(Your POV)
It had been about a month and a half since I got my soul tattoo and exactly three weeks since Michael and I started dating. It was amazing to say the least. He was perfect in every single way. He was there for me whenever I needed him and I was there for him. We worked in complete harmony together, always laughing and goofing off, but being serious and intimate at the same time. But there were always one or two things that made things get... awkward.
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I saw Luke again. It was the day after I ran into him at work. Michael had taken me out to a great fast food place in LA that he absolutely adored going to. Then he said he had a surprise for me. Little did I know, this surprise was taking me to his LA house and meeting the rest of the boys.
The second I walked through the front door, Luke saw me. His eyes grew wide as he tried to make the connections. Things were suddenly so tense between us. He was snarky and rude to me. He would make snide comments at me and I would get so confused. I tried to ask Michael why Luke was acting that way towards me, but he would just shrug and say he wouldn't know.
"Luke can get moody sometimes. I'll talk to him, babe. Just ignore him. He's an idiot," he would tell me every time I brought it up.
On one of the last days before their one week break was over, I was at their house making dinner with Mikey. Mikey was really horny that night (shocker) and tried to take me then and there, but I stopped him. I was afraid he would see my tattoo and I was shocked because we weren't even official at the time. I laughed as I pushed him off me and jokingly told him to go fix himself in the bathroom while I finished dinner. He groaned and mumbled as he stalked out of the kitchen.
Luke had just gotten back from being out all day. His soulmate was with him. It was the first time I had seen her in person. She was beautiful. Tall and perfect. She looked straight off a runway. Tall, pretty, and elegant. I hated everything about her.
Luke saw me in the kitchen and just smirked as he tightly put his hand around his soulmate's waist. I watched them walk upstairs as Luke leaned over and whispered something into her ears. I heard her giggle as they disappeared up the stairs. I sighed. I didn't know why Luke was being so mean to me. I had done nothing wrong to him.
He looked happy with his soulmate and all I could do was be happy for him. I was happy getting to know Michael. Michael was so kind and sweet to me and I loved getting to know everything and anything about him. I always discovered something new and quirky about him that I absolutely loved. I loved the way his eyes would get a light as he talked about something he loved, like his music or video games. His face would always break into a smile whenever he saw me and I would get these little flutters in my stomach. I loved the way he laughed with his whole body and the wide smile that always rested on his face.
I was just putting the dinner in the oven, when I heard banging and loud noises coming from upstairs. Michael was strolling downstairs, a laugh on his face.
"Oooh yES LUKE. JUST LIKE THAT!" I heard a voice say from upstairs.
"Oooh just like that!" Michael mimicked in a high voice as he joined me in the kitchen. "Doesn't matter what time of day it is, those two are always going at it," he said and started laughing. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"What do you say, (Y/N)? Let's go be like them. Do you wanna make out?" He whispered as he kissed the spot on my neck under my ear. I wriggled away from him, trying to avoid the tattoo situation and from the uneasiness that was settling in my stomach.
"Actually, I think I should go. I don't feel comfortable being here," I whispered as I quickly walked out of the kitchen. I grabbed my bag off the couch and started heading for the front door. The noises Luke and his soulmate were making were echoing throughout the house. Damn, his soulmate was really vocal.
I felt Michael coming up behind me. "Whoa, wait. (Y/N). Is everything okay?" He asked, as he gently took my hand in his. "I'm sorry for what I said and if it made you uncomfortable. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to. I'm just being a horny fuck right now. I'm sorry." He said.
I sighed. "It's not you, Mikey." I paused, only to hear more loud moans echoing throughout the house. "Dinner is in the oven. Just take it out in 20 minutes okay?" I said, as I quickly walked out the front door and into the warm LA summer night.
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(Luke's POV)
It was (Y/N) all along. The girl Michael wouldn't shut up about. The fucking odds that the beautiful girl I meet, is actually the girl Mike has been seeing.
At first I was confused. What a coincidence that she happen to have met both of us on two separate occasions. But suddenly I was angry. Jealously ran through my veins when I first saw her and Mikey together.
I stormed up to my room, trying to calm myself down. I put music on and just lied on my bed, looking through my phone. I was aimlessly looking through my texts, when I found a conversation with an unknown number. I clicked on it and found the pictures (Y/N) and I took of us together when we first met. I had forgotten about them. I looked at her smile and noticed the way her pearly white teeth sparkled and the little dimples she had on each side of her plump pink lips. I looked at her eyes and the glimmer in them. She was absolutely stunning and naturally beautiful.
I threw my phone down in frustration. What was happening? Who is this girl? And why is she Michael's and not mine?
I picked up my phone from the floor and quickly dialed my soulmate. She picked up on the first ring.
"Hey Luke, finally cooled down?" She said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. I hadn't talked to her since I kicked her out of the house the other day.
"I'm sorry, babe. What are you doing right now? Let me make it up to you." There was a pause on the other end.
"Please babe," I said.
"I'll be there in a few minutes, Lukey." she said with a slight purr before the call ended. I just needed a distraction and my soulmate was it. I felt awful using her as a distraction to get my mind off (Y/N), but I figured if I can't stop thinking about (Y/N), I should focus on my soulmate. Get distracted by all these thoughts running through my brain. Maybe get some release. Or maybe just get a good fuck. I didn't care at this point. (Y/N) made me feel so confused and angry all at the same time and I just couldn't take it.
For the next few days, her and Mikey were inseparable. She was always at the house either on our couch killing Michael on Mario Kart, or watching movies with the lads.
I just couldn't help my actions. I was rude and snarky to her. Always making snide comments about what she did or what she said. She was just an easy target. Seeing her with Michael made me sick.
So I stayed out a lot. I went to clubs with Calum. Or I stayed at my soulmate's apartment. I went to places I knew Mikey and (Y/N) wouldn't be at.
On one of the last days of our week break, I was fed up with it. It was our last days in LA before we left for tour again, I wasn't about to let (Y/N) invade my life the way she did.
I figured if I can't make her leave, then maybe I'll make her want to leave. That day Michael and (Y/N) were making dinner. It was so fucking adorable. I wanted to puke.
I had taken my soulmate home with me that day. I didn't know why, but I wanted (Y/N) to feel exactly what I felt. Jealously, anger, confusion.
I took my soulmate up the stairs as I smirked at (Y/N). She looked so confused and I could've sworn I saw a glimpse of her smile falling when she saw me and my soulmate together.
Once upstairs, I did what I've been doing best for the past week. Soon our sounds were echoing through the house. I felt a little awkward at first, but when I heard the door slam downstairs, I knew I had succeeded.
I faintly heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs. I ignored it. I was too busy to even notice that the door to my room opened.
"LUKE!" I heard someone yell. My soulmate stopped what she was doing and quickly moved around me, trying to cover herself. I looked up and saw a red-faced Michael. He looked angry.
"Is everything okay, Michael?" I asked, confused why he didn't leave with (Y/N). I was poised over my soulmate, my arms on each side of her head. She looked up at me, an annoyed expression on her face. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh yeah, everything is just peachy, Luke!" Michael yelled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You couldn't keep your fucking dick in your pants while (Y/N) was here, and now she's gone because she felt uncomfortable!" Michael was fuming at this point. I shrugged, trying to hide the smirk on my face. My plan had worked. I wonder what (Y/N) was feeling right now.
"You know mate, fuck you. You've been nothing but a dick to (Y/N) ever since you met her. I may have found my soulmate, and now here you go making things so uncomfortable and awkward. Next time, have the fucking decency to wait until after we eat dinner."
With that, Michael was out the door, his phone in his hand, probably dialing up (Y/N).
I fell on the bed next to my soulmate. She looked at me, a weird look on her face. "What was that all about?" She asked.
I sighed and pressed my fingers on the bridge of my nose. "I don't know anymore."
Why was I acting this way? Why was seeing Mike and (Y/N) bothering me so much? Why why why?
I looked at my soulmate and gave her a small smile. "I'm sorry, but I think you should go. I have some things to work out," I said. She frowned, but she nodded. I watched her as she picked up her clothes and got dressed. She was out the door without another word.
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A/N: man oh man. I hope you guys liked this part! I'm in the works of writing part 13 right now, but I will be going on hiatus soon (Aug 17). I'll keep you guys updated as best as I can, but pls don't bombard me with asks on when the next part is. I'll let you lil monsters know :)
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