This was submitted a while ago for thefecesofearth's (on tumblr) blurb night, but I'm re-uploading it as the submitted version has loads of mistakes and it was pissing me off a lot.
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You and Michael had been talking every day, either in person or by text, since the day you'd tripped and he'd caught you from falling down the stairs. You remember blushing a lot as you clung onto him, only stopping when he said "You can let go now" with a chuckle. That was a year ago now, and you were honestly surprised that you two hadn't broken your streak yet, and that he hadn't got bored of you and moved on.
Whilst you were surprised and still doubtful, your best friend was fascinated, and had drawn it down to one conclusion.
"He's falling in love with you"
"What?" You asked, still gazing at Michael out of the window where you could see him chatting and laughing with his friends Luke, Calum and Ashton, his bright red hair making him really easy to identify even from that distance.
"Michael! Actually, scrap that. He already loves you" y/f/n, smirking at your blushing cheeks.
"How can you be sure?" You replied, your gaze never leaving Michael as he sat laughing with his friends.
"Do you even use your eyes? You know, those two spherical things on your face?"
"Yes I do, however they cannot see whatever bullshit you're seeing. Maybe you need your eyes tested" you retorted, looking down at your chemistry experiment as you focused on pouring some of the, clear, toxic, highly flammable liquid into a beaker.
"What's he doing anyway, shouldn't they be in class?" y/f/n questioned, frowning at the boys who were sat under a tree on the edge of the field.
"Oh come on y/f/n, Michael's never in class"
"Yeah, he's too badass. You like the bad boys, don't you Indie? And they like you back, apparently"
"Oh shut up, y/f/n, Michael Clifford did not, does not and will not like me. Ever. Not in a billion years. So shut your cake hole and tell me what to do next"
"You go up to Michael and ask him out" y/f/n said, smirking.
"No! Read the next step on the method sheet" you demanded, quickly glaring at y/f/n before eyeing the sheet that was on the other side of the Bunsen burner. "Nope. Not until you stop denying that Michael has a thing for you"
"Michael doesn't have a thing for me! And how come you've gone from love, to like, to having 'a thing'? Is his love for me degrading overtime?" You shot back, raising an eyebrow.
"It will do if you don't do something about it. Just admit it - Michael loves you"
"Aaaaand now we're back to love again. Wow, he must be indecisive. Anyway, give me the sheet" you reached over to the method sheet but y/f/n snatched it off the work bench and held it back from you. "Ah ah ah! You're not allowed this sheet until you say what we all want to hear"
"What: Give me the sheet?" you asked sarcastically.
"No! The thing about Michael" y/f/n whined, growing annoyed that you wouldn't admit that Michael 'loved' you.
"y/f/n, I'm pretty sure you're the only one who wants to hear me say it. Now, give. Me. The. Sheet" y/f/n huffed and shook her head.
"Fight me" she challenged, making you chuckle slightly.
"Fine then, I will!" You reached over to her and grabbed her arm, which she stretched above her head, holding the sheet away from you. "Give it to me!" The supply teacher didn't even glance up as you both squealed and giggled, fighting over the sheet.
