Some Day We Might (Muke)

Chapter Twelve

"Michael!" I hear a panicked voice from outside the bathroom door. My heart starts racing and my head instantly goes to the worst possible thought. Oh fuck. No, please no.

"Luke?" I ask, quickly wrapping a towel around myself and opening the door. "Luke, what's wrong?!"

"There are fans outside the hotel!" He widens his eyes. "What are we supposed to tell them? They don't know what we've been doing the past week. All they know is that we were visiting family."

I sigh and give Luke a small, but angry, shove. "You fucking scared me." I say. "I thought--I thought something worse happened."

"Oh." He says quietly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

I shake my head. "No it's fine. I'm just glad everything is okay."

"I wouldn't exactly call it okay. What are we supposed to tell them? We're obviously not visiting family."

He's right. We want to be honest with our fans, but I don't know if we can. We have to do it when we're ready. I just hate lying to them.

"Luke, we're gonna have to come up with something else."

"But, Michael--"

"I know, I hate lying to them too. We'll tell them eventually, I promise." He nods. I rub his arm and smile. "Now let me get changed."

He smiles and moves closer. "You're cute when you're hair is wet." He says and kisses me.

I smile into the kiss but pull away. "Gotta get clothes on." I go back into the bathroom and close the door.

I'm terrified of Luke ever seeing the scars on my thighs. I always make sure to wear pretty long boxers, but I still have to be careful. Luckily, I don't think Luke is exactly ready for anything...below the belt.

I finally get dressed and come out to see Luke laying on his stomach on the bed. I smile at him and sit down at his side. I trace my fingers along his back and he does that cute thing where he moves his shoulders indicating that he likes it.

I love him way too much. It literally gives me chest pains. My whole body warms up, and my chest squeezes tight, and I get flutters in my stomach. I swear, this boy will be the end of me.

"Mikey." he mumbles into the mattress.

"Yeah?"

"When should we tell Calum and Ashton?"

I forgot that they didn't know. And we have to tell them at some point. They'll find out either way. "Whenever you feel ready." I decide. 

"Maybe at the end of the trip we could." He suggests, but contemplates it again. "Or not...I just don't want to make big deal with everything going on. I feel like they might be pretty shocked."

"Really? I don't." Then I tilt my head. "Well, maybe about you liking me--a guy." I shrug. "Luke, we wouldn't even ever have to tell them if you didn't want to."

"No, I want to...just not now. Is that okay?"

"Of course it is." I say. "I'm not even ready yet, to be honest."

"What-what are we?" he blurts out. "I mean...it still feels like we're best friends. And we are...just..."

"We are just best friends. At least that's how I see it. Best friends who love each other in a different way than other best friends do." I say. "We don't have to label it."

He smiles at me. "Oh thank god because that's exactly how I was thinking of it."

"I'm glad we're on the same page." I smile. But are we really? I've never felt like this about someone, and I know I'm not normally so great at showing my feelings, but I really like Luke. I keep thinking I might even love him--no, I'm pretty sure I do.