Your The Reason.

Chapter Three

"I honestly don't understand why you do this every fucking time." Luke screams as I open the door to Michaels house.

"Luke, stop being such a dick" Calum says chuckling.

"I'm not being a dick Calum, you just do this every time!" Luke screams in response.

I walk towards the screams of Calum and Luke.

A blond haired, blue eyed boy stands up from his chair. In anger, he puts his hands up in defeat and walks out of the room, slamming the door Behind himself.

"What's his problem?" Michael asks grabbing a bag of chips from the table and plopping onto the leather couch.

"Its nothing. So, Andy, which do you want to watch?" Calum says holding up two different scary movies.

I look at Calum with fear clearly in my eyes. He picks one himself and puts the movie into the movie player.

I walk over to the couch and sit in between Michael and Ashton.

Michael chuckles, puts his arm around me and pulls me toward his body.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you." Michael says and I can feel him laughing.

Calum sits down on the recliner In the left side of the room and pulls out his phone.

The movie comes on and it has a lot of jump scares. Every single time that I jump, I nuzzle my face into Michaels chest.

When the movie is over, I look up at Michael and see that he is asleep. The other boys are on their phones still sitting where they were before. Luke still hasn't came inside so I suspect that he had left.

I slowly lean up trying to not wake the sleeping boy under me.

I move my arm away from his chest which is now rising and falling to the beat of his breath. When I lift away from the boy, he moans and puts his hand on my thigh.

"stay" he says sleepily.

"Michael, I-" I start to say.

"Please Andy"  he says pulling me closer.

"There is no room on the couch Mike" I say in response.

He lets out a low groan as he stands from the large, leather couch.

"Then we can go to my room." He says grabbing my hand and dragging my up the stairs and into his navy blue room.

He pulls me to his bed and tugs me onto it with him.

The bed sits in the middle of the room with two end tables on each side. On the dank brown wood floor sits a wooden dresser that is right in front of the large bed that I am on now. 

He pulls me down onto the bed and snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him. Heat radiates off of his body. I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he talks.

"I'm glad your here Andy, I love you" Michael says behind me.

Michael just told me he loved me. He is obviously tired, it might have just slipped. I start to think what if it didn't slip and he really did love me. Do I love him back?

His words are replaying in my mind, over and over. I can't help but think if I love him. He has been there for me, for as long as I can remember. I can't imagine my life without Michael.

My eyes start to feel very heavy. I fight to keep my eyes open, but I can't hold them open any longer.

With Michaels arms tightly wrapped around me, I fall asleep to the steady beat of him breathing.