Fixing Our Problems || m.c. au

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“Well, maybe if we –” Liane starts.

“Li, I appreciate it that you’re trying to help, but there’s no point,” Luke smiles lightly, running his hand through her hair a few times. They were both sat on his bed at his dorm where they had been for over an hour.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop trying,” she sighs into his chest.

“Don’t get mad at me,” he whines.

“I’m not mad at you,” she giggles. Luke grins and opens his mouth to say something, but someone knocks on the door, interrupting him. He groans before pulling away from her and making his way to the door. Liane follows him, but stops a few feet behind him.

“Where the fuck is my girlfriend?” Michael snaps, pushing Luke out of the way. As soon as he spots Liane, he grabs her wrist and tugs her to into his chest.

“Michael, what are you doing here?” She questions, fighting his hold.

“I went to your dorm to see if you wanted to come to my flat, but Ashlyn said you were here.” He tries to tug her out of the room, but she yanks her wrist from his grasp.

“You don’t need to force me out of here, I’ll go,” she mumbles. “Bye Luke, I’ll call you later,” she smiles apologetically before following Michael out of the room.

“Why were you alone in a dorm with him?” He asks quietly as they make their way out of the building.

“We weren’t doing anything. I told you that we’ve been hanging out,” she sighs, sliding into the passenger seat of his car after he opened the door for her. He closes the door and makes his way to the other side.

“Still, he’s Luke, and I don’t trust him,” he huffs. “You’re not mad at me for that right?” He asks, glancing at her quickly and resting his hand on her thigh. She felt like she should be upset with him for that, but she understood why he acted that way.

“No,” she shrugs, “I just feel bad for Luke.”

“He brought this on himself by sleeping with Elena,” he sighs, glaring at the road ahead.

“What if he hadn’t slept with Elena?” She instantly regrets asking that question and she squeezes her eyes shut, suppressing a groan. Michael doesn’t answer, he just takes her hand off of her thigh and continues to drive silently. “Sorry,” she whispers, leaning against the door. No one says anything until they get to Michael’s flat. He quickly pushes open his door and rushes towards the door to the flat, Liane sheepishly following him.

“What happened with you two?” Calum asks when they both sit on the couch silently.

“She was with Luke. Alone in his dorm,” Michael mumbles.

“I thought you weren’t upset about that,” she sighs, crossing her arms.

“What were you doing with Luke?” Calum asks.

“We were sitting around in his dorm talking, honest,” she holds her hands up defensively before huffing out a breath and heading for the kitchen. She’s pouring a glass of Coke when Michael walks in with a guilty look on his face.

“Look, baby, I’m not upset that you were with Luke,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to ask that question,” she whispers, “’M sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. I just got scared because what if Luke hadn’t slept with Elena? You wouldn’t have come here, I wouldn’t have ever started talking to you. I’d probably still be with that bitch, and you might’ve found some other bloke to be with. I don’t know I guess I just –”

“I love you,” Liane murmurs, taking a sip of her coke and turning around to face him.

“What?” He laughs quietly.

“You seemed like you needed to be reminded,” she shrugs. He smiles down at her before leaning down and pressing their lips together.

“How did I get lucky enough to get you?” He wonders after pulling away and resting his forehead against hers.

“I don’t know, lucky you,” she teases, pecking his lips lightly once again. He rolls his eyes and kisses her once again, placing his hands on the back of her thighs.

“Jump,” he orders against her lips. She does so and Michael leads her to his room, flipping Calum off when he made a disgusted noise. He lays her down on his bed, continuing to move his lips against hers and swiping his tongue against her bottom lip asking for entrance. She gladly accepts and he massages his tongue against hers.

“Mikey,” she pants when he moves toward her neck, sucking lightly.

“Yeah?” He murmurs against her neck.

“I – I’m ready.” Michael immediately removes his lips from her neck, staring at her intently.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m sure,” she nods, leaning up to gently peck his lightly.

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just thought i’d end it there bc why not

next chap is smut everyone's fave xx