He looked around his room trying to find inspiration to spark an idea that could help him come up with an excuse to tell Ashton as to why he left Calum's house without telling any of them.
"Uhh, I just wanted to come home early, that's all."
"Are you sure Michael didn't do anything?" Ashton asked.
"For fuck sake." Luke heard a familiar voice grumble in the back ground. Luke's heart started to beat faster.
"Uhh.. Nope, I was tired and just decided to come home early Ashton."
"Okay well, see you on Thursday. We're going to start having daily practises up to the first date of the One Direction tour." Ashton spoke.
The first thing that popped into Luke's head was that Luke would be seeing Michael a lot more than he was used to. This gave him an unsettled feeling in the base of stomach.
"Okay."
Luke ended the call, but his phone buzzed a few minutes later.
He glanced over at his phone once again.

Michael: Hi Luke, Ashton again. Just letting you know that practise will be at Michaels house on Thursday in case I didn't tell you.

Luke put his phone on his bedside table, and sighed to himself. He didn't have the guts to form a conversation after what happened between him and Michael, let alone go to his house. If he showed up Michael would probably laugh in his face.

Luke dived face first into a pillow.

"Luke honey, can you go to Starbucks and get me a coffee?"
This caused Luke to groan into his pillow.
"Luke...?"
"Alright mum, I'll leave in a minute."

Luke grabbed his earphones and out them in letting the music pour into his ears, then picked up his mums car keys and off he went.
He looked, through the windscreen of the car, at the weather. The sun was being covered up by clouds.
Luke felt an odd connection, that's how he felt inside. His happiness was being covered with the clouds of Michael's insults and disliking for him.

Once Luke arrived at Starbucks, he got out of the car and proceeded to walk towards the entrance and through the door.
He told the barista what he wanted, and walked over to the point where they hand you your beverage.

Luke hadn't noticed, but Michael was sat at the back of Starbucks, by himself, with a grey beanie on. He was sipping on a chocolate frappachino, glancing at Luke every so oftern.

At this point Luke still had his earphones in, so he didn't hear the petite, pretty, blonde girl try and tell him his drink was ready, until she shyly tapped him. Luke pulled out his earphones, and smiled at her.
"Sorry, I was.. Um..." He pointed at his earphone awkwardly, then broke out into a smiley laugh.
" It's okay." She giggled, "Just a black coffee yeah? I heard the chocolate frappachinos are pretty good."
"That does sound pretty good, but I don't have enough money."
"Its okay, for cute guys like you, it's on the house." She said with a nervous giggle.
Michael spluttered out his mouthful of drink.
Luke's heard jerked towards where the noise came from.
"Michael?"
Michael was meant to still be at Calum's house with Ashton? Why did Michael leave?
Maybe Michael came out to find you, Luke conscience spoke. He told himself not to be so stupid and that he would never do that.

When Luke came back to reality Michael first gave him a death glare, which then swiftly turned into a sarcastic smile. Then got up to get some tissues to clean up the mess he made.
"Sorry I have to go," Luke stated, and walked out the exit.
"Wait!"
Luke turned around.
"I never got your name."
"Luke"
"Hayley"
Luke nodded and started to walk towards his car. He was just about to reach his car when a certain voice made him almost jump out of his skin.

"You do realise that girl is way out of your league right?" Michael taunted, with a wicked smile on his face.
Luke turned around. Michael was stood right in front of him.
"Uhh.. Umm.." Luke stuttered.
Michael lifted his hand, Luke flinched, but he only found that Michael was going to firmly pat his shoulder.
"Good luck dork, you should of got her number while you could. I mean guys like you don't get opportunities like that oftern. I mean just look at you. You're not exactly 'hot stuff' are you" Michael chuckled to himself, then shook his head.
Luke opened his mouth to say something in return, but no words came out.
"Not gonna say anything back? Thought so. Pussy." Michael turned around and walked over to his own car.
Luke opened the door to his car.
And just when Luke thought it was over, one more thing was said.
"Oh, see you Thursday loser. If you have the guts to turn up." Michael shouted out of his car window, then drove off.
Luke got into his car and rested his head on the steering wheel, then tried to slow his breathing.

Why was Michael like this? Luke thought to himself.

A/N: *shrugs* uhhh yeah.