Behind Closed Doors // Lashton

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

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LUKE POV

**8am, May 10th**

**sex scene warning, be warned**

"Michael, stop being a drama queen and play your guitar. You are being so immature." I say to Michael. Michael is about ready to kill me, again. He suddenly throws his guitar at me, and it hits me in the arm.

"Ow, I said play it not throw it!" I exclaim.

"Yeah well fuck you!" Michael yells at me. Ashton groans from behind his drums. Calum sets his bass down, and walks over to Michael.

According to Calum, Michael did apologize. Which means they may totally happen and that would be so cute. Unfortunately Ashton and I would have to tell Michael about us, it'd only be fair. Calum has switched off Michael's mic, and is talking quietly.

"Luke, can you just leave him alone? He knows what he's doing." Calum says to me.

"Fine, but if he fucks up you better tell him." I say.

"Fine, just stop talking to him." Calum says to me. Calum goes back over to his spot, and picks up his bass. Ugh. I pick up Michael's guitar, and walk it over to him.

"Sorry." I mumble to him. I return to my spot, and glance at Michael from the corner of my eye. He's just staring at me strangely.

"Ashton, what song were we on?" I ask.

"Uh..." Ashton trails off.

"Ugh, seriously? You're the drummer, you need to remember. Was it Hey Everybody or She's Kinda Hot?" I ask.

"It was She's Kinda Hot." Ashton says.

"Ok, lets start that from the top then." I say.

"Did you say sorry to me?" Michael asks me.

"Well I didn't say it to anyone else." I say. Michael seems genuinely so confused.

"I can be decent when I want to." I say.

"No, it's just, you didn't do anything to apologize for. I should be the one apologizing." Michael says.

"Well I was hoping it'd shut you up so we could continue, but if you must, go for it." I say.

"Well, sorry for being a drama queen and shit, and sorry about yesterday. I was still pissed I broke Ashton's arm because I tried to murder you. I overreacted." Michael says.

"Apology accepted, and sorry for pissing you off to the point of wanting to kill me, you really should be used to it by now, but whatever." I say.

"See, we can all get along." Ashton says.

"When his ego doesn't fill the room, you are still the biggest douchbag I've ever met." Michael says to me. Ashton shakes his head.

"That's an accomplishment in my book." I smirk.

"Whatever." Michael says. He inspects his guitar for damage, and then checks to see if it's still in tune. Which, oh my god, it is not. I think all of us wince when he strums it.

"Yikes." He says. I groan, and walk over with my guitar. We sit there for a bit and I help him tune his guitar.

"Maybe don't throw it at me next time." I say when he's finally got it tuned.

"Maybe don't-"

"Michael, no." Calum says. Michael glances at Calum, and you can totally tell he likes him.