Michael: "You're taking forever! It's been a million minutes, Y/N!" Mikey complains. "Give me a second!" You yell back applying a layer of mascara. "One!" Mikey counts and complains again, "It's been a second!" You can't argue because you did say a second, and he's too damn cute. "Michael Gordon Clifford! You want to try this?! It takes longer than a second." You yell allowing a few giggles to escape. "Yes." Michael appears in the doorway. "Yes what?" You ask. "I wanna try." Michael smiles and walks over to you and your makeup. "What? You want to do my makeup?" You ask looking at him to see if he's serious. "Mmhm." He nods and pushes you gently onto the stool. He picks up the mascara and applies it to your eyelashes from the top. "I'm pretty sure that's how you do it." He says with his tongue creeping out of his mouth as he concentrates. When you giggle he whines about you moving and goes back to applying silver eye shadow on your cheeks. When you look in the mirror you look like a clown that fell in the water. You gasp and giggle at Michael's work. All you can think about is how adorable your Michael is, you connect your lips with his and remind him of how much you love him.
Calum: "Why aren't we done shopping again?" Calum complains carrying all of your bags and following you to the Mac store in the mall. "Because, I'm low on makeup and I need it for Y/F/N's wedding." You answer heading your way into the store. Calum follows you as you pick up the makeup you need. Just in case, you add up the price of all your makeup and it comes out bigger than you anticipated. "Wow." Calum says surprised, "makeup is expensive. You don't need it." He grabs the makeup from the store bag and puts it behind his back. "Cal, give it back. I need it." You sigh sticking your hand out. "No, you don't need makeup, your beautiful just the way you are." Calum wraps his arms around your waist and whispers Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars in your ear. You manage to grab the bag from behind him and rush to the register. "No!" Calum says picking you up by the waist and throwing you over his shoulder, and walking out of the store. "Cal! I need it!" You yell kicking. "No, Y/N! I don't see why you can't leave the house with your natural beauty!" Calum says calmly putting you down. "Because I look like I have polka dot patterned face without it!" You walk past him and into the store, but he turns you back around. "No! C'mere." He pulls you in and connects his lips with yours. "You don't need it." He says between kisses. "Okay." You give in remembering that you can just get it tomorrow while Cal is at practice.
