Calum:
"How does he even manage to sleep on such a small couch?" You questioned in wonder while looking down at him with a warm smile, removing some of the curls sticking to sweaty forehead. His cheeks were flushed in a deep shade of red and his breathing was uneven due to his stuffed nose. "He's sick Y/N and we're in a dressing room, what did you expect?" Michael chirped in and looked up from his phone shortly. "I expected him at least to shove me away from the couch so he wouldn't have to be crowded in the other end in a fetus position." Michael grinned slightly by your words while shaking his head and readjusted the snapback on his head. You looked down at Calum again by the sudden movement he was making, probably by the voices, and your eyes widened slightly when his hand came up innocently to your chest. Your eyes widened slightly by his sudden sleepy action, his jaw falling slightly. "Well that was fucking smoothly done." You looked away by Michael's sudden comment and laughed so hard the whole couch was shaking. Trying your best to remove Calum's hand from your boob without waking him up you failed miserably. "What is going on?" He questioned confused and furrowed his dark eyebrows. You looked over at Michael shortly trying to make him zip while looking back at Calum with an innocent smile. "Nothing Cal. Just go back to sleep."
Michael:
"Come on Y/N, is that all you've got?" He yelled loud over the music while swinging his arms in the air to the beat of the music, the cup in his hand fully empty. You lifted your hand in the air to show your middle finger while trying to drown down the beer in your glass, feeling completely defeated by his fast drinking. "It's not fair you're totally cheating!" You yelled back after taking a short break to catch your breath, still having remains in the glass. Michael looked at you with wide eyes in pure innocence but the drops of beer still lingering on his chin along with huge stains on his t-shirt clearly spoiled otherwise. "Listen Y/N, you just gotta realiz-" He stopped in track when he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you into his side, but his arm being too high and brushing the side of your boob. "Well that is definitely an accident that I don't regret right now and luckily won't remember in the morning." He winked and moved his hand down to your hip instead apologizing. Rolling your eyes by his small action you raised your glass in the air and clinked with his. "Cheers, mate."
