Muke One Shots

F Is For More Than Friends

LUKE

We had been tour for a few months now and to say it was amazing was an understatement. We met millions of fans and we even got to hang out with 1D for a few days in Memphis before we headed of to Miami.

Right now we were in Atlanta, Georgia and all the boys were down at the hotel pool, except for me. I never liked chlorine, so I just decided to chill and watch reruns of The Walking Dead.

Even though I had normal people problems, my hatred for the governer made all of that go away, seeing as all I wanted to do was watch him die.

Although one problem never goes away, and thats this 'relationship' problem. Not that I'm in a relationship with this particular person, just that I've been having weird feelings for them. Ever since a week ago, I've been questioning if he liked me too.

1 week earlier

I was sitting on my laptop, scrolling through Twitter notifications when I saw one that caught my eye.

Lizzyu commented on your picture:

(the picture was of Luke and Michael goofing off)

I can see it in your eyes, Mike. You love Lukey pooh! lol x

My eyes widened, do fans actually think Mike likes me? They have it all wrong! I like him.

What if people think he does like me. He'll get hate and I'll be to blame. Maybe I'm just overthinking it.

I slam my laptop closed just as there is a knock on my door.

"Come in," I murmur, hoping it's Calum telling me that they ordered pizza, but it wasn't Calum it was Michael.

He smiled at me and walked over and sat on my bed. He looked at me for a second, but seemingly nervous, looks back down.

We sat in silence before I spoke up, "Did you need something?" I didn't want to sound rude but it was getting a little awkward.

"No, I-I just wanted to see you," He blushes, looking down at his lap. I look at him weirdly, about to say something, but he runs out of the room before I have the chance.

Present

It had been on my mind since the moment he left my room. Why had he wanted to see me? Could it have been that he liked me? Or just that he hadn't seen me since that morning?

My thoughts were interrupted when the hotel room door opened. I turned to see Michael with a towel slung around his waist. I turned around, trying to ignore him.

"Hey," He mumbles, throwing his flip flops on the hotel chair and walking to his room.

I mumble a 'hey', more to myself than him. I turn back to the TV, realizing that the episode had ended.

I sighed, shoving my face into the pillow next to me.

Why is my life so  confusing? I ask myself.

"Hey, uh Luke." I turn to see Michael standing in the doorway, scratching the back of his kneck.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"About that thing last week, I uh-" I cut him off with a smile.

"It's ok, Mike," I sigh, looking up at him. He now had some shorts and a Tshirt on.

"No, it's not, you're probably confused and I didn't even explain-" He rambled on, but  I cut him off again.

"Mike, there is no reason to explain, I understand. You hadn't seen me since the morning, I would miss me too." I joked, my mouth forming into a grin as he blushed a little.

"It's not like that, Luke. It's different." He sighs, leaning himself against the wall. I pushed myself off of the couch and walked over to him. I was now a few inches away from his face.

I could feel him shiver as my hot breaths hit his kneck. He slowly looked up at me, face red.

"Mikey," I breathed out.

"Yeah," He choked out, swallowing afterward.

"Do you like me?" I sigh, waiting anxiously for his expression.

For a moment, he said nothing and I was ready to lock myself in my room and watch sad movies but then his head nodded 'yes' and I felt myself grinning from ear to ear.

Michael's blush deepened and his cheeks were almost the color of his fiery red hair.

"Don't worry, Mikey." I say, leaning in so that we're even closer. His eyes stare back into mine, innocently. He flutters his eyelashes as I prepare my words, almost not getting them out because of the beautiful boy in front of me.

"Because, I like you too." I say, smashing my lips to his.

Maybe it was the heat of the moment, or maybe it was just my mind talking. But, I felt as though I just lied to him...

Because I didn't like him

I loved him.