Wake Up Call || 5SOS a.u.

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Charlotte was coming closer to us and all I could think about was how nervous she made me and the reason I came here in the first place, to talk to her. I can't do it in front of Susana, I have to think of some way of-

"Hi, guys!" Charlotte interrupted my thoughts. "I didn't want to interrupt or anything, but I had to say hi."

"Hi, Charlotte. Great to see you again!" Susana smiled.

"Hey!" I felt more and more nervous but this is the only solution. "Do you mind if I speak to you for a second?"

"No, not at all." Charlotte answered and I turned to Susana.

"Go ahead, I'll be just where you left me." Susana laughed.

Me and Charlotte went outside and I saw her looking at me, even with her looking at me I had sweaty hands. 

"I wanted to tell you something." I started.

"I know what you are going to say."

"You do?" I was perplex by what she had just said.

"Yeah, Susana is a great girl and I see you've made up, so I say, go for it!"

"Wait, what?"

Susana? Go for it?

"You were going to tell me you liked Susana, right?"

I was going to tell you, I like you!

"Not really, to be honest, but I like her, I just don't like like her."

"So what did you want to say?" Charlotte shrugged.

"It's not that important, forget about it."

I wanted to tell you I like you and Ashton isn't the right guy for you.

"Please, I know you are hiding something from me." She pouted and made 'puppy eyes'.

"Fine, if you really want to know. That night that we both don't seem to remember has got me thinking. Why does Carl say we looked like lovers? Why did we get a matching tattoo if we had just met? Why do I get jealous when I see you with Ashton? Why couldn't we be sober the night we first met? Well, we probably wouldn't have even talked in the first place, but you get my point. But what I am trying to say is that I like you, like like you. Not Susana, just you. And it hurts in my chest knowing that I'll never have you because you obviously don't like me more than a friend."

My heart was beating at an incredibly fast rate but something made it stop, a pair of lips crashing into mine. Charlotte's lips crashing into mine. Am I dreaming?

"I can't do this." She pulled away. "I like you Michael, but I have Ashton. Ashton the guy who was there for me since I was five. But, unfortunately, Ashton the guy who doesn't make me feel like you do." She left. Charlotte has made me so confused, but I did get the part where she told me she liked me.

I just felt like running around screaming "she likes me!" but I can't. I can't because she's with Ashton, because she won't leave him, she would never leave the undiscovered America's next top model to be with me. He deserves her, he does and the selfishness inside me hates me for saying this but he was always there for her, when I was being a jerk, he was there, when I wasn't even in her life, he was there, when she smiled or when she cried, he was there and I could never feel more jealous of anybody else but him, because he was the perfect guy for her and here I am, ruining what could be a perfect love story, I could never do that to them.

Charlotte

What had just happened?! I can't believe this. I love Ashton. I love Ashton. I love Ashton. I love Michael. God dammit!

There are mixed emotions filling my thoughts and I just can't make up my mind. But I need to be with Ashton, he is a great guy and he's been my best friend all my life and I'm supposed to be with him, it's only right. But why do I get butterflies when I kiss Michael? Why do I feel like we have this connection? I can't explain it but it's wrong, because I love Ashton. Don't I? Well, of course I love Ashton he's my best friend but I'm not sure if he's my soul mate.

"Hi, Chuck!" Noémi said, as she was entering the house. My thoughts had lead me from the mall to our house and I hadn't even noticed it.

"Hi." I smiled.

"Did you get me anything?" She winked, pointing at the three bags next to me, on the floor.

"As a matter of fact, I did." I took a black dress from the forever 21 bag and gave it to her.

"Oh my god! I love it!" She squealed.

"I knew you'd like it. Maybe you can wear it when you go on a date with Luke. How are things between you two?"

"We couldn't be better, you probably saw it coming because I am barely even here anymore, and I would like to apologize for it, Chuck, you're my best friend and I am doing a sucky job at being yours." Noémi was sad and I didn't want her to be, there was no need for her to be sad because of me. Luke makes her happy, she is better with him than with me.

"It's no problem, really. Besides, I've been occupied anyway."

"Oh right, how are things between you and Irwin?"

"Great I guess, it's just..." I hesitated.

"Just what?"

"I kissed someone today and realized Ashton doesn't make me feel that way. But I can't leave Ashton, it just isn't fair to him."

"Chuck, I have to tell you to follow your heart. You can't force a thing that's not meant to be."

"I know, but Ashton means so much to me, I can't just crush his heart and pretend it's okay."

"I understand. Who did you kiss, anyway?"

"Michael."

"Michael, the guy you couldn't stand?"

"Michael, the guy I got a matching tattoo with because we fell in love in two hours."

"I still find that whole night odd."

"You're not the only one."

i'm so sorry for taking so long to write this chapter :c but i was more focused on my calum fanfiction, mechanic, because i had a huge writers block in this story. but anyway, check mechanic and i know you won't regret it ;) NOW I WANNA HAVE A BIG A$$ PARTY WITH Y'ALL BECAUSE I HAVE 1,1K READS AND 100+ LIKES?! SO Y'ALL ARE INVITED TO MY HOUSE FOR PIZZA AND FANGIRLING OVER 5SOS, OKAY? I LUB CHUUUUUUUUU XX