"Who said you could touch my guitar!" Calum exclaimed when he walked into his room in search of his phone to find Michael sitting cross legged on his bed with the guitar on his lap.
"It's yours? I didn't know you could play." Michael said, looking up at Calum in shock.
"Of course is mine dipshit, this is my room!"
"It could just be stored in here," Michael countered, "I have a lot of stuff in my room that isn't mine."
"That doesn't answer the question, who said you could touch my guitar?!"
"I did."
"First my Xbox, now my guitar. Do have any respect for other people's belongings?"
"I don't break them!" Michael argued. "I'm not smashing your guitar against the wall. Your problem is that you don't trust me. You think I'm a horrible person but I'm not!"
"You're right I don't trust you because you haven't given me a reason to trust you." Calum snapped.
"You've known me for how long? 5 years, and you don't trust me?" Michael replied in a hurt voice, holding his hand over his heart.
"Yeah, 5 years that you've spent annoying the shit out of me." Calum retorted.
"Oh here we go again with the bloody sob story. You annoy me too. This is not one sided Calum. You are just as bad as I am, but at least I can admit it."
"So I'm the one at fault here. It's my fault that you took my guitar without asking is it?" Calum scoffed. "Fucking typical."
"For Gods sake, I'll put it back if that'll stop you getting your knickers in a twist." Michael groaned, placing Calum's guitar back in the corner where it usually sat. "You happy now?"
"As happy as I can get in your presence." Calum muttered, making Michael burst out laughing. Calum glared at him.
"Oh my god, that- that was amazing. 'As happy as I can get in your presence'". Michael wiped a fake tear from his eye, laughing hysterically.
"I hate you."
"G-glad to hear I-it buddy." Michael chuckled. Calum stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him, making Michael jump.
"Wait..Hood!" Michael shouted.
"What?" Calum yelled back from halfway down the stairs.
"Can I play your guitar?"
"Whatever, just don't break it."
"Thanks, and Calum?"
"What?" Calum groaned.
"Your phone is here."
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"I heard your guitar upstairs Calum, you haven't played it in a while. I didn't realise you were that good." Joy said to her son when they say down for dinner. Michael looked down at his plate, hiding his smirk.
"That wasn't me mum. That was Michael." Calum muttered.
"You're very good at it Michael."
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I'm Supposed To Hate You ||Malum AU||
FanfictionThere are some people on this planet that, from the moment you meet them, you can't stand. For Calum Hood, this was Michael Clifford, who was, in Calum's opinion, one of the most obnoxious people he had ever met. However, it seems he was the only p...
