A/N: is it "smitten by you" or "smitten with you" idk #therealquestions
I know I said I wasn't gonna be able to update soon but I haven't left yet and I absolutely had to write this chapter :3 enjoy lovelies!
[Calum.]
"This is the final game of the season, guys!" Coach all but yelled, causing us all to wince. "So I don't want you guess to do anything less than your best!"
He always got this pumped before our final game of the season. However, little did everyone know that this would be my final game with this team. After Taylor's plan gets put into action, I know coach is going to kick me off the team.
Surprisingly, I didn't care. I really didn't care. I had proven myself enough on this team, and now I had to prove myself to Luke.
"Okay guys, let's do this!" Timothy, the team captain, yelled.
We get into our starting positions, and I looked over at the bleachers. The whole school had come out, but I was only looking for one face that I luckily found in the place he's supposed to be. Taylor was sitting beside him and grinning at me, nudging him. He looked really annoyed and nervous, and I sighed.
The whistle blew, and I directed all my attention to it. I needed to win. I needed a reason for the attention to be on me, but not for the reason I usually craved it.
1 goal. My heart was beating out of my chest. I looked over at the bleachers quickly, but that was enough to tell that Luke wasn't looking at me.
I sighed and directed my attention back to the game.
2 to none for us, and Luke was still avoiding my gaze.
2-1. Goddammit.
2-2. Come on Calum, step up your game. You have a reason to win this.
I put my all into the game and at the last second, the ball hit the netting of the opposite goal. The roar of the crowd was defending, my team was cheering... And Luke was nowhere to be seen on the bleachers. Good, that meant Taylor was working.
Students and parents crowded around my team. We were all cheering, all screaming, and suddenly a blonde head, taller than the most, made itself seen. I grinned even wider.
"Hey look who's here!" Michael yelled. He had no idea of the plan, but he was following it to the tee. "Calum's boyfriend!"
Everyone started laughing, except Luke and I, who were both blushing furiously.
Out of the blue, the crowd parted slightly to my left, and Taylor rushed to me, shoving a mic in my hand. She winked at me quickly before pulling Mikey, whispering something to him, and the crowd of people surrounding us suddenly felt so much less suffocating. People were still all around us, but I had space to move and breath. You know like those fight circles? When everyone crowds around two people fighting, far enough not to get hit but close enough to see? That's kind of how it was. The lights that were illuminating the whole field suddenly dimmed, shining the brightest right on the centre of the circle, where Luke and I were standing, two meters apart.
I cleared my throat. Luke tried to back away, visibly confused, but Taylor pushed him back, giving him a reassuring smiles. People were whispering all around us, wondering what could possibly be going on.
I brought the mic up to my lips and let out a shaky breath. "Hey guys," I started, slightly uncomfortable hearing my voice coming the speakers all around the field. "I know you all are probably wondering what the hell's going on. Well, let me explain it to you."
I took another deep breath before continuing. "I just want to take a minute, maybe two or maybe ten, to tell everyone the truth. Especially you, Luke." I gave him a small smile, but he still looked confused. "You all know about what happened at Mikey's party. Everyone knows their own version of it, because only two people know the truth, and those two people are obviously Luke and I. Well, you see, I want to take this time right here and let everyone know the truth. I did, in fact, kiss the amazing guy standing in front of me right now. I was the one who went up to him, I was the one who initiated everything, I was the one who kissed him first. I know I tried to blame him. I honestly don't know why, Luke. I don't know why I did it. I was just so confused. I hated you with every fibre of my being, but kissing you was probably one of the best decisions I've ever made."
The whispering got louder, and someone yelled out, "Get to the point!" as Luke's cheeks reddened even more.
I rolled my eyes, recognising Michael's voice, before continuing. "Basically, you and that kiss scared me. It scared me because you made me rethink everything about myself and mainly about the way I feel towards you. Because yeah, I do feel something towards you. You guys wanna know the truth? You guys want me to get to the point?"
A chorus of 'yeah!'s made itself heard, and I chuckled slightly. "Well, here's what this is all about." I stepped closer to Luke, taking his hand in mine and giving him a small smile. He was way too confused to pull his hand away so he just stood there, eyes locked on mine and cheeks cherry red. "Luke, the truth is, I'm completely smitten by you."
His eyes widened drastically, and he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. I couldn't help but laugh, and I brought the mic back to my lips. "And no, this is not a joke nor a set up. I'm done with that. I just wanted everyone to know about this, and now they do. I'm probably going to get kicked off the team, but you know what? I don't really care. Because I really like you, and I know - or well, I hope - that you really like me, too."
"How do you..." he whispered, trailing off when I winked.
"I have my sources," I laughed into the mic, and he turned around to glare at Taylor, mumbling about how he was going to kill her.
I unlocked our hands and put mine on his cheek, turning his attention back to me. "So, Luke, if that's okay with you... Can I kiss you again?"
I bit my lip, but soon broke out into the biggest grin ever when he nodded, agreeing to my request. I immediately pulled him closer to me, snaking my arms around him and slowly pressing our lips together. I felt him smile, and my stomach erupted into innumerable butterflies as he slowly wrapped his arms around my neck. I heard the cheering, but I couldn't focus on it. All I could focus on were his lips, moving against mine at long last. His cold lip ring contrasted heavily with his warm lips, and I couldn't help but pull him closer instinctively. His lips moulded with mine in the best way possible, and frankly I did not want to stop.
Slowly, I pulled away, leaving my arms around him and my forehead resting upon his. I brought one arm between us and asked into the mic, "Luke, I know I'm a jerk and I know you can do so much better, but... Will you be my boyfriend?"
To that, Luke blushed furiously again and nodded shyly, causing me to grin so wide. "He said yes, guys!" I cried, looking up at the crowd. They all cheered, and I dropped my hand back to his hip, whispering "You're beautiful."
He shook his head, looking down and muttering something about how he wasn't. I nudged my nose against his and whispered, "Yes, you are, don't bring yourself down," before kissing him once again.
I heard someone yell out something, but I didn't want to bother with it. I had successfully apologised and declared my undying love for Luke in front of the whole world (well, not exactly, but that sounds more poetic).
Needless to say, a lot happened after that. Michael, Taylor and Ashton enveloped the two of us in a group hug, and many people came to congratulate us - for what, I don't really know. Coach and I engaged in a full on yelling session about how what I had done was completely inappropriate, resulting in him kicking me off the team and me kissing Luke every time he looked our way for the rest of the night.
Finally, everyone had gone home, even Ashton who had been so reluctant to leave (he kept shoving in my face how he 'told me so'), and Luke and I were left, sitting on the bleachers. I had my arm around his waist and he had his head on my shoulder. We didn't say anything for the longest time: I just watched him fiddle with his sweater sleeves that came past his knuckles, and smiled about how lucky I was that he didn't yell at me the way he had that night at my house. I wouldn't have been able to deal with that.
"Luke?" I finally said, poking him gently to get his attention.
He lifted his head up, his piercing blue eyes locked on mine, and hummed questioningly in response.
"I want you to know that I'm really really sorry for everything that happened between us before this... However wrong it is, it was so much easier to hate you for no reason than to accept the way I feel towards you..."
He smiled, kissing my cheek. "I forgive you."
"Why?" I asked, taking one of his hands in the one that wasn't resting on his hip. "I'm really fucking glad you did, don't get me wrong, but... Why did you forgive me?"
"Well," he smiled shyly. "I've liked you for months now, actually. And well, how could I not? You did all that just for me, knowing the consequences fully well, but you still did it just for a loser."
I shook my head. "I'm sorry I always called you that. You're not a loser, alright? You're amazing." I brought his hand up and kissed the back of it gently, causing him to blush for the bazillionth time that night. "You're amazing and you've got these beautiful eyes and a gorgeous smile and don't get me started on that laugh... There's a lot of amazing things about you, Luke. Please let me be the one to show you... Let me be the one to prove my old self wrong."
He broke out into a smile, this time pulling me closer and attaching his lips to mine. Every time our lips meshed together, I was awed by his. I was awed by the way they worked so perfectly against mine, I was awed by the way his hands tangled in my hair. I was awed by the way this felt so right. I was awed by him.