I arrive shortly to the airport and check the schedule. I have another hour until boarding so, I sit down, put my headphones in, and scroll through twitter and instagram. Just then, my phone starts to ring. Luke's name appears on my screen. I debate on whether I should decline the call or not, but I decide to answer it.

"Hello?" I say. 

"May, please don't leave." Luke practically begs. 

"Luke, would you just stop? Let's not make this whole thing dramatic. Michael doesn't care that I'm here and neither does my own mother. I sacrificed my whole summer just to come here and all they do is ignore me!" I raise my voice a bit, getting a few looks from people sitting near me. 

"May, trust me, Michael wants you here. Before you came, all he talked about was what he had planned to do with you. All he talked about was  things you used to do as kids, or inside jokes you two have. He wants you here so badly," Luke pauses. "Which is why he's on his way to the airport right now." 

"What?" I ask. 

"May, just don't leave. Let Michael bring you home. He wants you here. So does your mum. And--I kinda want you here too." He says, his voice getting lower at his last few words. 

Before I can reply to Luke, I see Michael frantically running through the airport. I stand up and immediately catch his gaze. 

"I'll call you back." I say to Luke before hanging up.

"May!" Michael calls while running over to me. 

"Mikey I-" 

"Please don't leave May. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. God May, I've been looking forward to you coming for so long. I'm sorry you feel like I haven't been paying attention to you. Please stay." He begs. 

I sigh. "Only if you promise to take me to that diner again." I give him a small smile. 

His eyes light up as he nods his head and hugs me tightly. "I'm so sorry." He says again. 

"It's okay Mikey. Let's go." I say, grabbing my suitcase as we walk out of the airport.

We get home soon after. Mum still isn't home, no surprise. I decide not to ask Michael about it because I don't want to start another fight. I go upstairs and begin to unpack all my stuff. 

"May, come downstairs, everyone's here." Michael calls from downstairs. 

I assume he meant the guys and Cora when he said everyone. I walk downstairs and I was right. I wave to everyone and sit down on the couch. 

"I'm glad you stayed." Luke leans in beside me and whispers. 

"Me too." I smile. 

"Okay, it's movie night. May gets to pick the movie tonight." Michael says. 

"Hey! It's my turn though!" Calum whines. 

"Shut up!" Luke and Michael strangely say simultaneously. 

"My house. My rules. May chooses." Michael says. 

"It's just a movie, Calum can pick." I say. 

"No. You choose May." Michael says again. 

"Well, Cal what did you want to watch?" I ask Calum. 

"I don't know, I kind of wanted to watch She's The Man." He says, shrugging his shoulders.

 "I choose She's The Man then." I say, smiling at Calum. 

He smiles back, silently thanking me. 

"That's why we never let Calum choose anymore." Luke groans. 

"Why?" I ask. 

"Because," Luke laughs lightly, "Every time it's Calum's turn to choose a movie, he chooses that. This is going to be the fourth time we've watched it." 

Everyone laughs, including Calum. 

"Well fifth times a charm." I say, laughing. 

"I don't think that's how the saying goes." Luke says, laughing. 

"Shut up! Just put the movie in." I say. 

"Yo, Amanda Bynes used to be so hot." Ashton says. 

"What do you mean used to be? I love her cheek piercings now." Luke says sarcastically.

Ashton pushes Luke's shoulder, a little too hard. Luke was sitting cross legged and slightly lost his balance, leaning into me due to Ashton's push. He looks at me, inches away from my face. He stares into my eyes. 

"Sorry." He mumbles. 

"It's okay." I say quietly. 

He looks at me for a few more seconds before sitting back up and focusing back on the movie. 

As soon as the ending credits come on I stand up. 

"I'm gonna go to bed, night guys." I say. 

"But it's so early." Michael whines. 

"I know but I had a long day."

"Alright, night baby sister." 

I huff at his words. He knows I hate being called little sister. 

"Night Michael." I says, putting emphasis on his name, rather than saying his nickname. 

"Heyyy." He whines. 

I laugh and playfully roll my eyes before making my way to the stairs. "Night everyone!" I say before going upstairs.

I go into my room and collapse on my bed, pulling out my phone and going on twitter. After 20 minutes fly by I get up and quickly take off my pants and put on just an oversized shirt to sleep in. I walked over to my vanity and look into the mirror, taking my makeup off and putting my hair in a bun. 

"Enjoy the movie?" A voice says from my doorway. I hadn't realized I'd left my door open. 

"Jeez Luke, you scared me." I say, putting my hand over my heart. 

"Sorry about that." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. 

"What are you still doing here?" I say, trying to sound as nice as possible. 

"Oh, Michael said I could stay the night." He say. I nod my head. 

My phone buzzes. "That the boyfriend?" Luke asks, referring to the notification I got.

I look at my phone. It was a tweet I was mentioned in from Michael.

@MichaelClifford: Best night in a while! So glad my sister's in town, man. @MayClifford 

"Nope," I say popping the p. "Just Michael." I show him the tweet. 

"Wow that jerk! He didn't even tag me!" Luke says, pretending to be deeply offended. 

"That's because you're not his sister, dummy." I say giggling. 

"Yeah but still! I'm his best friend. Give me your phone, i'm tweeting him back!" Luke says, snatching my phone from my hand. 

"Where's your phone?" I ask. 

"Downstairs." He says, typing away on the keyboard. 

"What are you doing?" I ask, looking over on the screen.

"Tweeting him back." Luke says as he signs onto his account and types in Michael's twitter name. He finds the tweet and replies;

@LukeHemmo: @MichaelClifford you dick, I was there too. @ me too next time.

He sends the tweet and immediately clicks the settings button the twitter app that shows the multiple accounts signed into. He clicks on my twitter and clicks compose tweet. 

"Luke what are you doing! Give me my phone!" I laugh as I tried to get my phone back. 

He holds it high as he continues to tweet something. I try jumping for it but it was no use. This kid was like 10 feet tall.

"Luke" I whine, dragging his name on. 

"May" He whines back, dragging my name on too. 

"Give me my phone!" I say, jumping up and trying to get it again. I hit his arm, making him fumble my phone and dropping it on the phone.

I go to grab it off the floor before Luke grabs me by my waist and picks me up. 

"Nope, you're not getting it back!" Luke says as he carries me away from my possibly shattered phone. 

"But it might be shattered." I groan. 

"But you'll delete the tweet." He whines. 

"I won't delete it if you let me go!" I say, trying to squirm out of his grasp. 

He quickly spins me around so I face him. Our faces are inches apart, for the second time tonight. 

"Promise?" He asks lowly, looking into my eyes. 

It was so hard not to get lost in this boy's deep blue eyes. 

"Promise." I say back, almost in a whisper. 

"Okay." He stares back at me and looks at my lips quickly before looking back up at my eyes immediately. I knew if I didn't pull away now then we would have a repeat of what happened in his room.

I pull away and go to get my phone off the ground. I pick it up, turning it over to reveal a perfect screen with no cracks. 

"You're lucky, Hemmings. It's not shattered." I say looking at him. He stand there basically frozen. "Luke?" I ask, breaking him out of his thoughts. 

"Huh? Oh, good." He says. 

"You okay?" I ask. 

"Yeah of course. I should probably get back to Michael." Luke says, starting towards the door of my bedroom. 

"Wait, why'd you come to my room in the first place?" I ask him. 

He turns around to face me. "Just wanted to say good night. So good night." He smiles. 

"Good night." I reply, smiling back at him. 

"Don't break the promise." Luke says before walking out of my room. 

The tweet, right. I quickly unlock my phone and open my twitter app. I look at my most recent tweet that says, "@LukeHemmo is the hottest guy I've ever seen holy shit my brother sure knows how to pick friends ;)" I roll my eyes and laugh to myself. I sit back at my vanity and finish taking my makeup off before climbing into bed. I look again at the tweet that Luke tweeted on my account and get a mention.

@LukeHemmo: @MayClifford woah stop flirting with me!!1!!11! ;-)

I retweet the tweet and reply;

@MayClifford: @LukeHemmo ew don't put a nose in a smiley face that's weird.

He replies almost instantly, right after retweeting my tweet;

@LukeHemmo: @MayClifford it's not a smiley face, it's a winky face you dork ;-) HA I PUT THE NOSE AGAIN

I retweet it and reply;

@MayClifford: That's it i'm blocking you!!

He replies faster than last time;

@LukeHemmo: @MayClifford NO I'M SORRY! :( Look, I even did no nose this time!

I laugh and retweet it, but don't reply this time. I was dead tired and needed some sleep. I lock my phone and put it on the table beside my bed. I'm glad I didn't leave. Not just because of Michael but, because of Luke too.

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A/N OKAY SO I KNOW THIS CHAPTER WAS KIND OF BORING BUT GIVE IT SOME TIME OK X