You & I~Muke

-Michael-

               

When I wake up in the morning, the sun creeping through the tent, creating shadows on every item around us, my legs are tangled with Luke's. his face is squished against a blue pillow and I cant help but smile at him. It's usually him awake before me, so now I take this opportunity to look at him, to really study him when I'm not in a classroom with anxiety eating me to the core, or when I'm not in the heat of a moment in which I'm being taken over by butterflies.

I run my small, stubby fingers through his blond hair and it's soft; soft, like his kind personality, and his soul and his damn pink lips.

"Morning," he groans, his voice raspy and attractive as hell, with his eyes still closed

"Hello, l-lukey," I smile at him and his eye lashes begin to bat open like he could sense me smiling at him. "How y-you f-feeling?" I ask, and now his eyes are completely open and I can see his beautifully blue orbs.

"headache," he moans in a low voice, and then he nuzzles his face further into the pillow and tries to close out the world by shutting his eyes.

I pout my lip because I don't want him to be in pain. I rummage through my bag to find my wash kit, and in it, my anti depressants, adjacent to them are some pain killers; I pop two out onto my hand and then grab a bottle of water.

I tell Luke to sit up and he does so, and I lean over closer to him.

"T-take these, it'll h-help," I mumble sweetly, and he smiles sleepily at me. His eyes are still drooping and poke his cheek again when he nearly falls asleep before taking his second, and last, pill. "w-what t-t-time did you feel a-asleep?"

"I didn't," he laughs in a bitter tone. "Not much, maybe an hour or two," he says, and I stroke his cheek. He places his hands on my waist.

"We're l-leaving soon, d-don't worry," I say to him, and he leaves butterfly kisses on my cheek and my forehead.

"Thanks Mikey," he says softly, and I trace my finger over his lip and he smiles at my small actions.

"when we g-get h-home we can cuddle and n-nap; d-don't worry," I say, and his face relaxes with the thought and I can feel as mine does the same.

It's just as he leans in to kiss me on the lips that Calum pokes his head through the door of the tent. We roll our eyes and pull apart.

Calum smiles.

"All very cosy in here," he winks and I can tell Luke wants to punch him in the face. I giggle. "We're all packing up you lazy buggers, it's almost ten." My eyes widen in shock, and I quickly grab my phone and see I have quite a few messages from my dad.

Not as many as I initially thought, though.

I decide to ring him once our tent is packed away. I watch as Luke changes his tshirt, his slim torso on display, while leaning on a tree and my phone ringing in await for my dad to answer.

"Hello Michael, you okay?" my dad's voice is somewhat urging and alarmed.

"I'm f-fine dad; s-sorry I didn't t-text b-back I f-f-fell asleep," I say, and I walk over to where our tent was but just pick up my rucksack and sling it on my shoulder only to put it the boot of Ashton's car again.

Luke pushes the door open for me and I smile gratefully at him, while still trying to talk to my face paced, concerned dad.

"Yes, it w-was really fun, w-we'll be h-home in an h-hour or two," I say down my phone, and he hums in a response, and I can tell he's doing the dishwasher because I hear the clank of plates and glasses in the background.