Sooo...Yeah,not much to say. I hope you like this chapter and I hope you'll give me some feedback, as I really don't know if this is any good or not.
Enjoy!
Calum and Ashton had been arguing for an hour almost. Now, arguing doesn't get the idea. They had been shouting at each other, which is something that doesn't happen that often, so Michael and Luke had just been there watching as the two best friends spat mean words at each other.
That's until Michael had had enough, took Luke's hand and lead him out.
Which is why Calum and Ashton are now alone, facing each other with anger boiling inside their bodies.
They had never been phisical before. So it's a shock when Calum's hand collides with Ashton's face.
Ashton's ears ring, he doesn't know what they are arguing about anymore. It must have been something stupid, like Calum's new habit of smoking that Ashton can't stand, or Ashton's tattoo, which Calum hates. It doesn't matter anymore, because Calum just slapped him.
'I'm sorry,' Calum mumbles, holding his hands up in surrender.
But Ashton grabs his wrists and takes advantage of Calum being so scared of his own actions to push him out, slamming the door in his face.
Calum recovers just in time to put his hand between the door and its frame, but it's too late and Ashton is already closing it, with way too much energy.
It slams against Calum's hand, literally crashing it. All Calum feels is a burning pain radiating from his fingers to his hand and arm. It feels like the world stops for a second and then Calum retires his hand, cradling it into his other, hot tears running down his face.
He yells, he can feel his throat burning, but Ashton just slams the door again, not caring that his best friend is sobbing, his hand throbbing so badly that he wishes he could cut it off.
Calum feels dizzy when he watches at it. There is an angry red mark on his knuckles and his fingers are literally puffing up in front of him. The skin above his middle finger is cut and bleeding slowly. Calum turns to the empty vase next to him and throws up sliding down the wall a few seconds later.
Calum sits there for a few minutes, wondering if Ashton noticed what happened. He tries to move his fingers and almost gets sick again.
A few drops fall on the top of his head. Just his luck, he thinks, as it starts to rain.
He bangs on the door with his good hand, not bothering to stand up. 'Ash, let me in, it's raining.'
A loud 'Fuck off,' is all he gets in response.
Great.
He shivers watching the gray clouds up in the sky, hoping Luke and Michael will be home soon.
By the time they finally come back, Calum is soaking and so are they.
'What are you doing here?' Michael asks and Calum knows he is pissed too.
He sighs, realizing that Michael doesn't even know he hit Ashton and he is already angry at him. This isn't good at all.
He doesn't want to whine, so he doesn't reply. He stands up, awkwardly holding his throbbing hand close to his chest and waits. Unsurprisingly no one pays attention enough to notice.
