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Chapter 7 - Writing Music

Michael's POV

I continue to knock on Luke's door, and still isn't answering. I only acted that way about us liking eachother because I didn't think Luke liked me.

"Luke please let me in! I can explain!" I yell.

I hear the door unlocks and opens. Luke looks at me. His eyes are very puffy and red, as his hair very messy.

"Luke..." I say.

"Don't worry about me, I'm nothing to you," Luke says.

"That's not true Luke. You mean so much to me! You got me through a rough time with Rose and I thank you so much for that. By the way, I only said we didn't like eachother because I didn't think you felt that way."

"Rea-lly?" Luke says, smiling.

"Yeah," I reply awkwardly.

Luke then pulls me into a hug. I can feel his smile on my shoulder making me smile.

"You're the best Michael," Luke says.

I then pull him into a kiss. It was a very passionate kiss, that I didn't want to end.

We start to move towards the bed, still kissing.

Luke breaks the kiss, looking at me.

"I really needed that from you," Luke tells me.

I smile kissing him again.

As we continue to kiss, I start to kiss down Luke's neck.

I then decide to remove my shirt, as does Luke.

"Michael?" I hear Luke.

I immediately stop and say, "Yes Luke?"

"Can we just cuddle?" Luke asks.

"Of course."

I give him one more kiss, and then we cuddle on top of Luke's bed.

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We sit in Ashton's garage, trying to come with an idea for a song...

"Hey let's all go home, write our own songs, and bring them tomorrow?" Calum suggests.

"Sure why not," I reply.

I then look at the other boys, they nod.

Now... I got to think. What should I write about?

Luke and I drive home, the ride was mostly silent until he said, "So, what are you thinking of writing about?"

"I honestly don't know... what about you?" I ask.

"I don't know to be honest."

We continue to drive in silence.

We get to the house and just go into our rooms, because we need to think of songs to write about.

I grab my notebook and a pen and start to think.

I then think of something to write.

I don't even like you,
Why'd you want to go and make me feel this way?

I then continue to write:

And I don't understand what's happened,
I keep saying things I never say.

This is going to be a great song.

Luke's POV

I sit in my room looking at anything to write about. I can't think of anything... I could write a song about a lamp right now. That's literally the best I can do. Go me! Hope you got that sarcasm...