Maybe I'm Falling For You

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Michael's POV

Today wasn't like the others. Luke wouldn't leave my side, and was constantly telling me cheesy pick up lines. Not that I was complaining or anything. It was sweet, but I was confused as to why he was acting like this.

We're watching another rental and Luke's not paying attention. "Watch the movie," I whine. He chuckles and leans over, his lips brushing my earlobe. "It's hard to pay attention when you're so goddamn stunning," He whispers, kissing at my neck. I close my eyes, mostly so he can't see me rolling them. I was not stunning. I was anything but it.

"Kiss me," He demands in a sweet tone. I ignore him, watching the movie instead. It's only a matter of seconds, before Luke's on my lap, blocking the the telly. I huff in annoyance and spin him around, pressing my lips onto his, delicately. He begins to smile as I pull away.

"I love you Mikey," Luke mumbles, as he intertwines our hands. I smile, rolling my eyes as he pressing endless amounts of kisses on my cheeks and neck, and forehead. Thankful, that I was his. I never want to lose him.

"Why did I ever hate you?" I ask, seriously curious. I don't believe I even had a valid reason. I just couldn't stand him, and now here I was, cringing at thought of losing him. Whereas years ago, I wanted nothing to do with him.

"I don't know love, but I had no valid reason to hate you. I love you so much Mikey, never forget that. Now, can we drop the subject? I think I deserve a cuddle session with my lovely boyfriend," Luke bites his lip, shyly. "Yeah?" He added. I sigh with a chuckle.

I lie down beside him, and snuggle my head into his chest. His arm wraps around my lower back, and his other is snaked around the back of my neck. He runs his fingers through my hair. I melt into his touch, and look up at him. He has the goofiest Cheshire cat grin on, and it's absolutely adorable. I lean my head up, and peck his lips.

"I love you," He whispers. I peck his lips again. "I love you too," I wink. He lowers his other hand so it meets the other around my waist. I curl up inside his embrace. My arms slip around his neck. He pecks my forehead and closes his eyes. I tickled the back of his neck and he burst our laughing.

"Don't sleep on me Hemmings," I say, threatening him jokingly. "What if I want to?" He chuckles, snuggling himself into a comfortable position. I tried to adjust myself to make him uncomfortable, but it didn't work. "C'mon Mikey. Sleep with me," He said, closing his eyes. I pushed off of him and fell off the couch.

"Yay! Space," Luke laughed. "Idiot," I joke. He smiles and stands, helping me up. He held my hands and rested his head on my shoulder. I walked to the kitchen with him mimicking my steps, staying very close to me. "Luke what are you doing?" I chuckle. He shrugged.

He twirled me around and I tripped on his shoe. Very romantic, right. I grasped at his sleeves to keep from face planting, making him laugh harder than he already was. "You're so cute when you're clumsy," He winked. I chuckled. "Lukey," I whine, looking away to hide my blush. He laughs. He presses me against a wall gently.

I start to laugh as he tries to pull off a cool guy smirk. "Aye, are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile," He smiled goofily. I laugh at his cheesy line and peck his lips. "Sometimes I wonder what goes on inside the head of yours Hemmings," I smile.

He wraps his arms around my waist and presses his lips to mine for a nice long kiss. I put my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. He starts to chuckle at me. "What?" I ask. "Nothing," He laughs. "Tell me!" I demand jokingly. "You just make me happy," He says. I blush and look away.

"Don't you have a job Luke?" I ask, unable to ask him to stop. "A-Actually, I got fired because I was gone without an excuse for too many days," He admits, scratching the back of his neck. I couldn't help but laugh. "You know what I was doing those too many days?" He asked. I arched an eyebrow. "I've been hanging around you this whole time " He smirks.

"Who's fault is that?" He raises his eyebrows. "Who do you think?" He laughed. He found my tickle spot again. "Don't you dare Lucas," I warn. But, its Luke, so it didn't do me any good to warn him. Luke chased me around my flat. "Luke stop!" I shout, still running. "Never!!" He yelled.

Finally, he caught me and pucked me up over his shoulder. "Luke!! Don't, please," I laugh. He drops me on my bed and towers over me. "I don't think so Mikey," He smirks, kissing me. I start to brush his face with my hand, but then he starts to tickle me. I laugh louder then I should've, but we didn't care.

Luke laughed at me as I begged him to stop. After a while, and me almost wetting myself, he did. He laid next to me, wrapping his arms around me. "I love you," He says, kissing the back of my head. I turn to face him, cuddling in his embrace. "I love you more, idiot."