Tangled Strings (sequel to Red Strings)

Chapter 33

Skyler's POV

"I'm so confused" Michael says as we drive back home with the cake in the back seat. "Liz, called me last minute and told me she was going to rent a car from the airport and Calum begged me to let him and Nat pick up his sister. So Ash agreed to take Luke for a fake song writing session while Sylvana stayed back and set up the decorations herself," I explain rolling down the window.

"Fuck." "I know, thank god for Sylvana or I would be freaking out right now!" I agree.  Michael smiles fixing the fringe of his newly died hair. "I really like this colour on you," I tell him reaching over and touching his hair. Michael laughs slapping my hand away.

"I am trying to drive," he informs me, I roll my eyes and grab my phone off the dash board check for new messages. Nat had texted me saying they pick Mali-Koa up from the airport, and that they where heading home and Sylvana had texted me saying that Niall Horan had arrived and was currently helping her decorate with a wide rage of emoji's. Suddenly my stomach turns. "I really hope he loves it," I confess nervously biting my lip, Michael sighs. 

"Of course he'll love it, it's from you." "Yeah, but I know he doesn't usually like parties." "Skyler the man is crazy about you, see I have to call him a man now because he's 18." I smirk rolling my eyes. "If you gave him a fucking shoe lace for his birthday I guarantee you he's frame it on his wall." I look down at my hands. 

"You know sometimes I think we're too young to know what love is…." I confess. "I mean Luke was my first love, my only love and even though I couldn't imagine loving anyone else sometimes... sometimes... I don't know I guess it's stupid." I had never said it out loud but I thought about it sometimes.

I saw the way Natalie and Calum acted around each other.  The way they could get into huge fights but at the end of the day still end up together. I thought about Sylvana and Ashton experiencing new love, the way they never got sick of each other always touching in some small way. I wondered if Luke and I still had that, or if we where all played out we were always the boring ones never really fighting never really touching. It scared me, it scared me more then the possibility of dying in that car crash ever did. "Sky are you in love with Luke?" Michael asks me a serious tone in his voice that I don't hear very often. "Of course I love him," I respond immediately thinking Michael was silly for even suggesting otherwise. "No I mean, are you in love with him?" I close my eyes, and remember flash backs of us together when he tried to teach me guitar, when I tried to teach him how to make chilli it all made my heart swell.

"Yes," I whisper. "Then who the hell cares what other people think love is? What you two have is all that matters, nobody know what's going to happen tomorrow or the day after that or the day after that all you have is right now... and right now we need to deliver this cake you your 18 year old boyfriend's surprise party where you two are going to mysteriously disappear to go make love right before we sing happy birthday." I giggled, feeling a lot better. "Thanks Mikey," I sigh planting a kiss on his cheek, Michael leans back into his drivers seat. "Shit I really need to get laid."

I open the front door to the house and see an array of streamers everywhere as well as posters, balloons, and, baby pictures of Luke. "Hello?" I yell looking for Sylvana. 

"Hello, good to see ya again," Niall Horan smiles pulling me in for a hug.  He was wearing a white 5sos shirt and a pair of black skinnies. "Zayn told me to tell you he's sorry he couldn't make it." "Oh hey, Sky thank God you're back!" Vana says from the top of the stairs holding two more rolls of streamers in her hands. 

"Nialler's been such a massive help!" she informs me.  I mouth Nialler to her confused and she shrugs, when I look back over at Niall he's beaming.  "I'm so excited Luke's going to be proper shocked!" "That's the plan!" I reply awkwardly looking back out the door for Michael, I watch him slam the car door shut with his bum the cake in his hands.