Maybe I'm Falling For You

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Calum's POV

"Yeah, you saved a drum and banged a drummer," He teased. I smiled, which turned into laughter. He tickled at my sides. "Ash stop!" I laugh. Ashton places his hand on my chest and presses a kiss to my forehead. "So, you play drums?" I ask, biting my lip.

"Yeah, why?" He asked. "Nothing," I say. He tried to tickle me again. "Tell me," He demanded. "I play guitar, but I'm into drummers," I wink. He laughs and stop tickling me. "What?" I asked. "You're such a dork," He smiles. I kiss his cheek. "I love you," He says.

"I love you more," I start. We go back and forth for about five minutes. Ashton started tickling me again. I pushed his hands off of me and held them off for a while. After a bit, he took over again. I glared at his face when he stopped.

I couldn't help but notice all his features. His curly hair. His wide smile. His boney structure. His perfect muscle placement. His... everything.

Everything about him was so perfect, how could I not stare. I kept thinking about our weird conversations and our awesome kisses. I just loved everything about him.

"What are you thinking about Hood?" Ashton asks. "Who said I was thinking?" I reply, mentally facepalming for my choice of words. "So you don't think?" He giggled. "I never said that," I smiled. He wrapped his arms around me. "Tell me what you were thinking about," He ordered.

"Or what?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. He starts tickling me again and I try to fight him off. "Tell me what you were looking at?" He giggled. "Oh, and I'd answer very carefully," He adds. "Your hair," I say He stops. "My what?" "Your hair. Its quite a mess," I chuckle. He rolls his eyes.

"Sometimes I wonder what I see in you," He laughs, pressing his lips to mine. I smile and play with his curls as his hands snake around my neck. He pulls back. "I love you Calum." I give him a quick peck on the lips. "I love you too babe."

Luke's POV

"Michael, what are you doing?" I ask. He was currently trying to tackle me. I laugh eveytime he failed. He shushed me and tried to push me over. I moved out of the way and he stumbled forward.

"Ow," He murmured. "Loser," I chuckled. He ran towards me and pushed me down on the couch. "Really? I'm the loser?" He chuckles. I nod and kiss his cheek. "You're a lovely loser," I wink. He towers over me.

"I love you Lukey," He smiled, kissing my forehead. "Love you too loser," I smirk. He laughs. "Mike. Go put in a movie and well cuddle," I say. "Will you actually pay attention?" He asked.

"Umm. It depends, that's an answer, right?" I say. He rolls his eyes but puts a movie in anyway. "Michael, we've seen this like 20 times," I whined when I recognized the intro. "Do you want to go buy a movie?" He asked.

"I'm quite comfortable," I smirk. He scoffs. "Then just watch the movie." He leaned against me, and I wrapped my arm around him. Every time I drifted from the screen to him, he grabbed my chin and turned my head to face the telly. I laughed at this. "You're so cute," I admitted, kissing the side of his head.

He rolled his eyes. "If you wanted to cuddle, you could've just said so," He said. "I didn't want to have an awkwardly silent cuddle," I say. Michael kissed me and laced our fingers. "Love you, loser."