Tally Tale 卌 [DISCONTINUED]

Seventeen

Angel Calum?

Angel Calum.

I'll put Angel Ash and Luke and Michael in later on too

Seriously, the best thing you can do with Photoshop is put angel wings on people that deserve angel wings

Now y'all are probably not like "Janine why are you updating so much at legit the busiest time of the year for school synchro and music?"

Idk.

Anyways this is gonna be a cute and fun chapter with little if any sad stuff.

You're welcome, Sara.

Currently back at Harry's house.

"What should we have for dinner?" Harry hums as he opens the worn out stained white fridge to look inside. Barely anything rests inside.

"Just get canned soup. It'll be fine." Mali says, walking into the kitchen. "All of us don't care what we eat and none of us have insane appetites."

"Okay." Harry mutters, seeing Mali has walked out of the room as fast as she walked in. He closes the fridge and opens the cupboard. Harry pauses and turns to me, in all my slouched glory, sitting on the kitchen table with my legs swinging and my camera in my hands.

"Ashton, why are you filming me do this?" He sighs, running his hand through his hair.

"I'm bored and I have nothing else to film." I whine.

"Go film Calum or Mali or something." Harry waves me off lazily, turning back and searching a cupboard.

"Fine." I huff, jumping off the table and walking out of the kitchen.

X•X•X•X

"Calum."

"Ashton."

"Calum."

"Ashton."

"Calum."

"Ashton."

"Calum."

"Ashton."

Calum and I lay on the golden guest bed facing the ceiling. I film the ceiling, in all its boring glory.

"Calum." I say.

"Ashton." He replies.

"Calum."

"Ashton."

"I told you to film something else and this is what you film?" Harry scoffs, walking in. I turn the camera to him, watching him through the screen.

"I told you I'm bored." I shrug.

"Then why don't you fix that problem?"

"I'm too lazy."

"God you must've been such an annoying toddler." Harry mumbles as he leaves the room.

"Ashton."

"Calum."

"Want to do something?" Calum asks, sitting up and looking at me. I subtly film half of his face.

"What?"

"Let's work out."

"Is that what we used to do?" I question, sitting up to face him.

"When we weren't annoying someone or tired as hell or doing music stuff then yeah." Calum smiles, standing up.

"Music stuff?"

"20 push-ups, high five each other in between, go!" Calum giggles.

"No I need to film this!" I say, frantically getting up from the bed. "And I need better clothes than this!"

"Fine." Calum pouts, crossing his arms. "If we must."

"Because working out in a long sleeved shirt and skinny jeans is always a good idea, Calum." I say sarcastically. I give him the camera. "Film what you want."

"Okay." Calum says, examining the device. He points it to me and shoos me away, telling me to get my stylish ass into manly workout clothes.

I shake my head in amusement and walk out of the room, pausing just out the doorframe.

"HARRY!" I scream. "I NEED CLOTHES. NOW."

X•X•X•X

"How much longer?" I whine, shaking in my plank position. My breaths are ragged, I got rid of my shirt a little while ago, sweat is dripping down every inch of my skin, every muscle hurts as it clenches to hold plank.

"15 seconds." Calum gasps out. "Then....we're....done."

"Ten."

I take a shaky breath, making sure to make it a deep breath.

"Five... four... three... two... one... and down." Calum counts down. I sigh in relief and collapse onto the floor, groaning.

"Why did I agree to this?" I breath out, taking in lungfuls of air.

"Why did I suggest this?" Calum groans.

"Everything hurts." I whine.

"I stink."

"I can't move."

"What is this? Complaining.com? Get your asses up and come get dinner. With a shirt on." Mali orders from the doorway. I mumble into my arm.

"What?" She asks, not realizing she actually cut me off.

"If I stand, I will fall. I will probably hit my head which will cause me to pass out. I'll wake up in hospital yet again due to a concussion. So let's all be safe and just leave my soup on the table so I can get it later." I explain slowly.

"I second that." Calum mutters.

"Fine." Mali sighs, walking out.

"Ouch." I groan.

"I second that."