Tally Tale 卌 [DISCONTINUED]

Sixteen

Quick dedication to TheGirlWhoCriedSGFG who is one of my best internet friends atm and chose out of 2 which should be the new cover. She is a really great person and deserves a lot. And never once has she replied with "K" or "Lol" which automatically puts a person ahead of the pack.

OH I FOUND THIS PHOTO AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I HAVENT SEEN IT BEFORE EVER SERIOUSLY THIS PHOTO IS BEAUTIFUL

After Harry leaves to find Mali, there's a silence in the room. I close my eyes a nuzzle further into Calum's neck. Calum strikes my back, putting his other arm to around me to rub my side.

(Again, Cashton shippers, I am so sorry)

"Hey Ashton?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

(Cashton shippers, I did that one on purpose. Just for you.)

X•X•X•X

I hear the door creak open. I shift my head to look in the direction to see Mali enter the room, followed by Harry carrying a camera.

"Hi." I croak. Calum's snore follows my greeting directly after.

"Hey." Mali smiles. "You alright?"

"I'm fine." I reply. "Perfectly fine."

"How's Calum?" She asks.

"Last thing he said was 'I love you' so I assume he's doing okay." I smile shyly.

"Awh." Mali walks closer, sitting in the chair beside the bed.

"Hey Harry, what's with the camera?"

"Filming." He replies, shrugging. He walks closer, grinning. "Smile, Ash!"

I whine playfully and hide my face in Calum's neck. Mali laughs when Calum's next snore resembles a motorcycle's engine. I giggle into his neck and Calum twitches. He groans as he wakes up.

"Mornin'." I mumble, hugging him tighter.

"Mid afternoon." Mali corrects. "You feeling okay?"

"Better than I have in months." Calum replies, stretching. I decide to change my position and sit up, petting Calum's hair beside my left thigh. Calum sighs contently, closing his eyes.

Several long moments pass.

"For the record, I'm not going to sleep again. I've had enough of that today." Calum mutters. I huff in a way that resembles a laugh.

(I have no idea how else to describe that thing. You know what I'm talking about? "Ha" but it's short and your mouth doesn't open and you don't use your vocal chords and it's literally just breathing out air but it sounds like a laugh? That thing.)

"Well, we can get going soon." Harry says.

"All of us?" Calum sounds hopeful.

"We have to pick up your prescription but yeah." Mali says.

"What prescription?"

"You attempted suicide, Calum. You have to take anti-depressants."

(I assume that's how it works. I mean, in all logical sense, you wouldn't be shipped off to the mental place or something just yet. You'd have to attempt multiple times and seem to have no other option. Or you'd have to have another disorder like extreme anorexia. I believe it's a last resort thing.)

"And therapy is recommended but that's with your permission since you're older than 18." Harry adds.

(Again, assumption.)

I look at Calum. His eyebrows furrow and he ponders the though. He looks up at me as if to say what do you think?

"It doesn't hurt to try. If you don't like it or if it isn't doing anything, you can stop, okay?" I say quietly. Calum smiles softly and looks back to Harry and Mali.

"I'll do it, then."

"Alright. We'll leave in about 20 minutes." Mali says. "I have to fill out some papers. Harry? Do you want to come?"

(Assumption.)

"Yeah." Harry nods. Harry gives me the camera. "Film anything you want but don't stop the film, okay? The girl said to film your life and that's what we're going to do."

"Okay."

Harry gives me a quick and awkward hug and walks out the door with Mali.

I take a moment to examine the video camera, which is currently filming my legs. I point the camera to the closed-eyed Calum.

"Hi Calum." I say cutely. He opens his eyes and sees the lens.

"Ashton." He groans. I giggle and continue to film him, despite his inaccurate attempts to slap the camera away. He eventually hides his face in the pillow and I straddle his side. I look down on him and poke his neck.

"Hey Calum."

"What."

"Calum." Poke.

"What do you want?"

"Calum." Poke.

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

"No I don't."

"I just said that." I whine.

"I know you did."

"You're being difficult." I huff.

"Are you going to stop being annoying?"

"No."

"Then I'll keep being difficult."

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

X•X•X•X

(Fake authors note bc I know it's annoying.)

(Just kidding, this is the end of the chapter. I'm allowed to talk.

If you're wondering yes I'm an annoying little shit to my friends but all teachers love me and all the adults that meet me tell my mom that I'm "very mature and ladylike" as I'm with my friends slapping me because I burped.

*insert dancing trollface*

Alright back to serious shit.

*piece of poop with a suit on*

Nah I have nothing serious to say. I've just been wasting your time.)