Luke sat on the opposite couch from all of the other guys as he listened to Michael casually flirt with Calum.
Luke and Michael have something, but neither of them knew exactly what it was. They always snuck into each other rooms to cuddle, Michael made Luke feel beautiful, and Luke made Michael feel happy.
He thought if it was no big deal to Michael, he could do it too.
So he told Ashton that he looked really good today once the curly headed boy passed him.
"Thanks, Lukey. You look lovely yourself." Ashton told Luke, and ruffled his hair.
Luke glanced at Michael, and saw he was glaring at him. Luke cowered down a little and looked away. He didn't mean to make Michael mad.
"Luke, can I talk to you?" Michael asked, so I nodded. He led me down the hallway until we got to his room. Once the door was shut, he turned to me.
"Why do you keep flirting with Ashton?!" Michael whisper yelled. Luke crossed his arms.
"Because you kept flirting with Calum!" Luke said back.
"He knows I'm kidding, and I thought you would too!" Michael said, and Luke rolled his eyes.
"We're not even together, Michael. I can flirt with whoever I want!" Luke said, and Michael walked up to Luke, and roughly pressed his back against the wall.
"You are mine. Got it?" Michael said, and Luke could see the anger burning through Michael's eyes. "Nobody else can hold you, or touch you, or tell you how good you look because you are mine!" He said, and Luke smiled.
Michael's lips attached onto Luke's neck, trailing down to his collarbone since he was wearing a loose shirt.
"All yours Mikey.." Luke whispered, throwing his head back, pulling on Michael's hair.
