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nineteen: his aunt got hit by a bus

nineteen: his aunt got hit bye a bus

third person: calum

calum and the rest of the boys were on that plane for 15 hours, one of the flight attendants was fan so it was really nice. calum and michael were sat next to each other, they were talking to each other about random stuff, like always. after the plane landed, they met fans, some of them were a bit shy, others, very outgoing. they were currently in the car, driving toward the hotel.

"we're here, someone wake luke up." dave said, nodding his head toward the blonde boy. ((a/n: is luke even blonde anymore??))

"luke!" michael yelled in his ear causing him to let out a loud groan.

"anyway, get your backpacks, and be ready for some slight mobbing." Dave said, grabbing his duffle bag.

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"alright, listen up ladies," max said giving the australians an unamused look.

"max, what th-" lola tried to ask, but got cut off by max.

"where in the fuck is thomas? i mean he is my best internet friend, so where is he?" max asked, crossing her arms looking around. they were all inside of lashton's hotel room, just discussing random things.

"uh..." calum stood there, trying to come with an excuse, while the rest just stared everywhere but the two of them.

"um, thomas couldn't make it, his aunt got hit by a bus, so he's back in australia." michael quickly responded.

"what?! really? why didn't he tell me this?!"

"hes probably dealing with it, he was crying when he found out."

"oh."

"well, 'sup bitches!" max gave them a peace sign.

calum took in max's appearance, the shirt she was wearing was slightly tight on her, and her black skinny jeans were also tight on her. his eyes traveled from her sides, to her round hips, oh how he wished to grab her by them and push her against the wall. her hair was down, tucked behind her ears. sine strands hung loosely adorning her face. her full, rosy lips moved as she conversed with luke about his lost lip ring. calum couldn't help but bite his lip at the sight.

max turned to calum, furrowing her eyebrows.

why the fuck is dad staring at me like that?

calum smirked, watching her walk over to him.

"well hello, little miss 'calum's hands can choke me'." he grinned, watching her slowly give him the middle finger.

"but seriously i'd let you choke me any day."

"oh, is that so?"

"mhm."

"maybe we could test that out one day." calum winked, while max sat there dumbfounded.

"fucking hel-"