princess ♡ l.h + c.h

the beach

remember how i said last chapter that this book was halfway over? well i lied apparently i just can't count. 

sorry this is so short by the way school is so stressful i take that shit was too seriously im so extra. 

 ♡ 

luke, ashton, calum, and michael were all sat around their usual lunch table. luke was sat on calums lap, with his older boyfriends hands clasped around his waist in a protective manner. they received various 'awe's and squeals from teenage girls, accompanied with a look of adoration for the two. mostly because any of the jocks were too afraid to give calum shit, as he would beat the shit out of any of them for even one homophobic comment. 

ashton was sat on the other side of the table, next to a very grumpy-looking michael. calum and luke had disregarded the conversation approximately 10 minutes ago, in favor of making out furiously.

michael had a perfect view of them, and was angry, and wasn't exactly sure why. he thought hated luke, for a reason he wasn't sure of, but soon began to realize it wasn't luke he hated. he couldn't resist the small blonde in his pastel skirts and crop tops with his stupid soft skin and big oe eyes. michael totally didn't think he was pretty.

absolutely not.

he stared at luke, watching the younger boys soft pink lips move against calums and not being able to help but think

that should be me

but he quickly shook the thoughts from his head, reminding himself that he wasn't gay and he liked boobs. or so he thought. his sexuality had been up in the air for a while, and his parents breathing down his neck about school really didn't help with the stress.

the bell suddenly rang, signaling the end of lunch and michael's thoughts. he looked up, catching sight of the two boys pulling apart, a staring up spit connecting their two lips. michael gagged, getting up and speed walking to his next class, trying to get the image out of his head.

♡

michael walked through the door of his house, his mom greeting him from the kitchen and his dad yelling room. he replied a quiet 'hi' back, hoping to fly under the radar and go straight to his room, unnoticed, but his mom caught up with him quickly.

"mikey!" she shouted, grabbing the red heads attention "do you have homework?"

"finished it at school" michael groaned, jogging up the stairs, wanting to be alone

he sighed, throwing his books on his bed and flopping down after them, becoming more and more irate about everything. he angrily pushed himself from his bed, looking into his drawer for his weed and beer. once he had placed them safely inside his bag, he hopped out of the window and into the small garden his family owned.

michael later came stumbling into the house, being as quiet as one could possibly be while drunk and high at once. he successfully made it to his room and passed out cold for the night.   

   ♡ 

 this was so short im sorry

xoxo jules