invisible ; malum [completed]

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a/n: the boys' outfits above, but imagine cute little calum with curly hair and no streaks in his and mikey with his stubble and bright red hair

the song above; listen to it when time (you'll know when)

songs i listened to while writing:
is there somebody who can watch you - the 1975
scene one - james dean & audrey hepburn - sleeping with sirens
paradise - tove lo

also this is the longest chapter i've ever written in a book (3k+ words), so you better enjoy it 😂❤️ literally no drama just cuteness and other stuff :-)

i for real need to stop updating but like i have the rest of the book written and i just want to kind of finish it so i can finally mark it as completed aHHH i'm so excited

well enjoy the chapter now bye

» calum

yesterday was extremely hectic.

i had finally met ashton irwin, mikey's best friend, and to say i was nervous was an understatement.

i know how much mikey values ashton's opinion, so if ashton felt bad about me, i had thought mikey would, too.

however, the meet-up at the diner went pretty well; at first i was intimidated by ashton because although he is shorter than mikey and barely taller than me, he is remarkably brawny and built well.

we got down to talking, however, and talked about one thing we have very much in common: michael himself.

while we talked, michael didn't pay attention, and i could feel his jade green eyes on me, making me blush every so often.

i'm not used to people looking at me, even noticing me at all, so when michael fixes his intense stare on me, of course i get jittery.

one thing i noticed about michael is that he's very clingy; not in a bad way where he texts me five times in a minute, but in the manner of always having his hands on me somehow.

he either had a hand on my thigh, in my curly hair, or clasping my own, and i loved every second of it. i never felt so loved.

today, mikey is coming over to properly meet my mother, and i'm not nervous for michael because i know that my mom will approve of him.

he can be really polite and charming around parents, it's just part of his charisma.

i am nervous that my mother will scare off michael though; she is really sweet, but she can also be very terrifying and overprotective, like a mama bear.

speaking of, she yells my name and says something about helping her with dinner.

i groan but traipse my way down the hallway, following my mother's voice into the kitchen.

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"mom, i need to go get dressed," i tell her when i'm done mashing potatoes.

she waves me off, saying, "go, go. i got this."

i dash to my room and open my closet door.

after throwing several articles of clothing on the bed, i settle on a blue t-shirt with black skinny jeans and a black jacket to pull it all together.

i look at myself in the mirror, attempting to comb my hair down by licking my fingers and petting it like a cat.

i sigh and give up, knowing i will never be able to get my hair to look how i want it to.