the little secret ,, muke + mashton

Chapter 9

Calum's P.O.V.

Why didn't they tell me? I'm really mad at them, but I didn't want to sound that mean to them. Holy fuck I just ruined my friendship with them. You're such an idiot Calum.I think to myself. I messed up bad this time. What am I going to do? I'm not against them being gay, but I'm just so upset that they didn't tell me. Does Ashton know? I decide to go home; get away from all the problems that I've just created.

I rush into my house and go straight up to my room. I lay back on my bed and stare at the ceiling. They hate you Calum. They'll never forgive you.

Michael hates you.

Luke hates you.

Ashton hates you.

They all hate you.

HATE.

You might as well kill yourself now.....

Tears brim my eyes, but I quickly wipe them away with my sleeves. I can't cry over this. Well, not now at least. I let out a sigh and have a flashback to when I called Michael and Luke fags, right to their faces. That must of hurt them a lot. I don't know if they'll ever forgive me. Ashton probably won't forgive me either. The fans won't forgive me.

"Why do I always fuck things up!" I scream as loud as I possibly can. "It isn't fair." I say, barely audible because I'm crying so much. I fall back and bury my head in my pillow.

I hate my life.

Ashton's P.O.V.

I told the boys that I would go and talk to Calum. I hope Calum actually talks to me instead of cursing me out. He tends to do that when he is angry, instead of talking calmly and discussing the problem. I pull into the driveway of Calum's house and turn off the engine. I sit in my car for a minute, actually afraid to confront Calum. I'm so pissed at him right now, but I don't exactly hate him.

"Cal?" I call out, flipping on a light in the living room. "Are you here?" I walk around the bottom level of the house searching for my best mate. I hear faint sobs, and small screams every now and then. I know it's Calum. I climb up the stairs to the upper level and wait outside of his room for a few seconds before knocking lightly.

"Leave." Is all my fellow Aussie friend says. I knock again and reply, "Please let me talk to you Calum, please." I plead. I hear a groan, but I hear soft footsteps coming over to the door.

"Do you hate me?" He asks while opening the door. His cheeks are stained from tears and he looks as if he's going to cry again. I shake my head and he slightly smiles and gestures over to his bed. I sit on the edge and try to talk to him.

"Look, Calum, why did you say those things to Michael and Luke?" Calum stays silent for a second but finally answers.

"Well I, I just, I was so mad that they didn't tell me so I just got angry and screamed out 'fag!'. I didn't mean it, that was the first thing on my mind. I'm sorry." His gaze remained on the floor as he spoke, stuttering every so often. I move a little closer to him and put my hand on his back.

"It's alright Calum. But it wasn't really necessary to call them those names, but I forgive you." He pulls me in for a tight hug and sobs into my neck.

"C-Calum? Why are you crying?" I ask, concerned. He sniffles and begins to speak, "What if they don't forgive me?" I stare at him for a minute, he looks broken. He thinks that everyone hates him now. I shake my head at him and pull him in for another hug. I rub his back and try to soothe him.

"Well, let's go find out? They're probably back at their house, but let's go check the diner first." He manages to smile and I smile back at him. It's good to see him smile again.