My Good Luck Charm

Chapter 7- Michael

I scribble the last little bit of the song and give the writing sheet a sleepy grin. It's almost two in the morning and I've been writing this song for hours. Luke had been no help at Ashton's house in the afternoon after Ashton and Calum had left so I've been writing all night. I'm not saying that the afternoon with Luke hadn't been nice, it was just pretty unproductive.

I'm a little frustrated that Luke made me eat though. He'd raided Ashton's family's kitchen and made me eat a handful of chips, a banana and a Nutella sandwich. That's all I've eaten for days and I've felt sick ever since.

I only ate the food just to make Luke smile at me, and stop him giving me a suspicious look when I turned the food away the first two times. I want to make him happy and if me eating a little bit in his presence will do that, then I'll eat only a little bit when I'm with him.

While we'd eaten, we'd cuddled and held hands on the couch, watching Frozen because that was what had been in the DVD player at the time. It isn't what you'd call my favourite movie (especially when Let It Go is sung way too often!), but it is pretty cute and I love when Luke starts to giggle and sing along, his chest vibrating under my head and his hand playing with my hair. It's very comforting and relaxing, and I find myself always feeling better when it's just Luke and I doing stuff like that.

We didn't actually go further than make out (Luke had taken his top off pretty soon after Calum and Ashton left. Yay!) though and I'm pretty grateful because I'm so self conscious at the moment. I don't think I want even Luke to see me without my clothes on anymore. He'll have to wait until I've lost some weight and bulked up.

I feel the beanie I've had over my hair slip and I reach up quickly to stop it falling.

"Hey Mikey? You're keeping me awake." A soft and tired voice says from behind me and I quickly spin on my seat to see that my younger cousin is standing there, she'd tried to take my beanie off to grab my attention.

"Oh I'm sorry Becca." I apologise to the seventeen year old who's got one eye brow raised, crossed arms and a tired look on her face.

"Can you stop playing please? I know you're working, but it's two in the morning and I have to go to work at seven." She says. It's nice that she understands that I'm working, and that's probably why she's only just coming in to ask me to stop now, and I do feel bad that I've kept her awake when she needs to get up at five thirty.

"Sorry Rebecca." I apologise again and she smiles at me. It's so unfair that she has dimples. Why didn't I get that gene too? They're cute. I want to be cute.

"It's okay Michael, but are you gonna stop now?" She asks.

"Yeah kid. I'm done. You can sleep now." I say, ruffling her long, dark brown hair.

"I'm only two years younger than you ass hole, don't call me a kid." She snaps, but she's grinning at me. This kid is probably my favourite cousin, and that's why I'm always haply for her to stay for sometimes months at a time when my aunt and uncle go away on holidays or work. Or when they were in jail- but we don't talk about that.

"Okay kid. I won't. Can I still mess your hair?" I tease, reaching out to ruffle it again. She lets me and I'm a little surprised she hasn't tried to duck away.

"Only when it's as messy as it is currently." She says and I laugh. I put my guitar down and lean it against the desk.

"Come here kid." I say and pull her onto my lap and give her a cuddle. She leans into me and rests her head back onto my shoulder, and I can tell that she's closed her eyes.

"Can we not tell Mum I was up this late? Or that I kept you up this late either." I whisper.

"Sure. Whatever. I'm tired." She mumbles.