Your phone buzzes beneath your fingers, waking you up from a somewhat restless sleep. The blackness of your room confuses you for a few seconds as you fumble for the device. The dim screen displays a text from your best friend, Michael.
Mike🎮💗
if you're awake, can we skype? I miss you....💔
A sleepy grin tugs at your mouth as you slide to answer him, ignoring the fact that your phone reads 2:30 am. He's been away on tour with your other three best friends for over four months now and you haven't gotten a chance to see them since.
I'm up☺️ lets talk
You send the text and reach for your laptop. The screensaver makes you smile like crazy, as always. It is a picture of you and Michael hugging as tight as possible, with Calum's arms draped over your shoulders and Luke and Ashton laughing in the background. You really do miss them terribly. Almost instantly, Michael's skype notification pops up. You accept and slightly adjust your bed-head, wishing you had more time to look presentable. He's your best friend, but he's always been gorgeous so you naturally feel just a little self conscious.
His soft features appear in a pixelated mess on your laptop screen. You wave, instantly overwhelmingly happy to see his face.
"Hey!"
His precious accent echoes through the speaker. You giggle at a half naked Calum in the background of the picture, eating toast and shouting at you.
"Hey!"
Calum's enthusiasm radiates through the laptop. Already your cheeks hurt from smiling.
"Hey guys! How are you?"
You say, matching their excitement. Michael ruffles his unnatural blonde hair and audibly yawns.
"Exaused. Hungry. Missing you. The usual."
He says, a smirk pulling at his pink lips. Calum situates himself beside Michael and continues munching loudly on his breakfast. You glance at the light behind them from the window of their tour bus.
"What time is it there?"
"7:35 am, how about there?"
Calum answers before Mike can, making him pout slightly.
"Almost three in the morning."
Another soft and whispery laugh leaves through your nose. Michael's tired green eyes soften, sympathy and worry filling them.
"Oh, shit. You need your sleep. We can talk later. Go to bed, babe."
You shake your head and bite back a yawn, trying not to pay attention to the affectionate name Michael addressed you by, you're used to it, but it still makes your heart flutter.
"No, Mikey. I can't sleep anyways."
Calum grabs the laptop from where it sits on Michael's bed, swinging to around and trudging through the tour bus, ignoring the complaints behind him.
"I'll give ya a tour!"
He shouts, straining the speaker and making you laugh. You watch dizzily as he spins the screen and shows you random parts of the bus you've seen a million times in previous calls with Michael alone.
"Cal, I've already had a tour. Put me down, I'm gonna barf!"
You say between chuckles, but it's no use. Ashton's dimpled smile appears on the screen, practically lighting up your whole bedroom.
"Ash!"
"Y/n!"
He shouts back, equally thrilled. Luke waves at you in the background with his breakfast in hand.
"Shut up, Luke!"
You hear a raspy shout from behind you and Calum, knowing instantly it's Mike.
"I didn't say anything!"
Luke whines and plops down on the couch beside the window. Calum whips the camera back around to the grumpy bleach blonde. Michael instantly pulls the covers over his head, hiding from you.
"Mikey!"
You and Calum chime together as Cal reaches out to yank the sheets from around his head.
"Peek-aboo!"
Calum chuckles uncontrollably. Michael's eyes widen and you watch him, still giggling. His hands instantly fly across his waist, the drawn back sheets revealing his pale chest. You feel flushed at the sight of his bare upper half, having seen it countless times and still never quite understanding how he can be so ashamed of himself when he looks like that. He's beautiful and doesn't know it, which breaks your heart over and over.
"This-"
Calum says cheekily, gesturing wildly to Michael's bunk as he scrambles for the comforter. The tan skinned boy brings his face close to the speaker before speaking lowly.
"is where Mike has wet dreams about you."
Your hands fly over your mouth in shock as Michael screeches behind him, pulling the laptop from him as fast as you can blink.
"What the fuck, Cal?! Not true! Not true!"
He's completely forgotten about his lack of clothing, too busy cursing at Calum's hunched posture as he is doubled over in laughter. Your hands are still covering your mouth, but only to contain your giggles.
"Y/n, I swear I don't-"
"He moans your name in his sleep!"
Ashton's high pitched chirp from below Michael's bed makes you jump. Mikey's green eyes fly wide open again and he chucks a pillow forcefully at Ashton.
"Would you shut the hell up?!"
When he returns to the screen, his blonde hair is even more disheveled and his cheeks show tainted a rosy red color, evident even through the low quality skype. You can't help but get a little bubbly on the inside, knowing he only blushes when thoroughly embarrassed, and you could possibly be the cause of it.
"I'd love to talk more babe, but I have to go beat the shit out of my best mates in the world."
His grin shines at the last few words, making you instantly return the happy expression. You shake your head, hovering over the end button.
"Please don't kill them, I kinda wanna keep them around."
No promises. Bye, love you."
Mikey says, waving adorably at you just before the screen goes black. You shut the computer and bring it to your chest, clutching it tightly and closing your eyes as you whisper to yourself in the lonely black of your bedroom.
"Love you too."
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a/n: hope you liked it<3
~ab
