I Don't Even Know ❇ malum au

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Picture at top/side is Demon!Luke
I think I like Demon!Calum like so much more...
iDK, but yeah - if you wants, tells me what ya thinks about Demon!Luke in the comments...  It doesn't matter, tho I may not reply, but I will eventually read them     Xx

The boy was at my house in an instant, surprisingly.  I knew that he said he'd come, but I expected him to be half asleep or something.  I expected him to not even really know that he were even texting me.

But when I heard the frantic ringing of my doorbell, I knew better.

"God, Cal, y-you're gonna wake up t-the neighbors i-if you keep pressing that button," I chuckled sadly as I welcomed him into my home, once again.

"Holy shit; do you know how much that text scared me?"

I locked the door behind us, and we made our way to the kitchen, the boy catching his breath.

"Wh-why?" I asked sheepishly as I wiped at my eyes.  I didn't want him to see me crying.  Though, I knew that Ash was probably busy.  Knowing him, he was probably up pacing  the floor, worrying about a drum solo that he would have sometime in America.

He was always a worry-wart.

"I thought you were hurt, Mikey," he pouted, noticing my saddened expression.  I didn't mean to worry him; I just didn't know what to do.  I had to talk to someone - and I guessed that he was that someone.

"D-do you want anything t-to drink?"

He raised an eyebrow at me, showing a knowing look on his tan and slightly tired, yet worried face.

"E-eat maybe?"

"Tell me what's going on," he beckoned to me, nearing me slightly.  I sighed, leading him down to my room.  I didn't want to be in the same room that my father had basically just officially abandoned me in.

I went to walk into my room, but Calum quickly opened the door for me, then closing it behind us.  I forced a smile upon my lips as I sat on my bed, then running a hand through my hair.

God, every time he came over - I was always a mess.

He sat down next to me on the bed, looking at me with worried eyes.  Damn, his brown eyes looking worried - he looked like a little puppy.

"Um, i-it's a long st-story," I mumbled, hoping for him to not want to look into the matter anymore.

"It's a good thing I got time," he chuckled sweetly.  He really was a sweetheart.  I could only name two people in the world that would have came to my side at the time.

Ashton and Calum.

"M-my dad, he's being a dick.  Um, h-he's leaving me here wh-while he stays at a hotel.  H-he's says it's for work, though.  B-but, he hasn't been home in a l-long time.  And, h-he called me a pus-pussy - all cause I w-was upset."

Calum looked at me, a slight trace of confusion obvious on his face.  "What's his work?"

I frowned, not really understanding why he would want to know that much.  But, I went ahead and answered, "real-realtory."

"Um, he wouldn't need to stay in a hotel for that."

"I-I know. I-I mean - that's why I-I'm so upset, ya know?"  I felt the tears reemerging, my eyes stinging even more so than before.

"Wow.  That's pretty shitty, Mikey.  You deserve a better father than that," he pouted, scooting closer to me, wrapping an arm with two visible tattoes on it around my slumped shoulders.  "I'm sorry, that's your dad - I don't even know him.  I shouldn't have said that."

I shook my head and leaned further into his hold, "n-no.  It's true."

It was silent for a little while, just the sound off my unsteady breathing overtaking the complete silence.  I was crying, but not as hard as I was when my father first walked out.  I felt secure in this boy's hold.  I found it to be a rather sweet gesture - something a good friend would do.

It made me feel as though I had a chance in the world.

"I-I'm just a burden," I whimpered, not expecting him to hear me.  Not much of anybody had ever heard me before, so why would he?

"Don't say that," he whispered as he ruffled my hair a little, probably making it look even stupider than earlier.

"S-seriously.  I mean, I-I don't even talk correct sometimes.  And I-I made you come here."

He put his hand beneath my chin, making me look up at him.  "I came because I care.  And the way you talk - I think it's adorable.  You are anything but a fucking burden, Mikey."

I frowned, feeling guilty for him being there.  He didn't need to be with me.  Hell, I shouldn't had even texted him.  I probably woke him up.  "Y-you're just saying th-that."

"No, I'm not.  You don't know what I think," he smiled, pulling me into a hug.  I shoved my head into his shirt, automatically feeling better.  He was warm, while I was always cold.

"I-I need some sleep i-if I'm to make it to t-the party, tomorrow.  Well, later today, act-actually."

"I should stay with you.  You shouldn't be alone, and damn - do you know how cold you are?'

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I agreed to let him stay until it was time for us to go to the party.  He kept going on about how cold I was.  Which, he was right.  It felt as though I could freeze any second.

By this point, I was laying in bed while Calum was changing into a pair of my sweats.  Secretly, I admired the two tattoes that showed on his bare chest.  I wished that I could look that good.

All of a sudden, he plopped down onto the bed.  "Thanks for letting me wear your pants."

"T-they're not too big, a-are they?"  I was going to be embarrassed if he were to say yes.

"No, they're good," he smiled and cuddled up to me beneath the blanket.

"W-what are you d-doing?"

"You're cold as fuck, Mikey.  It's not weird, I promise.  I just don't want ya freezing."

I nodded, and turned over.  Next thing I knew, he was cuddled up to me from behind - exactly how Ashton was.  He was spooning me.  But I was too cold and tired to object.

"It's gonna work out," he whispered, drawing random patterns on my arm with his finger.  He pulled the cover up to where it was nearly covering our heads, and let out a sigh that seemed to be content.

"I promise."

I frowned and let out a few tears.  They weren't so much just tears of sadness, but I was tired.  And I really hoped that he was right.  I wanted things to work out.

He must've noticed my tears, because he pulled me impossibly closer to him.

"Kittens shouldn't cry."

A smile found it's way to my face as I relaxed in his warm hold.

"Thank you," I wasn't for sure if I said it, or if I was half asleep and meant it.  Though, either way - I really was thankful.

I was really warm, too.

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