I'd Dye For You || m.c.

Chapter 1

Michael's POV

"Ugh for the last time NO!" I yell.

"Aww c'mon Mikey! I really want to read it and you are the only one who can drive since Ashton is away visiting family and Calum doesn't have his license." Luke pleads.

God he looks absolutely pathetic right now. On his knees, hands pressed together like he was praying, head bent down. He was such a little dork, that I unfortunately couldn't say no to.

"Fine! I'll run to the book store later after my shift at work ends, okay?" I give in.

Luke jumps upward and launches his tall figure at me, embracing me in a tight grip.

"Thank you Mikey!!!" He says in a high pitched voice before releasing me from his death grip.

"Anything for my little nerd." I say shuffling my hand through his quiffed hair.

He bats it away and turns to leave, when I remember he hadn't even told me the name of the book he wanted.

"Lucas, what book was it again?" I call behind him.

"Divergent." He replies.

Oh my fucking God really? People won't stop talking about that goddamned book and it's driving me crazy.

"Ugh, fine. Bye." I groan and wave him away.

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My shift at the coffee shop was almost over, which meant it was almost time for me to go searching for Luke's damn book.

I untied my apron and hung it up on its hook before calling to my boss that I was leaving.

"Alright, good work today Michael, you didn't spill on anyone!" He says, giving me a quick round of applause.

"Shut up Styles! Shouldn't you be getting back to your boyfriend?" I ask, a smug grin creeping onto my face.

"Well, now that you're leaving, I think I'm going to lock up so we can move to the back room and he can fuck me sensel-"

"TAYLOR SWIFT, oh my god, Taylor fucking Swift!" I screech, covering my ears with my hands and squinting my eyes closed.

Taylor Swift was my safe word for whenever Harry was going to far with whatever he was saying. He didn't really have a filter, so we decided that this would be a good solution.

"Haha sorry mate. Well have a good rest of your night."

"Yeah you, too." I say grabbing my leather jacket and putting it on before making my way to the back entrance.

"Hey Lou, he's leaving..." I hear Harry call to his lover, and with that I bolt out the door. I will not witness the Larry sex once again.

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After searching for just over an hour, I finally come across a tiny book store cleverly named 'Books.' I scoff at the name but still enter the small shop.

It smells very musty and like, well, books.

I walk up to what I hope is the cashier, but I can't really tell by all of the books cluttered around the desk. There were books everywhere, however, they all seemed to be organized. They all looked like the had a place, which I liked.

Eventually a small woman popped out from a pile of books somewhere and walked over to greet me.

"Hello, how can I help ya?" She asks in a thick Aussie accent.

She looked to be about 25 and she had short, straight, blonde hair with some bangs. She also had nice blue eyes that went well with her slightly tanned skin.