Pretty Boys // cashton + muke \\

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Chapter 3 (edited May 2021)

Calum was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. He had multiple layers of clothing on, none of which matched. He stumbled over his own feet as he raced around the house, trying desperately to get ready for his date. There were only thirty minutes before Ashton would be there and he wasn't ready. His make up was a disaster, smudged and goopy because his mascara wouldn't cooperate, his lips were three different colors because he kept changing his shirt, and his favorite white pants were stained with red nail polish.

The boy groaned, running around his room in a search for a half decent outfit. Luke walked into the doorway, leaning against the door frame with raised eyebrows and his arms crossed over his chest.

"Why are you freaking out so much?" He asked. Calum didn't slow down nor pause his running around to look at Luke. Calum grabbed a wipe from his make up bag and started running it over his lips and eyes, scrubbing off the messy mascara and multiple layers of lipstick.

"Because Ashton will be here in half an hour and I am miles away from ready. I have no outfit choice, I can't do much with my make up, I'm probably stress sweating, and I am not fucking mentally prepared for this," Calum exclaimed, flailing his hands in exasperation, throwing himself on his bed with a shout.

"You barely know this guy. It's not like you'll lose much if it doesn't work out," Luke shrugged. Calum rolled his eyes, getting up to start pacing again.

"I'm not like you Luke, I don't see the world from this 'if it doesn't work out it's not a big deal' perspective. I see it from a 'if this doesn't end well the human race will burn' perspective. My stomach is churning with nerves because– and don't tell me I just met him because I'll kick you in the balls– I really like Ashton. I want to look good and I want this date to go well" Calum stomped his foot, weakly throwing his wipe at the wall with a grunt.

Luke sighed, walking up to Calum's closet and opening the double doors. He picked out a burgundy cropped spaghetti strap top and a pair of untainted black skinny jeans. He grabbed a nice black kimono and a pair of black lace up heels then shut the doors.

"Get up and let me do your makeup," Luke instructed, placing the outfit on the bed. The blonde grabbed Calum's makeup bag, sitting criss cross on the bed and turning Calum's head in his direction.

In under ten minutes, Luke managed to lightly coat Calum's face in foundation, create a smokey eye look with eyeshadow and mascara and a bit of eyeliner, and create a perfect shade of burgundy for his lips that matched the shirt. Just as Luke put the finishing touches on Calum's eyes, the doorbell rang, Calum's breath hitching.

"Get dressed and add a few accessories, I'll stall" Luke comforted with a warm smile. Calum nodded as the blonde left the room. Luke padded down the stairs in a pair of knee high socks, short shorts, and a crop top, his hair disheveled and his face free of make up. He walked up to the door, sliding the locks out of place and pulling it open. A tall honey haired man stood on the stoop with a nervous smile and a single pink rose in his shaky hands. A small frown replaced his smile when his eyes landed upon Luke.

"Is Calum here?" He asked, chewing on his lip.

"He's almost ready. Would you like to come in?" Luke asked, running a hand through his hair. Ashton nodded, stepping inside as he clutched the rose nervously. His palms were sweating and his own tie was seemingly suffocating him as he waited. Luke watched with a small smile as Ashton's eyes never left the staircase, his fingers twitching subconsciously against the rose.