|You Know You Love Me|✔️

«Chapter 1»

Calum
"Thank you Dallas!" Ashton yelled as we all ran off the stage, smiling and sweating.

"That was amazing!" Luke squealed, still hyped from the adrenaline, along with the rest of us.

"Yea! They were so-" I started but was cut off by Ashton.

"Luke! Slow down. Wait for us." I sighed.

"Sorry Cal what were you saying?" Ashton asked and I gave him a small smile, shrugging.

"It doesn't matter."

I walked down the hall to the dressing room. I quickly grabbed my clothes that weren't drenched in sweat and started to change into them.

I really loved the boys, but most of the time it felt like all they cared about was Luke. And I understand where they're coming from. I was just like them in the beginning, when we got back from that...incident. I wanted to make sure Luke was okay, that he was never hurt again.

But then I noticed how annoyed he got. How he would run away just to get a single second away from us.

So I left it, I backed off slightly. Then I backed off more when I saw he needed it. We were smothering him and I was the only one that saw it.

Luke seemed grateful for that, and when ever I tried to talk to Ashton and Michael about it, they would interrupt me, always being something to do with Luke.

'Is Luke okay?'

'Where did Luke go?'

'Luke stop! That's sharp! You could get hurt.'

He wasn't 2, he was almost 18.

I stopped almost completely after that, yea I still made sure he was okay, I just wasn't breathing down his neck like the other two.

I realized that we shouldn't bubble wrap Luke, because yeah, even if we did try our hardest to protect him, he would still get hurt in someway, shape, or form. And if he didn't, then he wasn't experiencing life to its full potential like he should at his age.

But now they just don't have time for me.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the door opening. I finished pulling the shirt over my head and the minute I heard Michael starting to lecture Luke about what he was doing wrong this time, I left the room before I started lecturing him on what he and Ashton were doing wrong.

I walked to the bus, I'm sure they didn't even notice that I left but I didn't really care at the moment, I didn't want a lecture either.

When I got to the bus I just curled up in a little ball in my bunk. I went on Twitter and scrolled through my feed. I absently rubbed the concealer off my wrist, where it was hiding my soulmate marks- due to management saying, and I quote. 'We don't want the fans thinking your gay! Most of your fans are girls so we need to let them think you're available so we can get more sales.'

I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time when they had told us that. Laugh because, are you serious? To not think I was gay? I was 100% not straight and I was definitely not going to leave the boys. I didn't want to be available. But hiding that the boys were mine? That hurt.

"Okay! I can take a piss on my own!" I heard Luke yell as he stomped onto the bus. I peeked through my curtain and saw Ashton and Michael following Luke around like lost puppies.

"Ashy? Mikey?" I asked and they turned to me.

"Yea?"

I peeked a glance at Luke who gave me a grateful look before sneaking off to the bathroom.