I'm Supposed To Hate You ||Malum AU||

Chapter 32

Iconic.

Michael woke up with his head on Calum's chest, one of Calum's tanned arms wrapped around his waist loosely. Calum was fast asleep, his lips parted slightly and Michael found himself staring at him fondly. Michael had to admit, Calum was really goddamn cute when he was sleeping.

Although he needed to wake up so he could get ready for school, Michael remained in bed next to Calum, appreciating the feeling of having Calum's arm wrapped around him. But he would never admit to anyone else that he could get used to it.

Calum shifted next to him, groaning sleepily as he woke up. He looked on Michael, who had moved slightly so his head was resting on Calum's shoulder instead of his chest.

"Morning." He mumbled, rubbing his eye. Michael moved away from his shoulder awkwardly, slightly embarrassed about what he had just thought. Calum couldn't read minds but Michael didn't want anyone knowing that he actually liked Calum Hood.

"You okay?" Calum asked.

"Yeah, I just can't feel my arm." Michael lied. His arm was fine.

"You can't fell your arm. I've had your full body weight on mine all night and you're not light." Calum replied, removing his arm from around Michael's waist.

"I didn't ask you to wrap your arms around me, your body just subconsciously can't resist me." Michael said, wiggling his eyebrows. Calum shoved him with his non-numb arm, letting out a noise of disgust.

"It's too early in the morning for your shit Michael."

"You love it really." Michael responded, pushing himself into a sitting position. "You want to wake up to my shit every morning. Don't try to deny it, I don't blame you, I mean look at me."

"You're are such a cocky asshole." Calum muttered, shaking his head. "You compliment yourself more than you compliment anyone else."

"Nobody else appreciates how much of a wonderful person I am as much as I do."

"They don't get a chance to because they can't get a nice word in over you being a egotistical little shit."

"That's a big word for - 7:40 on a Friday morning." Michael laughed, checking his phone, which was on the bedside table, halfway through the sentence.

"Only two days left with you." Calum announced happily, throwing his hands up in the air triumphantly.

"You're going miss having me in your room."

"Whatever keeps your bighead inflated." Calum mumbled as he rolled over onto his side to face the wall. "You get ready for school, I'm gonna sleep for a little longer."

"Oh no you're not." Michael replied, getting out of bed and standing up. He grabbed Calum's legs and hauled him out from under the duvet. Calum tried to fight him but Michael was more awake than he was and he fell onto the floor with a thump.

"Ow!!"

"Karma's a bitch." Michael smirked, before walking out of the room to get changed, leaving Calum on the floor holding his side.

"I hate you Michael Clifford." Calum groaned. "I really do."
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"Why are you limping buddy?" Michael asked innocently as they walked to school.