Some Day We Might (Muke)

Chapter Fourteen

I feel a soft tickle on my face that makes me subconsciously rub my hand to my face. I slowly open my eyes to see a foggy image of blonde hair. Luke is still sleeping with his face close to mine and his hair is fanned out and touching my cheek. I smile at him and lay there for a while taking everything in--how his mouth is slightly open, his face soft and peaceful, and how one side of his cheek is squished against the mattress. He's mine, at least for now, and that simple fact is insane to me. I'm still having a hard time believing this isn't just some crazy dream.

I love him so much. I can't stop thinking about how much I love him. And it sucks because I'm so out of his league, I'm so fucked up, and he'll never truly love me back, especially if he finds out about my scars and that I'm falling back into a dark place again. I don't think he'll be able to love me when I'm so broken.

He takes is a big breath, and opens his eyes. He stretches and settles back into place, smiling at me with those blue eyes that are like island waters. "Hey." He cups my cheek. "Your face doesn't look that bad."

"Is that your way of flirting?"

"Shut up, you know what I meant. Your eye is pretty bruised, but it's honestly not bad."

I kiss his nose. "That's cause you were kind enough to take care of me."

"I like taking care of you." He says and blushes a bit. Oh my god, that's adorable. Normally I'm the one watching out for him, but I like when it's the other way around too.

I untangle our legs and sit up. "Breakfast?"

He nods quickly. "What, did you hear my stomach growling?" He laughs.

"Yeah, and you were talking in your sleep this morning about waffles."

"Yum. Now I want waffles with a whipped cream smiley face and strawberries." He gets up and takes some clothes out of his duffle bag.

"What are you, five?"

"If it means I get to eat smiley face waffles, then yes."

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(*LUKES POV*)

I like being with Michael so much that it's almost embarrassing--my affection is far beyond strong. I hope he doesn't get annoyed by my touchiness, I honestly can't help it.

I can't even believe I used to hate him--well, I think I hated him because I actually liked him. Younger me would never have wanted to date a guy, or at least I wouldn't have let myself.

One problem I have, though, is how he acts like he's perfectly fine when I'm not too sure he really is. I'd only know the truth if I could read his mind, and even then I might not be able to tell. I know he tires to act tough, either because he's trying to be strong for us all or is afraid of what we might think if he acts "weak". I have yet to see him break down, and I don't know if that's good or bad.

I stop thinking about everything on my mind so I can focus on getting dressed and ready to go down for some breakfast. I just throw on my typical pair of black skinnies and a black Green Day vest.

I send a quick text to Ashton and Calum letting them know to meet us in the breakfast lounge whenever they're ready.

I knock on the bathroom door. "You ready?"

"Yeah, just a second..." I hear him turn the faucet off and then he unlocks the door. He smiles at me, looking at my hair. "Nice hair, Luke."

I lift my hand up to touch my hair. "Shit, I forget to do something with my hair..." I say and quickly walk past him into the bathroom. I start combing my fingers through my hair and look for a brush and hair gel. I feel Michael's arms wrap around me, tugging me away from the mirror.