heavy dirty soul| muke

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seize (Luke's outfit top/side)

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Luke zipped up the last bag, snickering mischievously. Claudia on the other side had a disappointed look on her face, her hands wrapped around the handle of the travel luggage.

"If you get in trouble, I'm not gonna save your ass." She huffed, walked towards the door, bags trailing behind her. Luke rolled his eyes, the sound of her heels clicking as she took every step made him cringe.

The blonde pulled his blue fuzzy jacket over his shoulders, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. This was gonna be fun for him.

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Luke went straight up to the familiar green eyed boy, wrapping his hands around Michael's biceps taking him by surprise.

"What the fuck-" Michael raised his eyebrows, staring down at the short blonde. "What are you doing here..?"

"I'm going to Amsterdam, too!" Luke chirped, glancing back at Claudia who was gasping for air from how fast they ran to catch up to older boy.

Michael's jaw dropped, was he serious? Why was it so hard to get rid of him?

"Turns out we're on the same flight too." Luke smugly smirked, a glint of evilness in his eyes was evident.

Michael wanted to face palm himself so badly as he saw his band mates approach him, Luke still clinging to his arm. Luke saw the 2 boys coming towards him and Michael, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

"Mike? What's with.." Calum's eyes averting to the blonde, his finger pointing at him sharply.

Michael cleared his throat, trying to push Luke away from him.

"I'm Luke." The blonde sent Calum a flirty smirk, looking back at Michael.

The raven haired boy was so close to saying 'I know', but decided against that. Ashton glanced at the fans who stared at them with questioning looks, their phones filming every move they made.

Michael gave in, watching Luke and Claudia follow them to the ticketing. This is gonna be a long ass trip, he thought to himself.

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Michael was sat next to Luke on the plane, he tried to stop rolling his eyes as the blonde kept filming himself on snapchat.

"Stop that already, the plane is about to board."

"Sheesh, fine." Luke rolled his blue orbs, turning his phone off. He tapped his feet, huffing at how mean Michael was being to him.

Michael on the other side was trying to get his band mates to help him out, but they just kept snickering at him. 'Fuck you guys' he mouthed, gritting his teeth as he rolled his head back.

"You don't seem happy about me being with you." Luke spoke up, his eyes never meeting Michael's. The older boy knew what Luke was doing, trying to make him feel guiltyー and fuck it was working.

"I am."

"Of course you are."

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I accidentally published it when it was incomplete y'all,