A Christmas Miracle | Malum

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A/N: The photo above is the sweaters Luke and Ashton made (I got lazy so I didn't make them look perfect but yeah thats how they look in the story but pretend they're better okay!!!!

Michael walked into his house and rolled his eyes the second his feet hit something. The boy glanced down at what was sitting in front of his porch and of course, there was a note attached to it. The green haired lad shook his head and picked the package up with his hands, then brought it inside with him.

There were now seven, six almost, days left until Christmas. Michael figured he would just set the package under his miniature Christmas tree that he still hasn't decorated yet, aside from adding a small touch of lights his mum lent him a while ago.

But he was too eager to see the sweaters, even though the idea was completely ridiculous. He still appreciated the fact that his friends put in so much effort to make something so little yet so big.

So he ripped the tape off of the note and began reading what was written. The handwriting was sloppy and the first person he could assume made it was Luke. He could be wrong, though.

"This is your Christmas present from us you bastard. Be sure to give Calum his, because we spent like four and a half hours making some crappy sweaters for you. Oh and if you turn this paper over, you'll see the sweaters Luke and I made for ourselves. We're matching, cute huh? Anyways, love ya Mike the Bike and we'll talk to you soon. Ashton XXX"

He was definitely wrong. Michael didn't expect him to have bad writing, as he's seen him write really well before. Maybe he was just in a hurry.

The boy tore the scotch tape off of the cardboard box and opened it as quickly as possible, being stunned to see two freshly knitted sweaters, one having Calums face on it that said "I love Calum" and the other having his own face saying "I love Michael."

It was adorable to say the least. And Michael knew exactly what he had to do before he went to sleep tonight.

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Calum wasn't expecting any visitors this late at night. He had just finished showering and ironing his shirt for another Christmas party he has to attend tomorrow. It has to look nice, because he volunteered to sing for the guests a couple of tunes.

The boy hung his shirt up on a hanger, then ran downstairs to greet whoever was foolishly ringing the doorbell repeatedly as if it were some type of beat on a brand new soundtrack.

"Michael?"

"Hi," Michael replied flustered. He was already wearing the sweater and was holding Calums, making the kiwi boy feel a bit suspicious and awkward.

"Uh, whats that your wearing?"

It was pretty obvious but he still didn't understand.

"Lashton made us these sweaters and I thought I'd give you yours cause you know, they're really cute and I'm already wearing mine."

He grabbed the sweater gently out of Michaels hand, examining every detail it had. There was a photo of Michael standing, his red hair being so flamboyant and that snapback making everything worse because he's already attractive enough. There were words on top of the sweater, I love Michael and Calum didn't know how to take that because he didn't exactly feel that way about the green haired boy.

"Before you say anything, I know its stupid. And I get that you don't like me in the way that I wish you could and that you're confused about what you want, but it'd really mean the world to me if you could just wear it."

"We'll see. Goodnight, Michael."

"Goodnight Calum."

Michael walked away satisfied, happily even when thinking about Calum wearing a sweater that had his face on it. But little did he know that the minute Calum shut the door, he threw it away.

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A/N: short chapter BC its just a filler and its five minutes to midnight and I'm still sad af so yeah hope you enjoyed the chapter!!

700 words this time!