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74. You're A Badass But He's Overprotective AF - Calum

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Calum:  
It often felt like all Calum ever told you was no. Whether it was, "no Y/N, that's illegal," or, "no Y/N, you could lose a finger that way," or, "no Y/N, that's definitely a war crime." It alway felt like he was rejecting all of  your excellent ideas.

What you wanted now wasn't even as bad as what you were normally up to. There were no explosives, no schemes to get your school to close for a week, and no plan to adopt/steal all of the dogs from the local shelter. No, all you wanted was one, simple thing. A tattoo.

You knew that Calum would
say no, and for once that would actually make things difficult for you. It was illegal for a minor to get a tattoo without permission from a parent or guardian. You were pretty sure that you could get one illegally, but even you recognized that as a bad idea.

You just had to ask to get something that he would approve of. Plus it was ultimately your skin, even if Calum didn't like it he couldn't permanently keep you from tattooing it.

But for the time being, you still required his permission.

"CALLLLL?" You yelled, trying to locate him.

"Y/NNNNN?" Michael mocked you. Bingo.

"MARCO?" You screamed, walking toward the source of the noise.

"POLO!" Luke replied.

You picked up the pace a little, "MARCO?"

This time Ashton was the one to reply, "POLOOOO!"

"Marcoooo," you laughed as you walked into the living room. There they were, all four of them, probably doing a little bit of brainstorming based on the notebooks in all of their arms.

"Polo," Luke chuckled, looking up from the lined paper in his lap.

"Why were you Marco-ing us? Did you need something?" Calum hummed, also giving you some attention. He glanced up at you momentarily, likely to check for any obvious signs of injury or wrongdoing. You were in tip-top shape though, your clothes were clean, stain and rip-free, your hair was pulled up out of your face, and you grinned at him happily. That was probably just as suspicious to him as you being in dirty, ripped up clothes. At least then he knew that you had gotten into something, but now there was no telling what it is you were up to. "Y/NNNNNN," he sighed, "what did you do."

"Nothing," you smiled happily, for once that was true.

"Mhmmm," he put down the notebook so he could cross his arms.

"I'm actually telling you the one-hundred percent truth," you crossed your heart.

"Then I'm asking the wrong question," he raised an eyebrow, "what do you want?"

A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you fought to keep a neutral expression. Ashton noticed, "I think you're getting warmer, she definitely is trying to get something."

"Psh," Michael scoffed, "since when does Y/N ask for permission? She does things and then asks for forgiveness."

You brushed that comment off. Even if he was somewhat right, you hardly thought of your little adventures that way.