Maybe I'm Falling For You

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Michael's POV

"I love you." The words ring in my head and I furrow my eyebrows.

My heart rate accelerates and I gulp at my own nervousness, as Luke steps towards me. I take a step back.

"W-What are you doi-" I cut myself off, when Luke steps even closer. His arms, resting on my lower back, chest pressed against my own, as he rest his forehead against mine. My arms find their way to his forearms, without my permission.

I can feel his warm breath mixing with my own, and I want to move away so badly. Not wanting to be anywhere near this prick, but at the moment I want nothing but to stay like this. I don't want to move an inch.

"What kind of game are you playing Luke?" I narrow my eyes. "Just shut up." He rolls his eyes, colliding his lips with mine. I try to push him off, but for some reason, I'm unable to. He pulls off, but his arms stay. " Michael, don't you feel what I feel? I can't stand not being around you. Don't you love me back?" He says, running his fingers through my hair.

I bite my lip as he leans forward again. "Luke. Stop. You don't know what you're doing," I spat, trying to push him off. I just couldn't find the strength.  "Yes. I do." He presses his lips to mine, rougher than before. He doesn't pull back, then when he does, he looks at me. "Don't you love me back?"

I woke up with a jolt. Ashton was still asleep behind me. I rub my head and attempt to fix my hair. I start to pant and look at Ashton. His breaths were finally normal paced and he laid peacefully. I knelt next to him. "Ash. Wake up," I said quietly, my hand on his hair.

His hand slowly moved on top of mine. He smiled a bit, opening his eyes. "Hey Mikey," He says. "How you feeling?" I ask. He shrugs, putting his hand on his forehead. "What happened?" He asked. "You were just a little panicked. That's all. You're fine now. You're home," I say.

"Michael. I think I need to find my own place. I still love you, but it might be better, f-for he both of us," He says, sitting up. "No, no. Ash, I won't let you leave. I can't stand it when you're gone," I say, holding him. "Its for the best Michael. I love you," He says. He wobbles to his bedroom. "You're serious?" I question. He nods. "But, what about us?"

"Michael. I'm sorry. I love you, I really, really do. But I have to. I think if I isolate myself for a little while, I'll be fine. Bye Mikey," He said. He hugs me tightly then leaves. I spot Luke waiting around he corner. Ashton walks right past him. Luke doesn't care about the fact Ashton just left him. He stares at me.

His eyes locking with mine. I shivered, remembering my dream. But no way that this bastard, who I've hated since grade school, would ever love me. I still wanted to kill him, and he still wanted to kill me.