Some Day We Might (Muke)

Chapter Six

Luke and I have somehow fallen back into our normal state of touchiness and banter, now with him leaning his back against my arm, wrapped in the same blanket and both of us huddled over the small iPhone screen watching Men in Black. It's around 10pm, and the storm isn't stopping. It's actually getting worse. 

There aren't many people in our section. We're all alone in this secluded corner of the airport, right next to all the chairs. So when the lights start to flicker, it's a bit creepy.

"Will Smith is a babe." Luke says, causing me to laugh.

"I think out of everyone in the band you have the biggest obsession with him."

"I'd marry him."

I fake a shocked face. "I'm offended. I thought I was your soulmate."

"I'd marry you, Mikey." He looks directly into my eyes and I have to make a joke to conceal my red cheeks.

"Great. The wedding's tomorrow."

"Such a short notice--" He stops talking because the power instantly cuts off, leaving us in a completely dark airport.

I hear Ashton groan. "I can't see shit, guys."

"That's cause you're half blind." Calum says. It really is dark though. Borderline pitch black. At least the lightning helps a little. 

Call us wimps, but we all automatically huddle a little closer to each other. We look like a bunch of giant toddlers wrapped up in our blankets.

"We're all a such a mess." Ashton says quietly with a small laugh. God, it's good to hear him laugh, even just a little.

"Tell me something I don't know." I say.

"I'm sorry." Ashton says, his voice cracking. His head is down, and his golden fringe curls right above is eyes.

"Don't apologise." Luke says. "It's not your fault. Everything is fine. We just want you to get better."

"It is my fault. But thank you. I love you guys a lot."

I can see Calum's smile in the dark. He rubs Ashton's shoulder through that black and yellow batman tee. "We love you too. So don't ever apologise for being broken."

- - - -

Everyone is asleep except for me. Luke's head is rested against my chest, his mouth slightly parted as always, with a light snore. Sometimes he does this cute thing where he rubs his nose and then settles back onto my chest. I don't even realise I'm doing it until a few minutes later when I'm absent-mindedly combing my fingers through his blond quiff. I find it really calming.

I get the stupid urge to do something daring--I place a gentle kiss on his forehead. I feel my body freeze, though, when he moves. I swear, all the blood drained from my face. But it's instantly forced back into my cheeks when he slowly leans his head up and kisses right underneath my chin. I feel his soft lips and the cool metal of his lip ring against my skin. I can't breath--it's like all the air was forced out of my body.

He's asleep. I tell myself. Calm down. It probably didn't mean anything. Don't get carried away.

The problem is: I like the way he looks with his head against my chest. I like how it looks when my arm is wrapped around him because it's just so right. It feels natural. When I'm close to him I don't feel like  shit. He keeps me sane, but drives me crazy. And I fucking love it.

I fucking love him.

- - - -

It's early in the morning--like 6am--when we're woken up with the news that the flight is back on. I quickly text Ms. Irwin before boarding the plane. The I get my bags and toss one of the blankets over my shoulder and go to find my seat on the plane.