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*luke pov*

touring is rough. we all know that.

so it's times like this when we know that michael has actually gone mad.

"I GOT A TUMBLR GUYS!"

I just shook my head. It was an absolutely ridiculous idea.

we all usually tried to keep away from things like that. we love our fans but they can be crazy sometimes.

so instead of reminding him, I just played along.

"oh really michael? what's your user?"

he smiles and I know he must be proud of what he came up with inside that pretty little headed his.

wait, no.

not pretty. his head I meant his head.

"I would tell you but it's a secret sorry mate."

that little shit.

I stuck my bottom lip out at that because honestly no one can resist me when I do this.

"awe lukey thinks I'm gonna fall for his little puppy face, how cute! not this time buddy. I'm keeping this secret to myself."

"but mikey it doesn't even matter I don't have one; none of us do. even if I did I wouldn't follow you anyways."

I mumbled out the last part, hoping he would hear.

I'm not so lucky.

I heard him gasp and boy did he sound offended. fabulous.

"oi! don't be so rude! now I'm definitely not telling you."

cal and ash had been pretty quiet for a while but even I know they had to speak up in this sometime.

so of course, ash did.

he sighs, "look just drop it, we have a show in 30 minutes and I don't need you two acting up on stage. it's bad enough half the planet already thinks you eat each others asses on the weekends and the last thing we need is some drama about them thinking you're in some kind of lovers quarrel, got it?"

and that ladies and gentleman was ashton irwin in full on dad mode.

I laughed at my own joke inside my head but that was mistake.

queue an overly protective calum hood.

"you think that's funny luke? grow up for once, yeah?"

I went wide-eyed at him before turning quickly on my heel, heading straight for the solitude of my own hotel room for once.

michael just watched even though it's his fault I'm angry. but what's knew?

ashton called after me, "hey you got ten minutes motherfucker before we need to leave! I will not be late!"

I reached the door before I turned around, smirking at them all, "yes daddy."

and with that I was out the door and across the hall to my room.

I locked the door and took my pants off.

hey, might as well be comfy for the next ten minutes or whatever.

my laptop was still out so I logged in and went straight to google chrome, typing in my desired web address.

it was still logged into my account and the first thing I saw was my dashboard filled with pics from last nights show and fresh fanfic to read.

I glanced at the familiar dark blue lowercase "t" logo and giggled to myself.

it's really a mystery how none of them thought I was lying and none of them were on to me.

oh but I'm on to michael. boy am I on to that sexy redhead.

did I say sexy? I meant redhead.

I'm still angry at him for not telling me but in all honesty they are all fools for thinking I would just let it go that easy.

I have a plan and it's gold.

I never revealed my secret tumblr account to anyone so it's nice to talk to the fans and browse about without it being on every news channel possible.

I might be a public icon but I do value my privacy and something tells me the public wouldn't react so well to my obsession with the gay porn blogs I follow.

it's hard to be gay when no one knows.

not even the guys know but that's how I like it.

I quickly got bored of scrolling through my feed and decided to start my plan a little bit.

I cleared my blog of anything that might give me away because after all, michael knows me better than anyone else.

I read over my user again to just make sure it's not obvious because I would hate to change it.

litprincelulu

what? I can't help that I'm lowkey a fabulous bitch.

actually scratch that, I'm highkey a fabulous bitch and everyone knows you don't mess with luke hem hem.

poor michael is gonna find that out the hard way.

you would think he would know by now but I guess not.

my thoughts were cut short by my phone going off beside me.

it was ashton and it was time to go.

so I shut my laptop and begrudgingly put my pants back on, purposefully leaving my phone on the counter next to the coffee maker.

I strolled into where all the boys were meant to be waiting but only found michael and locked eyes with him, waiting a second before frantically flinging my arms in the air.

I've always had a flare for dramatics.

"fuck I left my phone on my bed, do you think you could grab it for me."

and because it's rare that this band tells me no, michael nodded his head and made his way out and shut the door.

just like I planned, he left his phone on the table.

perfect. my phone is not on my bed so that should keep him occupied for a second I suppose.

I'm so glad I know his password and he never changed it.

it opened and I swiped to the side and clicked on the little blue app.

I'm such a shady little bitch.

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I'm always a slut for muke :)
-macdaddy