The Only Reason (Muke)

I Like You Too, Hemmings

Luke's P.O.V

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I'm glad I was a good liar. I've had years to practice after all; like hiding my emotions and lying at school when a teacher noticed the wounds my father inflicted on me, or just my little "I'm fine's" when someone got genuinely concerned as they saw my face drained from emotions, and being able to paint a fake smile on my face like a clown.

I still felt like utter shit about Ashton; and the fact he didn't just hurt me- again, but also the fact he promised me he wouldn't. He lied. Straight to my face.

Though I had been more of a mess than babies with spaghetti, I had finally convinced myself that enough was just fucking enough; no more getting hurt, no more feeling sorry for myself, and definitely no more Ashton Irwins.

I might not actually feel all happy go lucky like I'm acting as Michael ran upstairs to go get the guitar, but I'm trying, and I feel like that is enough.

I waited patently, laughing softly as he ran back down, almost tripping over his own footing before he looked at me. He smiled, and I gave a nod to let him start.

His fingers gently started to strum and pluck the cords, and he took in a small breath of air before starting

Nothing goes as planned
Everything will break
People say goodbye
In their own special way
All that you rely on
And all that you can fake
Will leave you in the morning
But find you in the day

Oh, you're in my veins
And I cannot get you out
Oh, you're all I taste
At night inside of my mouth
Oh, you run away
'Cause I am not what you found

He looked happy ad he sung, his voice going high and low. For some reason, seeing him like that made me smile; but it faltered as I started to actually pay attention to the lyrics.

You're in my veins... And I cannot get you out? Didn't he say he wrote this about me? What was that supposed to mean?..

He lifted his head and looked me dead in the eye; and that's when I remembered.

"I like someone else," I smiled at him.

"Oh..." his gaze dropped, obvious rejection written on his face, "Okay... I'll just go then,"

I rolled my eyes at his obliviousness before pulling him hard enough that he ended up falling on top of me. I smiled at him, "I like you, idiot,"

The biggest smile spread on his lips, "I like you too, Hemmings,"

He... he was talking about me. Was he? What else would "you're in my veins" mean? Did he still like me? Even after I threw him away because I thought Ashton was still the one for me?

Everything is dark
It's more than you can take
But you catch a glimpse of sun light
Shining, shining down on your face
Your face
Oh your face

Oh, you're in my veins
And I cannot get you out
Oh, you're all I taste
At night inside of my mouth
Oh, you run away
'Cause I am not what you found
Oh, you're in my veins
And I cannot get you out

No, I cannot get you out
No, I cannot get you out
Oh no, I cannot get you

He slowly stemmed the last cord before smiling at me, "What do you think?"

"You... wrote that about me, right?" I asked, looking at him.

He nodded, taking the guitar strap and unraveling himself from it, "Yup,"

"... What was it supposed to mean?"

Slowly, he looked at me, and gave a small shrug, "Um.. You're going through a hard time. It's to say that things are going to get better."

I just knew he was lying, "There was more to it than that, Michael. Tell me. Please?"

He looked surprised, obliviously shocked that I wanted to know more. He tilted his head to the side at me, sounding nothing but curious, "What do you think it does mean?"

I felt the atmosphere get hotter as my cheeks and neck felt flustered, "Um.."

What was I supposed to say? 'I think it is about that you are still seriously into me, and even though I was with Ashton, I still really like you.' Yeah, that's something to get bitch slapped over.

He shook his head before sighing, going over to the living room a few feet away as he laid the instrument on the couch, "I wrote it because like I said before, you were having a hard time.." he turned his head and lowered it, his red hair covering his eyes, "And even though you were with Ashton, I was selfish, because all I thought about was you. I know it was wrong of me to still like you when you were in a happy relationship."

My stomach did a weird clench thing as he said the words to still like you. So he does still like me? Ohman, I can't just be with him, right after breaking up with Ashton, that's whorish.

"Mikey..." I sighed, gazing at my feet as I grabbed my left arm with my right hand, "And it's really wrong of me to still like you, even after abandoning you when I was with Ashton, and just thinking that being with him would make me happier. I was so wrong."

"Wait,"

I lifted my head, seeing he was staring at me in shock, "You still like me?"

I couldn't help but smile, "I didn't stutter, did I?"

It was his turn to smile, and he laughed, doing a dorkish fist pump in the air, "Yes!"

I rolled my eyes at his actions before running over, taking him by surprise as I literally tackled him in a hug, making us tumble on the couch with me on top of him.

We laughed like children before I pulled back, smiling at his messy hair and his pretty green eyes, blurting out a dorkish, "You're so cute,"

He smiled at me before laughing, "You're not too bad yourself, Hemmings,"

I felt all warm as we both leaned in, and I ever so gently pressed my lips into his, smiling as we pulled back, "Yay,"