Royalty | Cake✔

C h a p t e r + s e v e n

Wrote this during my tech class :) We're working with lasers, and we can make them do really cool things like dance around and transmit sound and shit. It's really cool, but this was more important so yeah :))

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"So..." Michael awkwardly broke the silence as they drove to a small café Luke had suggested.

"Here," Ashton said, reaching down from the steering wheel and turning the radio on.

Paramore started playing, Calum grinning and immediately reaching from the backseat and turning it up even more. Luke giggled at Calum's excitement, while Ashton demanded that he sit back down in his seat and put his seat belt on.

Luke smirked. "I see little Mikey likes assertive Ashton."

"Wha- Shit!" Michael whisper-shouted, covering his crotch with his hands once he realized that little Mikey, indeed, was excited.

"Wow, Mike, real charming," Luke teased from the backseat.

"Shut up, Lucas," Michael muttered, red from embarrassment.

"How many time do I have to tell you, my name is not Lucas!"

"Sure it isn't..."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you and your face."

"Hey," Ashton interjected, "leave the fucking Luke to Calum."

Michael busted out laughing, while Luke and Calum turned bright red. Luckily, they arrived at the café as soon as Michael's laughter died down, making Luke and Calum rush out of the car.

When they reached the front entrance of the buildings, they both reached down for the door handle, them touching. They both retracted them immediately, looking away from each other and blushing a furious red.

Finally, after a few seconds, Calum reached down and pulled the door open. At first Luke thought, oh, he's not gonna be a gentleman... But then, Calum stepped back, holding it open for the boy in the floral shirt.

Luke gave Calum a small smile before walking through the doorway, giving Calum a scent of his Victoria Secret perfume, which smelt sweet and quite, well, girly. Calum grinned, following the boy inside, not even bothering to wait and hold the door open for Michael and Ashton who were walking up.

"He's so whipped," Michael chuckled, nudging Ashton.

"Tell me about it," he sighed. If Calum hsd been there to hear that, he'd responded to Ashton with 'Well, look who's talking!' Because, to be one hundred percent honest, Ashton was probably more whipped than any of them.