A Change In The Weather (Malum mpreg)

2.1

A/n; warning. update may be boring as fuck.

In all honesty, I feel better. I think it was getting in my head, everything that happened and I was just in my head, like something was telling me that I'm going crazy.
I get to leave the hospital this afternoon with medication to help frequent headaches and constant lashing out for no apparent reason (I don't know what that's about, something about nerve damage). We go back to...where are we staying? I follow Michael hesitantly, constantly on alert for anything out of the ordinary as I squeeze his hand tightly. I walk halfway behind him my heart going crazy in my chest, but I tried my best to look confident.
We had to stop a few times when paparazzi jumped out in front of us and scared the hell out of me so Michael had to talk to me to calm me down before we could proceed. I think they caught on to what was happening because slowly they stopped jumping out in front of us and we made it back.
I sat on the bed and looked up at Michael who was sitting next to me, he seemed to feel my stare because he looked down at me.
"I'm sorry." I mumble, "for trying to push you away." I say, only now noticing the deep purple bags under his bloodshot eyes.
"I know." he shrugs, playing with my fingers. "It's okay."
"How can you forgive me so easily? I made you cry I-" he presses his lips to mine and I stop talking as he pulls away.
"It's hard to be upset with you." he says softly and a wave of de ja vu washed over me.
"Why?" I ask, knowing what he was going to say.
"Because when you fall in love with someone, it's like you can never stay mad at them, or feel any other emotion except love." He whispers the exact words I once told him and kissed me again.
It became more heated and soon enough he was hovering over me, kissing and biting my neck and peeling our clothes off. "I want to make you feel good, I want to make you forget." he mumbles lowly.
That night can be added to the list of one of the best nights of my life. When I wake the next morning I'm being held close to another body by a strong pair of arms. I smile at the warm feeling and nuzzle my head into his chest, reclosing my eyes. I feel him start to shuffle around and hear him yawn causing me to smile.
"Morning." he mumbles, the sound of his morning voice is very sexy, I bet you knew what it sounded like. Muahaha.
"Morning." I reply, my voice squeaking and cracking. He smirks and suddenly there's an unsettling churning in my stomach.
"I bet the neighbors know my name now." he says and I ignore the sick feeling.
"Whatever. We're in a hotel." I squeak, my voice sounding quite ugly. He kisses my temple softly and that's when I feel last night's meal coming up. I'm hunched over the toilet in an instant, coughing up the four cheese raviolis from last night.
"Are you okay?" Michael asks after I walk back in the room.
"Just a little nauseous still." I nod and lay next to him again and hum softly at the warmth. He looks thoughtful for a moment and then nods.
"Okay." he mumbles and I fall back to sleep. I wake again to my stomach growling and sit up, pulling on some boxers with a yawn and going into the small kitchen area.
"Hey Calum." Mikey smiles and looks up from his mobile where he was probably scrolling through twitter. "Feeling better?" he asks as I look through the fridge and pull out whatever looked good.
"Yeah, I do. I'm starving." I mumble under all of the containers of food.
"Really? I would never be able to tell..." he raises an eyebrow as I mix some grape jelly with whipped cream, pickle slices, and some Hershey chocolate bar squares. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?" he asks when I moan in delight from the taste.
"Yes." I say enjoying the flavors of so many things at once. "What are we doing today?" I ask, finishing my bowl of heaven.
"We are shooting the video for Amnesia...." he trails off, still looking at me strangely. (a/n: i know it's like 2016 in the but just roll with it c:)
"I'm in that?" I ask, putting things back after stealing a couple more pickle slices.
"Yeah, Ryan never recorded the vocals for it and everyone wants you back in the band. It'll be Amnesia by 5sos featuring Calum Hood. If we do enough colabs then that raises your chances of being back in the band." he says and I nod excitedly.
"Awesome. Let's go get dressed." I tell him with a bright smile. He continues to look at me strangely as he walks passed me to get to his clothes.
"You're acting...different." he comments as we both pull on clothes and fix up our hair.
"How different?" I ask.
"Just happier...I guess." he says, fixing the collar of his flannel.
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"Well...yeah, yeah it is." he smiles and takes my hand, leading me to the door. We meet Luke and Ashton in the lobby and I greet them with a hug each.
"Good to have you back, Cal." Luke says, hugging me longer than necessary. He pulls away with tears in his eyes and I smile sadly.
"Hey, no tears Lukey." I smile and he laughs sadly an wipes his eyes.
"Sorry, sorry." he laughs and motions us to the door. "Let's go." we walk out of the door and into a car without grabbing anyone's attention and get to the place where we are shooting.
We pull up to an abandoned building. The top corner of it was crumbling down and the windows were all busted through, but we walk in and take in the camera crew and all of the equipment.
"Okay, so this is how it's going to go." the director walks over to us and starts right away. "A lot of this will be focusing around Michael and Calum since everyone knows of their relationship. It'll start off with this camera," he points to a camera on his left. "which is camera one pointed at Calum." he looks at me "who will be sitting in that window over there where they are putting glass in and you will be staring out of the window which will have water on it to make it look like it is raining. Got it?" We nod and he grins a little. "Good.
"Calum, why don't you head over there now and we will begin as soon as they put the glass in." I nod and walk over to the window as directed and notice that it's got a window seat which is probably where I will be sitting. The white paint looks fresh, they probably reprinted it yesterday along with the window sill to make it seem newer as if I was in a house.
Just as I got close enough they told me they had finished with the window and it was ready for shooting once they got a guy out there to spray the window with water so droplets are there.
"Cool, thanks." I smile as they walk off. They open the window and I look out of it, seeing that they had someone on a window washers station and was coming up to the window.
"Okay Calum. Ready?" the director sits in his chair and is looking at me intently. I sit in the window seat and he instructs me to pull my knees to my chest and I do and leave my arms wrapped loosely around them.
"Yes! Just like that! Good. Okay. Now look out of the window as try to keep a straight face and maybe look a little sad. Okay?" he asks and I nod, looking out of the window that was now covered in water droplets and down at the small town. I look straight ahead and then look down, turning my head so I'm looking straight ahead at my knees.
"Cut!" the director shouts and I look up at him. "That was great, Calum." he praises and I get up.
"Thanks." I smile and stand behind the camera with the others as he tells us what to do next.
"Michael, go lay in that bed over there." he points out a bed in the corner of the room that's surrounded with posters on the wall and dirty clothes and things on the floor. "Make sure you take off your flannel before you do." Michael does as he is told and walks over to the bed.
"Alright, remove the flannel and get under the blankets and face the wall." he does as he is told and then turns to Ashton.
"Okay. You're going to walk in there and sit on the bed next to Michael and he'll sit up. Start talking to him as if he had just broken up with Calum and is really upset about it and then hug him. We are going to edit the sound out later." Ashton nods and then turns to Michael.
"You get that, Mike?" the director yells and he gets a short 'yep' in return. "Alright let's start this. Action." and they start filming Michael in the bed, one camera hovered above his head and another to the side of him.
"Go, Ashton." the director mumbles and gave him a little shove. He walked over an say on the edge of Michael's bed and shook his shoulder.
"Mikey please." he mumbles and Michael barely makes an effort to sit up and looks at Ashton.
They stare at each other for a minute before Michael smiles and Ashton giggles.
"Cut!" the director chuckles and walks over to them and sits on the bed. "We'll take it from when Ashton walks in and we'll try two more times and if we don't get it we'll come back to it later." he promises and goes back to his director's chair as they try again.
They get all the way through on the fifth time, the director yelling cut as they hugged and we moved on.
We go down to the city and see storm clouds covering the sky causing the director to smile.
This is perfect! Okay, we have cleared this street for you and hired some people to walk down the sidewalk, don't be surprised if they run into your shoulder, that's what they're paid to do. Alright?" we all nod.
The crew sets up on the street, one camera on a machine that will keep pace with whoever is walking. "Luke and Ashton walk together, look like you're talking and then notice Michael sitting in that coffee shop over there and go inside and sit across from him and talk to him. Then Calum will walk by, not knowing you are there and you will try and distract him, but Michael ends up seeing him and chases after him. Then we will go from there okay?" We all nod and Michael goes into the coffee shop and sits in the booth and a white mug of coffee on a small plate is set in front of him.
That simple mug sent me back to lonely nights when a simple white mug of black coffee was my only friend. And by the look Mikey gave me, I knew that coffee meant a lot to him too. I smile at him and he smiles back before the director yells action.
Luke and Ashton start walking down the street, just talking and sometimes they would smile at each other until Ashton stops and presses a hand to Luke's chest and points to the light haired boy before they enter the shop.
"Go, Calum." he orders and gives me a soft push so I start walking down the street.
I shove my hands in my front pockets and make my way down the wide sidewalk. I look around with a small frown on my face and stumble back when someone shoves into my shoulder, but I keep walking.
When I pass by the coffee shop I don't look inside but I can feel them chatting and looking at me and then I'm about to turn a corner.
I hear feet slapping the pavement behind me, then a hand on my shoulder and I turn to look up at him. He's panting and his eyes are shining, he's leaning closer and closer, until;
"Cut!"
I pull my head to the side sheepishly and turn to the director. "That was great, you guys." he praises with his eyes glowing. "there's no need for another take of that. Let's do one more scene and then we are done for the day." he walks away grinning and that's when I turn to Michael and gently grab his face and press our lips together.
We pulled away and I smile.
"I love you." I giggle and kiss his lips again, shortly this time.
"I love you too." he smiles, pulling me closer by my waist.
"What do you say that when we get out of here we have a repeat of last night?" I mumble lowly in his ear.
"I'd like that." he growls, nibbling softly on my earlobe. I smirk a little and take his hand again, walking over to the director again.
"What next?" I ask him.
"Back in the building before it rains, we have a bed scene then we are going to shoot you guys performing the song and then we're done for the day." we nod and wait for the rest of the crew to make it up to the building before following up there.
"Coffee!" someone shouts, holding a tray of steamy beverages. I usually love the smell of coffee, but when the smell hit my nose my breakfast came up.
I start gagging and searching for somewhere to empty my guts. Somebody's hand was on my back, guiding me hurriedly to a toilet just in time for everything to come up.
Tears brimmed my eyes as I finished and sat back, finally seeing who helped me.
"Luke." I breathe. "Thank you." I mumble, thinking of the countless times he's seen me throw up.
"I'll always be here for you, Cal. What happened?" he asks and I shrug softly, not exactly sure.
"I wasn't feeling well this morning and threw up. I fell asleep after that and then had breakfast."
"What did you have for breakfast?" he asks a we exit a stall we occupied and received a few odd looks as I rinsed my mouth with water.
"Uh jelly, whipped cream, pickles, chocolate.." I mumble "and then the smell of coffee just made me sick." Luke looks thoughtful for a moment and then looks at me with a smile.
"I've got an idea. I'll come by yours and Michael's about two hours after we are done here and we will test my theory, okay?" he says, already beginning to leave.
"Wait, what's your theory?" I ask him quickly.
"You'll have to wait and see." he winks and exits the bathroom.

a/n: sorry it's been so long I had my last softball tournament these passed three days and I've been really exhausted but good news is we came in top five out of 36 teams in the state which is awesome.
ANYWAY what do you think Luke's theory is?