Oh, We Could Be Falling In Love | Malum

Oh, We Could Be Falling In Love

hey guys! i'm casually back with a new fic. tho this is just gonna be like a lil two part thing with a possible spin-off for lashton. so if ya here for the lashton, it's more mentioned than anything. so far ashton is more mentioned then anything, there's like one part with him in it. also title is from falling in love by mcfly cause why not? mcfly is good. anyway, on with da fic.

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Michael was not happy. He wasn't happy in the slightest. Being crowned prince of Australia meant he had to marry some bloke before he could get around to doing boring ruling stuff. Really Michael wanted to run away and just avoid the situation all together. So he was pacing in his room, trying to think of what to pack and how to leave. 

"Mikey, what are you doing?" Luke, Michael's tall lanky friend/personal servant asked whit a raised eyebrow.

"I hate you and your eyebrow." Was the response given as Michael quickly tried to hide the fact he was packing. Thinking about it while Luke was watching him, Michael decided having a personal servant wasn't a good idea when trying to run away. It wasn't like he ever wanted a personal servant in the first place, but when his parents pushed Luke at him and the two became friends it was nicer. He had a friend that would get him pizza when he asked, sometimes.

Luke's laughter filled the room, and Michael marked that down as another thing he hated about Luke in that moment. He was trying to run away, not get distracted by a laughing Luke Hemmings.

"Shut up Hemmings. Did you want something?" Michael asked, glaring at the quiffed blond boy as he walked around and casually dropped himself on Michael's four poster bed, that was really too big for Michael and he sort of hated it. Luke had grabbed a magazine from the bedside table and lazily flipped through it.

"Didn't want anything. Just came to see if you needed help packing. Not that I can help you pack, I'd get fired. Maybe put in prison. Would helping the only prince of Australia run away be considered treason? I think Mamma Hemmings wouldn't like me in prison. Dread to think how she'd yell at the king and queen for it. Although, I feel like they'd let me off, ya'know." Michael knew what Luke was doing, he totally knew, but fuck it was working. The guilt of possibly getting Luke in trouble was just a bit too much for Michael to regret his thought of running away.

Pushing the suitcase to the ground and lying next to Luke as the boy groaned since he'd be the one to clean up the mess, Michael deeply sighed. Luke being the great friend he his, just flipped to another page in the magazine.

"The prince of New Zealand might be getting married soon. Say's here the royal Hood family wants to marry him off and insure piece with an enemy kingdom. We're an enemy kingdom. You could marry the bloke." Luke said, flipping to a different page.

Michael glared at Luke through the strands of red dyed hair on his face. "I hate you." The comment didn't do much besides make Luke chuckle.

"Love you too, honey." Teasing, Michael could feel the teasing from Luke. The thought of pulling rank was there, but then Luke being Luke would ignore it and continue on. Instead he groaned.

"I don't want to marry some guy from New Zealand. I want to marry some guy I fall in love with." Michael complained, running a hand through his flyaway hair.

Luke had simply shrugged while turning another page. Making it official, Luke Hemmings was the worst friend ever.

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It had been a week since Michael had thought of running away, he didn't try again. Luke always seemed to sneak into vision when he would think about it. Even so Michael still didn't want to marry some prince for peace. Luke had been right in his teasing; Michael was set to marry the Hood prince.