Bright light pierced through my eyelids, making it hard to see. My eyes eventually adjusted to the light and I tried to roll over but something stopped me. There was an arm tightly wrapped around my waist. Then, I took notice of where I was. The blue walls, the black duvet, the tall boy. I rolled over and rested my head on his chest. He was still sleeping. I looked up at him, and admired him. He was gorgeous, and he loved me. Luke would do anything for me, I know he would. He was probably the definition of perfect. I looked at his face, examining his features. His nose fit his face perfectly, his blue eyes, and his perfect eyelashes. His eyebrows were the perfect shape and in the perfect location. His bottom lip was a little bit bigger than his top. His black lip ring hung on the right side of his bottom lip. I loved how he played with it when he was thinking, or bored, or tired, or happy, or sad, or turned on. I loved it. Luke was confusing really. There was no distinct way of telling what he was feeling. He was beautiful. That's all I knew. I wondered why he had never tried to have sex with me. I was pretty sure he was attracted to me.
Luke was always so careful with me, he never grabbed me too hard, or said something that pushed too far. He always texted me first and replied right away. He never tested me, pushed my buttons, or argued. And then I realized Luke was afraid to loose me. And then I felt the boy squirm beneath me.
"Goodmorning baby." he tiredly, spoke. His voice raspy and low. It was hot.
"Morning Luke." I gleamed up at him. He reached his hand behind his pillow and pulled out his phone, unlocking it. Right in front of me. He opened up Twitter and began scrolling through. After about five minutes he looked away, sort of up. I followed his line of vision and my eyes widened as I realized what he was looking at. It was a board of Luke and I. It was quite impressive actually. It had all my favorite music, quotes, all our memories. I was confused on how I had never noticed it before.
I looked back at him and back at the board probably about four times without settling on Luke. I watched Luke as he watched the board for what seemed like forever. He was so caught up in his thoughts, I don't think he noticed me staring at him. I didn't want to say anything, or move, I didn't want to interrupt. I thought I saw tears swelling in his eyes when he finally spoke.
"I know." he said, getting slightly choked up.
"What-" I began.
"I know," he looked over to me, "that you're in love with Michael." My eyes widened as tears spilled out of his. I grabbed onto him tightly.
"I'm so sorry.." I whispered, there was no use in lying now. He held me so tightly, knowing that it might be the last time he could. "C-can I kiss you one last time?" I stuttered. He pulled back from the hug and leaned in so close I wouldn't have to move to kiss him. He smashed his lips into mine. He kissed me the exact same way he had kissed me the first time. He pulled back, tears streaming down his face. What have I done to this beautiful boy?
"I love you Scarlett Rose Williams. Oh, do I love you." I threw myself at him trying to kiss him again. He turned his face away from me, squeezing his eyes shut. I didn't want to hurt him, he didn't do anything. I got up and walked out of his room, tears rolling down my cheeks. What have I done to him?
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I knocked on his door, waiting for an answer. "Hold on!" I heard him call running towards the door. He opened the door and looked at me and his expression changed from happy to angry when he realized who it was.
Michael's POV
"Can you please leave?" I said attempting to control my emotions. I wasn't sure if I was going to cry or punch the wall but I was about to do something.
"I broke up with Luke?" she whispered. It sounded more like a question but I knew it was true. I scoffed and shut the door. I didn't want anything to do with her anymore. I hated her. I hated her!
OKAY THIS WAS KINDA SUPER DUPER SAD AND SHORT SORRY IM WRITING ANOTHER ONE RN DONT WORRY
YOU ARE READING
Always M.C.
Fanfiction"Scar, is this how you always felt?" Michael quietly spoke. "Always."