Fangirl
He Doesn't Love Me
"Luke," I laugh, trying to push the ten foot blonde away from my luggage. "I don't need help packing- You're just throwing a bunch of your shirts in my bag." I haven't been this happy in like a month.
"I know Riley, you're going to need a few of my shirts, what if you get cold?" He jokes, leaning over me to throw more in.
"Then I'll wear my own shirts?" I laugh.
"Well what if you forget me?" He grins, continuing to practically take everything in his closet and force them into my suitcase.
"How could I forget about you? If not that I love you, you're a celebrity, so you're basically everywhere I look." I chuckle. "I don't need all of your clothes, Luke." He sighs dramatically, dumps out everything that was put in my bag, and flops sadly onto the bed. "Luke," I whine. "Don't do that."
He sighs dramatically again for effect, and looks sadly in the direction, "No, I get it, you don't like my style."
"Luke," I laugh, "That's not it, I just have a certain amount of space in my bag, and I'm already needing it all."
"No no," He pauses, "I get it, I get it."
I just stare at him. I've never seen a six foot tall, nineteen year old man throw a tantrum over his clothes. "Okay, what about three shirts?" He looks over at me with a stupid grin, because he knows he won, and nods. "You baby." I murmur, putting my favourite of Luke's shirt in my bag
He stands up and stretches briefly. "I'm sorry I can't help being crazy about you." I feel myself blush and smile, but try to keep it out of Luke's vision while I try to find the rest of my clothes around his room. "Are you blushing, love?" He chuckles. Damn it. I smile more but don't say anything as I try avoiding eye contact. "Aww, do I make you nervous?"
"Of course you make me nervous." I laugh. "How is that even a question?"
"Why do I make you nervous?" He beams.
"Because," I seriously need to control this blushing thing. "you're sexy, and funny, and for some reason you like me."
"Nooo, I loovve you." I blush more. My face is so hot right now, oh my god. "And for the record, you're sexy and funny too."
"Haha, that's funny." I roll my eyes. I'm probably the least sexy person ever. I wore Uggs for like a year in high school. It doesn't get worse than that.
"I'm serious," He laughs, and hugs me from behind. "You're very," He kisses my neck, "very sexy."
Michael's POV---
"Where's Luke? Aren't we supposed to be writing songs?" I ask, frowning.
"He and Riley went to go pack up her stuff for tomorrow, but by now they're probably having sex." Ashton giggles.
"Of course," I roll my eyes, "Where's Max?"
"Outside, Calum said he wanted to talk to her."
"And you let him?" I raise my eyebrows.
"Yeah, she's like seventeen now Mike, she can talk to people." Ash laughs.
"But- what if." I frown, not wanting to finish that.
"He kisses her? I don't think that's going to happen." No, what if she kisses him.
Max's POV---
I just stare at Calum, my mind racing with way too many thoughts. "I- Uh.. What did you just say?"
"I love you." He repeats.
With every inch of my heart crumbling into pieces, I nearly start laughing. I just scoff a little, and walk back inside. He doesn't love me. He doesn't really love me, he can't. It's been like two years. We're practically ancient history, I'm in love with Michael, not him. He's not even nice to me. Yeah. Okay, so, no question about it. He doesn't love me. Right. God, Riley's leaving tomorrow morning, and I'm still here for another day. That won't be awkward at all.
Notes
Seriously Calum what the fuck you doin*I say, as I write what he says*
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WHAT A CUTIIIIIEEEEEES
5/6/18