the little secret ,, muke + mashton

Chapter 1

Luke's P.O.V.

The tour with One Direction has now ended. So, the boys and I have decided to spend a few weeks in America, enjoying the nearly over, winter weather. I don't mind the cold that much, but Ashton and Michael sure love to complain about it. Calum usually stays quiet and stares out into space. These past couple days have been really exciting.

We've just realeased our first official single, She Looks So Perfect. And, we've reached two million followers on Twitter. We were all so shocked and happy, we never knew we would come this far in only 3 years.

In celebration, we've decided to have a Twitcam. We haven't had one in the last month or so, and we decided that it would be the right time. Also, Michael and I have decided to share a house together since we've been best friends for as long as I can remember. He's the one guy out of the group that always seems to put a smile on everyone's face.

"Alright boys, gather round the camera. Time for our twitcam!" I hear Ashton call from the other end of the house. "Michael, Luke, come on now!" Calum pipes in. I see Michael roll out of bed and groan. "Coming." He rubs his nose and mouths a 'hello' while stumbling into the living room. I follow behind him and take my seat in front of the computer.

"I'll tweet the link." I volunteer. The others boys nod in agreement and get ready to start the twitcam.

A few minutes pass and before I know it, it's time for the twitcam to start. "Hey guys!" We all say as soon as the camera turns on. "So," Michael begins, "As most of you may know, we just released our first official single, 'She Looks So Perfect' and we've also reached two million twitter followers. In celebration, we are doing this twitcam." I watch Michael's pink lips move with every word he is saying. Wow, is he attractive.

No Luke, you aren't thinking that. You are straight. Or am I? I'm so confused. Argh, everything is so confusing.

We answer some fan questions and talk about the new single and what the fans should expect from us. The twitcam ends quickly and Michael and I head home.

"Well, that was fun, huh Luke?" Michael asks. "Yeah, it was really fun." I half lie. I enjoyed the twitcam, I really did, but it was hard to stay focused because I was thinking about Michael the entire time. Lately I can't seem to get him off my mind.

As soon as I step in the door of our home, I head for the shower. "Taking a shower!" I yell to Michael. He grunts and I head his bedroom door slam shut. Is he alright? I shake off the thought and tell myself that he might've just shut the door a little too hard.

After my shower I change into my nightclothes and go to the kitchen and cook myself some dinner. I decided to make burgers and chips.

I make a plate for Michael and leave it on the counter for him.

Michael's P.O.V.

I run up to my room and close the door, a little too hard. I'm so lost in thought that I don't notice at first. "Oops." I whisper to myself.

As soon as Luke and I got home I haven't said a word to him, instead I just ran upstairs and accidentally slammed the door. Maybe he thinks I'm mad at him?

I decide to not over think it and grab my guitar and play a song. I practice "She Looks So Perfect" for 10 minutes straight, and hear the shower turn off. I didn't even notice that it was on at all.

I hear faint footsteps walk past my room twice, before fading out completely. I decide to go get something to eat.

"Hey Michael." I jump a bit and sigh. It's just Luke.

"Jesus Luke, you're going to give me a heart attack." He laughs and I laugh with him. "I cooked some dinner, your plate is over there." He points to the counter and I grab my plate of a burger and fries.

"Wow, so fancy Lukey." I say, smiling. He shoots me a grin and we continue eating and chatting. "Well, I am going to go to bed. Goodnight Michael." Luke yawns and stumbles to his bedroom. "Goodnight." I half whisper.

Before I go to bed, I check twitter. I decide to send out a new tweet.

"@Michael5SOS: Hi guys, going to bed soon. How is everyone?"

I respond to a few fans and follow some as well. A couple of comments catch my eye though.

"@5SOSfan4lyfeha: Hey Michael, you've gotten uglier over the years. Just stop trying to look better than everyone."

"@Cake&Ashton: Ugh, you're not even wanted in the band. Get out."

I feel a tear about to fall from my eye but I quickly wipe it away.

They're just looking for attention. Don't worry about them Michael. They aren't real fans.

I fall asleep with my phone on my chest and hope that the hateful comments disappear by morning.