behind the screen➶cake au《✓》

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A/N im posting the first chap earlier than expected cause y'all are too sweet :''')

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Calum's POV

"Alright Sydney, we're five seconds of summer and we hope you've had a great time tonight! Thank you!" I yelled into the microphone as the concert came to a close.

The fans erupted into screams as the three of us made our way to the front of the stage for the final bow, their cheers becoming more deafening once Michael swept me off of my feet in a flash, something we loved to do just to get a reaction out of the audience. It was quite amusing really, how they would shriek or squeal and start fanning themselves furiously as they witnessed their favourite ship acting affectionately first-hand.

I couldn't help but let out a laugh as Michael did, giving one final wave to the sea of fans before us. The piercing screams became softer and softer until they turned to whispers and then silence as Michael carried me backstage, all the way back to our dressing room.

Upon arrival, he dumped me on the leather couch, literally, making me groan as a pain shot up my back.

"The hell mate, what was that for!" I whined, reaching back to massage the affected area.

The red haired boy let out a chuckle as he settled down next to me on the couch, making it bounce a little. "My arms were sore from carrying your heavy ass all the way backstage mind you," He breathed out, reaching forward to grab a conveniently placed water bottle.

"I didn't ask you to, did I?" I retorted, smacking the bottle of water once he had placed it to his lips, making the clear liquid spill all over his tank top as he sputtered lightly.

I burst out in laughter as he sat there, flabbergasted at what I had just done, shooting me a death glare in the process.

"So guys, we-" The curly haired boy stopped short in his tracks, mouth agape as he glanced between the two of us, dumbfounded.

This of course just fuelled my laughter, tears prickling the corners of my eyes.

"Seriously? I leave you two alone for like, what, three minutes and this is what I get?" The bandana clad boy shook his head disapprovingly, earning a huff from the boy next to me.

"If this is the treatment I get after lugging your lazy ass back here, I'm never gonna carry you again. Never," Michael stated firmly, taking another gulp of water.

"It's not my fault you threw me on the sofa," I argued.

"It's not my fa-"

"If you guys don't shut up, someone will have to carry me backstage the next time we go on tour," Ashton threatened, interrupting our little dispute.

"Fuck no," The green-eyed boy spluttered out, water dribbling down his chin.

"Don't swear!"

"Are you serious?" I groaned, throwing my hands in the air.

"Dead serious," He spoke, looking us straight in the eye.

The sofa shifted as Michael edged his way towards me, bringing his hand to my ear and whispering, "This is why the fans are convinced he has a daddy kink. Y'know, being assertive and all?" He wiggled his eyebrows, making the oldest of us frown.

"What did he say?" The hazel-eyed boy asked curiously, arms folded across his chest.

My best friend and I both smirked to each other before saying, "Oh my god Ashton is so daddy af!"

His hazel eyes widened, mouth opening and closing like a fish before his expression changed to a solid one.

"That's it! I'm out of here!"

I was yet again thrown into a fit of laughter.

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A/N yO so the first chapter's up and i hope y'all enjoyed it !!

do comment or vote yeah !!! :D ILY

lots of bear hugs

~ chris xx