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Ashton:
You stumble into your apartment you share with Ashton around five in the morning. Your shift at the hospital had just gotten done. You spent the last twelve hours dealing with overdramatic patients, too many accidents, and beyond the normal amount of chaos in a normal shift. You were just glad to get back to your clean, quiet apartment and snuggle up against Ashton until it was time for him to go off to the studio. As soon as you flick on the first set of lights you freeze- Damnit Ashton!
The mess that was present before you left was supposed to be cleaned by time you got home. The laundry, which you assumed wasn't done, was supposed to be done, folded, and put away by time you stepped foot in the house. And there was a mess covering the lounge, kitchen, and dining area. And on top of that there was a passed out boy on the couch that wasn't Ashton. You walk angrily over to the sleeping boy and startle him awake.
"Wake up Michael." He stirs awake slowly and pries his tired eyes open. "What the hell are you doing here?" You ask. He shrugs his shoulders, pulls the blanket that's around him further over his body, and turns away from me.
"Just sleeping." He grumbles. You storm off to your shared bedroom and open the door. Ashton is sleeping on his side of the bed, arm sprawled over where you should be.
"Wake up." You order, shutting the door angrily. Ashton stirs awake when he hears you and sits up quickly, believing something was wrong.
"Are you okay? What happened?" He asks quickly, darting up from the bed. You cross your arms over your chest and shake your head.
"You didn't clean, you didn't do the laundry, and I doubt you put the engagement announcements in the mail." You say, trying to keep a calm composure. His eyes go wide and then narrow again. "I was up all night working my ass off with patients that didn't seem to want my help while you hang out with Michael, drinking and watching movies. I'm sleep deprived and all I wanted was to come home to a clean house and cuddle with my fiancé."
"Well I'm sorry that I had an equally hard day at work too and didn't feel like doing the housework when I got home. Instead, I wanted to unwind with my friend and hang out." You groan deeply and take Ashton by the shoulders. "Why do you blame this all on me, Y/N?" He yells as you drag his ass to the door. You open the door, kick him out of your room, and throw a pillow at his face.
"Have fun sharing the couch with Michael." You say before slamming the door shut and going over to your bed.
You awake the next morning to a clean house, the laundry done and put away, a wonderful smelling breakfast baked just for you, and the engagement announcements sent out in the mail.
Calum:
The front door pulls open quickly, hitting the wall behind it, and then proceeds to slam closed. You jump at the sound and sit up straight on the couch, your eyes no longer on the TV. Calum walks into the room, narrowed eyes and anger written all over his face, the morning newspaper in his hand.
