"It's Not Love If It Hurts" //5sos

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"I made scrambled eggs, your favorite," Annie grinned.

Calum was not a morning person. His breath reeked, his hair was a mess, and his entire body was achy. It didn't make sense, what with him waking up early every day of tour, but he blamed it on the bus. It wasn't the same, sleeping in a normal bed. He slept best on the bus, on his little bunk with the curtain pulled back, his own little world. Nothing existed in his bunk except him, his phone, and sleep. And, occasionally, Luke.

But he wasn't in the tour bus, he was standing in the kitchen, his morning breath practically poisonous, with a beautiful girl standing behind the stove making eggs.

"Scrambled eggs aren't my favorite," he grumbled, confused. Annie knew that.

She giggled. "I know. I was looking through twitter this morning, since I got up early, and I watched your drunk livestream again. You said something about eggs, didn't you?" She tapped her chin teasingly, as if trying to remember just what he'd said about scrambled eggs.

"I said that I'd like to eat them off your naked body," he said monotone. "And I still haven't lived it down."

He checked the eggs, Annie stepping back to give him space. Scowling, Calum added more salt.

It was true, he hadn't lived it down yet. The first signing they had with the fans after that livestream, almost all of them had teased him about the eggs. And of course none of the boys or Annie would ever let him live it down.

Annie nodded, as if remembering. "Yeah, I think that was it."

"If we're going to quote that livestream, then I'd like to remind you that I also said that you make horrible eggs," he added, still not cracking a smile (EGG PUN).

Annie shoved him playfully. "And now, I have redeemed myself. These eggs are obviously perfect."

"No, you've just proved my point," he replied, the corners of his lips twitching up in a smile as he quickly turned off the heat under the pan. "Because these eggs are clearly burnt on the bottoms."

Pouting, Annie crossed her arms. "So mean."

Calum considered, then on seemingly a sudden impulse, spun around and kissed Annie, dipping her. When they pulled apart, Annie's cheeks were red, but she still managed a snarky "I don't know what world you live in, but not everything can be fixed with kisses."

"I don't know what world you live in that eggs are cooked on high heat, but it ain't this one," he laughed, kissing her again.

"Your breathe smells."

"You still don't know how to make eggs."

"I love you."

"How do we always end arguments like this?"

Then they kissed again, because they were stupid and Annie liked the way he was holding her and Calum was just a little turned on by the smell of burnt eggs.