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•He finds out you like him• (Malum)

Calum
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Bounding through the front door to my flat complex, I managed to smack bang into my neighbour, Eddie.
"Sorry!" I yelled, already miles ahead and not stopping for a moment.
I couldn't believe I found them, they had stopped selling them everywhere! He was going to be so delighted, I could barely contain my excitement.
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I wasn't sure which part I was most excited for; the crinkles that form next to his eyes when he smiles; or that adorable smile itself. Whichever part, I was just bursting for him to see my surprise. I clambered up the last few steps and practically ran through our front door and into the apartment. "Cal?" I called, searching the kitchen and lounge. He was in neither area but I knew he was home. His surprise in hand, I continued my search to his bedroom, not bothering to knock as I pushed open the unstable door.
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Ahah! There he was.
"Why are you in the dark?" I questioned, flicking on the light.
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"What the hell, (Y/N)?" Calum snapped, my heart dropped like a stone as I realised the situation. He was not alone. There was a girl.
A girl. In his bed.
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I retreated, flicking the switch once more. My mind was everywhere and so were my insides. I  was plunged into the bitter depths of jealousy and heartbreak.
"I'm so sorry, oh god." I mumbled, turning and frantically rushing into the kitchen to find a seat.
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I thought . . . I thought maybe he liked me too, I thought that . . . I don't know what I thought. My fingers reached to my forehead as I tried to push out the bad thoughts. Maybe it had just been wishful thinking. All those nights staying up together and talking of anything and everything, him comforting me if I'd had a bad day, cuddling up whilst watching films, it all felt so real. So mutual. Where had I gone wrong?
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My heart only broke further some time later when the mystery girl appeared. Turns out she wasn't so mystery after all. She knew me through a friend, worse than that, she knew how I felt about him. Everyone who knew me did. My blood turned hot as I became angry. She smirked in my direction to let me knew she was proud of what she did, there was no shame in hurting my feelings. She left and Calum followed suit.
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"I'm sorry I shouted." He mumbled, his cheeks pink, before I could apologise.
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I shrugged, unable to meet his eyes. "It's fine."
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"Okay." He paused, testing the waters to see if there was anything I wanted to say. My lips pressed shut as I stared hard at the floor, my eyes were rapidly clouding up.
"So, do you want to watch the next episode?" He asked, referring to the Netflix show we had been hooked on recently.
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Shaking my head, I forced up my weak body, turning to my room. "I've got work to do."
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The moment my door was shut, I collapsed onto my lumpy mattress and pulled up my knees, hugging them to my chest as the tears finally released. I sobbed silently into my trousers, unable to process what had just happened.
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"You found them!" Calum exclaimed, bursting into my room. Reminding me that I'd left his special sweets on the side. This was what I'd been waiting for, right? This reaction?
". . . (Y/N)? What's wrong?" He asked, confusion and concern evident in his voice.
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"Oh it's okay, just my brother rang, I really miss him." I wiped my sodden eyes and forced a smile. "I'm glad you like the sweets."
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Calum was not convinced. He helped himself to the spot next to me, his hand landing on my shoulder. "Come on, what's wrong?"
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I opened my mouth to defend my story, but instead, this time an audible sob escaped and I fell into another round of tears.
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"Hey, hey." He comforted, scooting closer and wrapping an arm around me. "I don't understand, you seemed fine until . . . Oh." He finally understood and I felt him hesitate. My skin turned to lava as I quickly became humiliated. This was the worst. Now he knew and he doesn't like me back and we will probably have to move because it will just get too awkward and I'll never see him again and-"
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"Do you - um, do you want to talk about it?" He asked awkwardly, unsure of what to say. I shook my head firmly. Why the hell would I want to talk about this? I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. That's what I wanted.
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He breathed deeply.
"I'm so sorry, I had no idea, I would never -"
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"I know you didn't mean to hurt me." I interrupted.
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"No." He shook his head. "I would never have even kissed anyone else if I had known. I've liked you practically since you moved in, (Y/N). I just thought you knew and didn't like me back. I've been trying to get over you so we can still be friends." He admitted, watching my reaction as his eyes mixed with mine.
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"Really?" I asked, butterflies erupting from all parts of my body.
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"Really." he smiled, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine.

Michael
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"It's crazy outside." I laughed as Michael shook his head like a wet puppy, droplets of water spraying everywhere.
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It had been a lovely day, but then there was a random outburst of hail, followed by a complete downpour of thunder and rain. We were utterly drenched to the point that our feet squelched with each step.
"Rock, paper, scissors for first shower?" Mikey asked, hanging both of our coats on my radiator.
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"Okay." I obliged holding out my palm ready.
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"No no, you always cheat." He scowled. "Close your eyes."
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"What?" I pouted out my lower lip, that's just not fair! His expression didn't change and I knew there was no way that I would change his mind. Sighing, I held out my hand once more and pressed my eyes tightly shut.
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He shuffled before me, presumably getting his hand ready too. "Okay, now rock, paper, SIKE!" He yelled and I opened my eyes in a flash to see him darting up the stairs towards my bedroom.
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"Mikey!" I yelled, bounding up after him, only to be met by my own bathroom door slamming in my face.
Knowing I was defeated, I rolled my eyes and went downstairs to make a hot drink and grab some blankets.
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Michael had been way to long in the shower by now, it had been over forty five minutes and I was freezing to death. Deciding to investigate, I trekked back up the stairs and into my bedroom. "Mikey, what's taking so- hey you aren't even in the shower, why didn't you tell me?"
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"Why didn't you tell me?" He mumbled, not turning around to face me. He remained sunken in my bed, his shoulders hunched over.
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Beyond confused I walked forward another step. "I don't understand." I laughed a little, suddenly feeling awkward and uncertain. It felt tense and I wondered if he was planning to jump scare me, or something of that nature.
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I heard a page turn and my stomach dropped. No. No! He couldn't have, I left it . . . Oh my god I left it out! I left my diary out!
"You're reading my diary?" I exploded, scrambling forward to snatch it off him. I don't know why, the damage was done. He knew how I felt and I couldn't have felt more embarrassed and distraught and afraid all at the same time.
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He held it up in the air like the jerk he was and I focuses solemnly on my cream carpet.
"You've felt this way for months and you haven't told me."
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I could feel his eyes burning into my scalp and tears were prickling my own.
"You can leave if you want." I mumbled, barely above a whisper.
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"What? . . . Why would I leave?" He questioned, surprising me a little.
"I want to know why you never told me." He demanded and I couldn't think of a single excuse.
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"Because I knew you didn't feel the same and I was afraid it would ruin everything, okay?" I snapped, turning my body completely away and not knowing which room to run to. The wet tears had now not only drenched my cheeks but were making tracks to my top.
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"How do you know I don't feel that way about you?" He asked, reaching out and landing his hand on my upper arm. "Please look at me,
(Y/N). It's okay." He assured.
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He was wrong. How could it ever be okay? Why hadn't I hidden it?
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"It's okay." He repeated and I heard him breathe deeply. "You're wrong you know. About how I feel." I turned my head a little, intrigued as to where he was going with this.
"I like you. A lot actually." He admitted, taking my hand and pulling me closer. "That's why I'm mad you never said anything."
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"You didn't either!" I argued, hiding how my heart had just triple flipped with joy. He rolled his eyes playfully, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from my cheeks and bent down to give me the best kiss I'd ever received.