All I Ever Want Is You.

1. How Did We End Up Here?

1.

The first time it happened, it wasn't originally over Luke, but he was apart of the problem-soon to be the entire problem. Luke had asked out the green eyed boys ex, hurting him worse than the break up with her, adding salt to the wound she said yes.

Albeit he didn't end up caring much about her later on that year but all he felt was pure hatred for the shorter blond boy, overriding the little butterfly's he felt whenever he saw Luke smile or laugh was the hate built from heartbreak filled need to slam his fist into his face.

Of course, Michael didn't do that seeing as though his miniature crush on the boy held him back-but if you asked him it was definitely just self-control and that the boy wasn't worth his time.

But somehow he was found here, at a party he didn't want to go to, seething with anger as he saw Luke talking to his 'girlfriend' on the couch at the other side of the room. Michael watched them with a sour scowl prominent on his face, he stood up quickly after not being able to stand their flirting a moment longer. He angrily stomped up the stairs, unnoticed from how loud the music was and how many people there were.

He entered the surprisingly empty bathroom of whoever's house this was and put his hands on the sink bowl edge, knuckles turning white from how hard he clench his fist. After maybe twenty seconds he calmed down a bit but that was when the boy who started this all came into the bathroom.

Luke smiled at the green eyed boy with an apology at the tip of his tongue until he realised it was Michael he was staring at and about to talk to in the strangest of places, he pulled a blank expression. "Oh it's just you..." he said sounding not all the surprised.

Michael had enough of it, however. He gripped the smaller boy by the collar of his shirt and slammed him up against the wall as he glared at him, one that was soon returned by the blue eyed boy.

"Fuck you Hemmings, god you think you're so cool. Newsflash! You aren't! So how about you just shut up and fuck off?!" Michael seethed, his face inches away from the smaller boys who's eyes held fear but he tried not to show it. "Make me, Clifford'." Luke said determinedly, his voicing cracking slightly at the end.

Michael looked directly into the younger boys eyes, green meeting blue and any fear Luke felt disappeared. Michael calmed down slightly, his grip loosening but Luke still didn't move.
They stayed like that for a few moments before Michael's gaze dipped to Luke's lips for half a second and went right back to his eyes. He felt the familiar feeling in his chest as when Luke smiled or laughed, he leaned forward slightly and tilted his head slowly, but before their lips could even touch there was a knock on the door.

"Hello 's this occupie'?" A slurring voice called out, causing the shorter boy to pull as far back as be could and push the fringe haired boy away slightly, moving him with ease as he stepped back with hurt etched onto his expression.

"N-no you're good! Just...leaving!" Luke said as he opened the door, a blush rising on his cheeks quickly, after fixing his shirt and walked as fast as he could out, but not without leaving with a few words of 'I...I don't like boys, I have a girlfriend.'

Leaving him heartbroken, Michael made sure to rush out of the house in record time, leaving his best friend Calum confused on how he got sick while only consuming one beer.

He knew there wasn't much alcohol in his system or on his breathe to blame on that, so he the next day in school he avoided Luke at all costs and noticed the other boy doing the same and holding his girlfriend a lot closer than before.

-But he also knew Luke hadn't had even one drink, so why did he tilt his head up the slightest as Michael leaned in?

A/N Also posted on AO3, which is about 3 chapters ahead. Writing the fifth and second should be up around this week?
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