Gotta Get Out

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~ these gifs will be the death of me I swear, I swear... (NSN reference y'all) ~

The third day here is being kind of funny, to be honest.

Yesterday when we got out of Luke's, Michael actually took me to the drugstore. Wich was pretty nice.

He even paid for the painkillers.

But, of course, after coming back home, and realizing that what Luke put in my pocket was his number, Mike said that I shouldn't get along with Luke.

I asked why, and he said that Luke was too "childish".

Well, I guess what he would think if he got to know himself.

Then, he went back to his room, and I thought that he was going to sleep.

Silly me.

I mean, who would sleep at 9pm, anyways?

When it was 2am, he came to my room and asked if I was "Sleepy" already.

I'm used to sleep at 4am.

Of course I wasn't.

So, he took me downstairs and we watched movies.

I ended up sleeping before him, but I'm pretty sure that I slept on the other side of the couch. I know that I did.

Today, when I woke up on his chest, and he was running his hands through my hair, I knew that I didn't sleep like this.

When he blushed trying to explain, I knew it was him.

But I knew that he would feel bad, so I just got along with it.

After some minutes, and even after all of that, I'm still laying on his chest, and his hands are still on my hair.

I don't really know why, or how, but it feels good. I'm never going to admit it, but, somehow, it feels like home. I mean, not this house.

Not this city, not here, but him.

He feels like home.

And it's funny.

It's funny how he means so much to me after such a small period of time.

- are you hungry?

He asks, with a very cute, husky voice, making my heart melt.

- yes, actually.

- do you want some breakfast?

He asks, holding me a little tight for a moment.

- we would have to get up, wouldn't we?

- I think so. I mean, Michelle won't make me breakfast since that one time last year when Calum "accidentaly" put salt all over the chocolate cake she just made.

- you guys act like little kids.

I laugh, turning to him.

- oh, come on, it's been just... Just some years since we're teenagers.

Last night we were talking about birthdays and everything, and he is my age. Well, just until November, because then he will be older.

- It's been almost five years, Michael. Five years since you turned thirteen.

I was born on January 26th, so, that makes me an Aquarius. His star sign is Scorpio, and, honestly, we shouldn't get along. I think. I mean, that's all I see on Tumblr.

He sighs and gets up, leaving me cold and alone on the couch. Right now he's acting like an old man.

I mean, he's not too older.