Malum One Shots [COMPLETED]

《 Its Too Cold Outside, For Angels To Fly 》

{ It's Too Cold Outside, For Angels To Fly }
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I'm really exited to make this one c:
It's a little bit forward but you get the point :p , plus it means more Fluff for you guys >-<
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Summary:
Calum is a prostitute and one night Michael finds him in the cold and brings him to his house but not for sex, basically fluff and they get closer.
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Calums POV

My lips were so chapped and my body couldn't quit shivering. I was sitting on the corner of the street waiting for somebody to pay me to pleasure them.

I looked up at the sky and then back down at my feet. Bare feet.

The last guy I had took all of my things. Phone, shoes, some clothes. I'm alone. I always have been. I don't like to consider myself as a prostitute but what other words are out there?

All I am wearing is boxers and a t shirt. My legs are so cold I can barley feel them. I don't know how long I was staring at nothing until a car pulled up. It was an old beaten up truck and I stood up. There was a guy in there with blue hair and a ciggerette hanging out of his mouth. He got out of his car and walked up to me. "H-hi" I whispered. "Hey how long have you been out here?" He said.

"Why do you care?" I whimpered, really not in the mood to have sex or anything of that matter but I needed the money. "Come on." He grabbed my hand and led me to his vehicle. He turned the heat up high and started to drive off. "I'm Michael"

"Calum"

"Cool name" he said while taking a drag of his ciggerette. "So why were you out so late" I looked at him confused. "Why do you think?" I spat.

"You don't really like me huh?" He smiled a bit and turned the radio up. We pulled into a drive way and he got out of the car. He opened my door and I followed him into the house. He set his keys on the counter and I started to take off my shirt. "Whoa Calum no you don't have to do that" I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him. "I need the money Michael." He held his finger up and ran to a room which I'm guessing was his. He got a hoodie and sweatpants and gave them to me to put on.

"Can I t-take a shower?" I said quietly. "Yes of course" he led me into the bathroom and I took a decent amount of time washing myself.

Once i got confy amd cozy in the clothes i walked into the living room and Michael was sitting on the couch. One he spotted md he got up and he pulled out his wallet and took out 60 dollars. "No no I can't take that" I backed away but he only came closer. "Please" he whispered. "Take it" I shook my head. "No Michael i cant"

He sighed and pulled out another 20 dollar bill. "That's 80 dollars!" I said. He chuckled and handed it to me. "It's the least I can do" I smiled and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I didn't notice I was crying til now. "Thank you so much" he nodded and pulled away. He looked at me and smiled. "Stay here tonight"

"What?"

"Please? It's so cold out there love. You need to be warm" he walked to the kitchen and got a glass and some milk. "I-I don't wanna be a burden Mikey"

"Mikey?" My heart stopped for a moment because of how embarrassed I was. "Sorry I -sorry"

"Don't be. I like it Cal" my cheek grew hot from the petname.

"Why do you care?" I said after a while. We were sitting on his dining table, I had a glass of milk and he had a beer. "Hm?"

"I mean- why did you being me here?" I muttered. He stayed silent for a while and put his beer down. "I felt bad. I see you all the time on the streets, random guys or girls touching you. You always seem so uncomfortable. Like you belong somewhere else. I know you don't wanna live like that Cal. I know you deserve better. So I decided to help" my heart swelled up. No body has ever cared for me like that.

"T-Thank you" I whispered. "I- no one has ever cared for me, my parents left me when I was 16 and-"

"How old are you now?" He interrupted. "Uhm 17" I looked down, flushed with more embarrassment. "What about you?" He coughed before answering.

"21"

I nodded and drank some of my milk. He pulled out a ciggerette and lit it. "You smoke?" He asked. I shook my head. "No, my dad used to but I don't like it" he nodded.

"Understandable"

I yawned. "You tired?" I nodded and he got up. "Come on, you can sleep in my bed"

We got into his room and he shut the door. He had a queen sized bed with posters all on his walls. "I'll sleep on the couch you can't take my bed" I shook my head. "No it's okay you can sleep in your bed" he looked at me and sighed. "Calum"

"Michael"

"Please"

"I can't"

He chuckled and laid on the bed. "Only one solution then" he said. I raised an eyebrow. "We both sleep on the bed. " my heart started to race. Sure, I've only met this guy a couple hours ago but Michael was so amazing. He cared for me.

I got in to bed next to him and pulled the covers up to my chin. "This is the first time I've slept in a bed in almost a year" I whispered. I was laying on my back and Michael was on his side hovering over me. "Really?"

I nodded and laughed a little. He ran his hands in his hair and sighed. "Goodnight Calum"

"Goodnight Mikey"

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Yea it was a little bit forward but it's all fiction anyways! I hope you all liked it!

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