All The Mistakes I've Made

Part two

The gig they played the next day was Luke's favorite gig they had played in a while, of course the reason being Michael. Luke actually didn't have to worry about singing some of Michael's parts in the songs, as well as learning some of the difficult guitar parts the blond would NEVER be able to play correctly. Michael also just brought some of the energy to the band that made the whole performance perfect. Performing has a sort of chemistry to it, Luke believes, and if one thing is missing then the whole thing is fucked. Luke also didn't mind having the red haired boy there to make silly faces at whenever he wanted to, receiving a rolled-eye expression in return.

Like he's stated a thousand times, he just really missed Michael. Though the situation that happened in Luke's bed last night would beg to differ. It really wasn't odd for Luke and Michael to fall asleep in the same bed together-it happened probably as much as it didn't happen. It wasn't sleeping in the same bed that bothered Luke; it was Luke almost getting hard for his best friend. THAT was something that had been happening a lot more recently before they separated, when he, Calum and Ashton had left for London. Luke honestly believed it would stop when he came back. It was obvious that it didn't. He began to wonder if he should question himself more as to why this was all happening.

He was in the middle of this thought when he walked into his hotel room and was stopped dead in his tracks by a giant teddy bear in the middle of the floor. Luke had been over at Ashton and Calum's room down the hall for an hour after their gig, while Michael had to go run a few errands. The older boy was standing in front of the mirror, pants-less and fixing his hair.

"Wow, the fans have been leveling up with their presents." Luke commented as he stepped over the teddy bear. Michaels head whipped around to look at him, before he laughed.

"The fans didn't give this to me," Michael said while he chuckled, returning his eyes to the mirror. "I got it for Taylor."

Luke's face dropped. He should have known that's what Michael was out doing. But...a giant teddy bear?

"Is it too much?" Michael asked, looking at Luke in the mirror. "It was so much harder shopping for her than I thought it would be. Like, she's a successful, wealthy woman who has enough money in the bank to get herself anything she wanted. I don't know enough about her to get her something sentimental, and if I actually spent a lot of money on anything for her it wouldn't mean as much because she already has enough money to get it for herself."

Luke wasn't sure Michael breathed throughout that entire sentence. This suspicion was confirmed when Michael took a huge intake of breath after finishing. "I just want to get her something memorable, you know? Something she's not going to be able to overlook."

"Literally." Luke said, looking the enormous stuffed animal up and down.

"I think she'll appreciate it. I feel like she has that type of humor." Michael smiled to himself, and then turned his attention to Luke. "You should probably get ready; I was thinking we could leave in like half an hour."

"Says the boy in the room with no pants on." The blond boy retorted. Michael then began to search the room for a pair of pants, and Luke couldn't help but stare a little too long at the curve of Michael's ass as he bent down to check if his pants were underneath the bed. Luke literally face-palmed and fell onto his bed. He needed to fix this reoccurring problem he was having.

"What's up with you?" Luke heard Michael say on the other side of him. Luke didn't respond temporarily, which he soon realized was a mistake when a 6 foot monster with no pants was suddenly crashing on top of him, digging his hands into Luke's sides.

"No tickling, I mean it I - Michael I swear to go - NO TICKLI-" Luke was now laughing out of control as Michael tickled every part of him. Michael was laughing as well.