Muke Clemmings Song-Fics

What Makes You Beautiful

Song: "What Makes You Beautiful" by 1D (One Direction)

Warning: Low self esteem, crushing, obliviousness, kissing, offensive language, and high school

*Michael Clifford's POV

"You're insecure, don't know what for."

'How could you be so insecure, darling?' I once more wondered the question that was constantly plaguing my head like a never-ending disease, my green eyes trained on to the most angelic angel of them all. 'You're beautiful with your bright blue eyes that could melt any soul within a minute, smart, sexy as hell, and just perfect...so how could you think of yourself as ugly?'

"You're turning heads when you walk through the do-oo-or."

'You may not realize it,' A small grin tugged at my pink lips as Luke entered the high school building, all heads instantly turning towards him with envy and lust shining from their eyes as they skimmed over his beautiful form. 'But everyone-and I mean everyone- thinks you're sexy as hell, and they definitely want to get in this tight skinny jeans. Those very tight, butt fitting, sexy-'

A yelp escapes its prison as my hands instantly flying up to rub my purple dyed hair, green eyes glaring at my best friend, Calum.

"What was that for?" I whined, my bottom lip shooting out as I pouted at my arm-crossing, eye narrowing, one eyebrow raising friend.

"Because you were once more staring at Luke as if he were a nice, big, juicy stake and you were a starving man! Like you always do," Calum responded while rolling his dark brown eyes as if the answer was something a first grader could have figured out...oh wait, it was.

A sigh leaves my lips as I helplessly shrug.

"Well what am I supposed to do, Calum?" I scoffed as I turned towards my metal locker and put in the combination. "Shove him against these lockers and do every dirty deed I've ever fantasized about?"

"T.M.I!" Calum screeched, quickly putting his hands over his ears and glaring ice cold daggers at me (huh, no wonder I suddenly felt cold even though the bright yellow sun was shining down on me).

A snort leaves my nose as I softly snicker, shaking my head as I rolled my green eyes at my friend's tactics.

"Oh please, I didn't even begin to describe them," I pointed out, a small smirk tugging at my lips as Calum shuddered and quickly turned to his locker.

"I don't need you to describe them, Michael," Calum responded, his face contorting as if he had eaten a sour lemon, brown eyes connecting with mine. "I know you, and that's enough to get the very much unwanted images flooding my brain."

Laughter bubbles out of my mouth like rain pouring from the sky: free and loud.

"Touche," Was my only response before I instantly quieted and watched Luke pass by, head lowered and teeth tugging at those pink, luscious, soft-"Ouch!"

Tan hands instantly grip my rib cage which had been harshly jabbed.

"Why did I-?" I turn to Calum but instantly shut up at the knowing stare he gave me (and it may have had to do with the crossed arms). "Never mind."

"Michael," Calum sighs and shakes his head before continuing. "Why don't you just ask Luke out? I mean my god, I'm friends with the boy! I'm sure he'll say yes with some persuasion from both sides."

"I can't, Calum!" I groan as I turn around and let my head bang against the metal, green eyes gazing up at the ceiling littered with long lights.