WARNING!!!
- SERIOUSLY CRINGE
- SELF HARM
- MY FIRST BOOK
A family was broken in half, a mother and father divorce. The mother taking the son and the father taking the daughter. The son was only 5 and the daughter was only 3. The son has grown up...
I open my eyes as I woke up. I looked around as I stretch and saw I was laying beside Kara. I smile as I look at her sleeping. I started remember when she was playing with my hair last night which felt amazing. I studied her face, no one would've guessed the shit she's gone through if they saw her like this. I moved a little bit but she immediately cuddled me which made my face heat up. I watched her face change in different expression as she was dreaming. She really does look like Ashton when she makes certain faces, she's so cute. I sigh and look at the ceiling. I know I can't have her, I don't even deserve her, she could do so much better than me.
"Good morning Mike." Kara's groggy voice interrupted my thoughts. I look at her stretch and look up at me with her bright Hazel eyes which made me think of Ashton.
"Hey Kara, how did you sleep?" I ask, smiling at her. She rubbed her face and sighed.
"I think I got a decent amount of sleep. What about you?" She replies.
"Got more sleep than I did when we were on tour so that's good." I tell her.
"Why didn't you sleep well on tour?" She asks as she gave me a worried look. I ran my fingers through my hair as I sighed.
"Because I was having panic attacks about us performing. I was scared I was gonna mess up but the guys helped me calm down a little bit. I was always practicing my guitar to make sure I wouldn't mess up and make myself look like an idiot." I explain. She nods in understanding.
"I understand, when I was choir, people always wanted me to do solos because my voice is 'so good' which is not accurate." She put air quotes on 'so good' as she rolled her eyes.
"I love you're voice." I say as I smile and then I realized what I said. "I mean... I-I think... dammit." My face heats up with embarrassment from me stuttering. "I-I think you're really talented." I say nervously. She giggles.
"Don't get so embarrassed Michael." She tells me. I sigh and nod. "Also I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable when I was cuddling you." She says.
"It's okay, we didn't exactly have blankets." I laugh and she does the same. To be honest it made me so happy when she was cuddling. I never felt that warm feeling inside me, and I never heard my heart beat so fast. Usually my heart only beats fast when I'm having a panic attack. But she gave me a good feeling, confidence maybe?
"I'm gonna make some toast, do you want some?" She says as she sat up.
"Uh sure." I reply, she got up off the couch.
"I'm guessing you said sure because you know you would burn the house down." She say as she was putting her hair up in a messy ponytail. I shrug.
"You're not wrong." I reply and she laughs as she left the living room. I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair in an attempt to fix it.
"Awww." I look up and see Calum and Luke looking at me.
"Were you 2 watching us?" I ask nervously. They both nod with an evil smirk on their faces. I sigh and mentally slapped myself.
"We were just pretending to be asleep but you were so shy." Calum says. I roll my eyes.
"Mikey has a crush!" Luke says.
"Dude shut the fuck up!" I whisper yelled while glaring at him. "I don't have a chance with her, plus she could do way better than me." I explain.
"You really think that? You should see you 2 cuddling." Luke pulled out his phone and showed me a picture.
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My face got warm but I covered my face with my hands. I don't know what I should do. I don't think she would want to worry about another guy after what happened with her and Adin.
"It doesn't matter, she doesn't like me anyway." I kinda got angry at them.
"Then why would she play with your hair? Why would she make jokes with you and smile at you in a certain way? She's been talking to you more than the rest of us." Calum points out. It's true, she has been talking to me a little bit more. I didn't really notice she's been smiling at me in a certain way. Does she actually like me? No, no, no, no, no... that's just my imagination. But I think I may like her.
