The Nervous & The Cocky

"INFATUATION"

Ashton's pov

"So..." Halsey began, as she laid next to me on my bed, "how is the 'Luke infatuation' going for you?".

I sighed, I knew that from the moment I told her about my love for a certain blond string bean she would never let this go.

"It's not 'infatuation', I love him and you know that-" I snapped.

"Hey hey, Ash I'm joking, calm your tattas Jesus" She laughed rolling her eyes and slapping my back.

"Then why do you constantly take the piss?" I sighed, getting slightly annoyed at the fact nobody believed me, even though she's the only person I've actually told.

I watched her as stood up from our lazy position and brushed herself of after shrugging on her coat laughing.

"Listen i gotta go, I'll text you later okay?" she smiled sympathetically as she waited for my say so to leave.

"k" I replied quietly, my mind still rushing through thought of the boy i loved so much and how he would never reciprocate my feelings.

I heard my bedroom door close quietly as she left, i turned onto my back, pressing the pillow into my face and screaming in frustration. My frustrated screams were cut off by the slamming of a door, that seemed to come from Michaels bedroom, i removed the pillow, waiting for any other noises to sound. And as if on cue I heard a crashing sound, that sent my feet to the floor as i jumped up, rushing out of my room to Michaels.

"What the fuck?" I questioned seeing a smashed picture frame on Michaels floor as he sat on his bed, almost steaming from his ears.

"Why the fuck do i try? Tell me why the fuck I bother?"Michael almost screamed at me, his emotions seemed to be everywhere at the moment but the most dominant emotions visible were anger and sadness, shown by the slight clouded over eyes, tear stained cheeks and hooded eyes.

"What happened?" i asked, my tone softening as I realised that screaming at him wouldn't help, it would just anger him more. There was a long, silent period of time in which none of us spoke, as if Michael was contemplating his answer.

"Nothing" he mumbled, he was definitely hiding something, he stormed out of his room towards the top floor bathroom, pushing past a dishevelled Calum as he did so, Calum looked me in he eyes and hung his head low, entering his own room and leaving me stood on the dark wooden floorboards which glass surrounding my feet.

A/N: Lads, drama queen Michael has entered the fucking building, and Calums a fuqboi, enjoy this shit.