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Calum's P.O.V.

"Goodnight Sydney! You rock! We have been '4 Minuets til' fame'!" Ashton screams through his mic, while getting off his drum stool. All four of us wave to the crowd one last time, before getting off the stage. We run backstage, sweaty and high off of energy From playing live to so many people.

"That was fuckin sick, mates," Luke observes, plopping himself on Ash's lap. I whine and Dylan giggles.

"Aw, Is Cally lonely?" I pout my lips, and nod. "C'mere my favorite bassist." He pats his own lap from his spot on the sofa. I comply and sit on him, wolf whistles coming from the other members of the band. They know I have a thing for Dylan. They also make it so fucking obvious, I might as well have written on my forehead in sharpie; 'I want O'briens dick.'

We sit in comfortable silence for a bit, the only sound being a Lashton whisper session (I bet you my ass they're talking about  how much they ship "Cylan O'Hoodings") and Nickleback playing in the background.

"What are you thinking about, Cal?" Dylan asks me softly, weaving his fingers through my fluffy hair.

"You." I admit against his chest. He smirks that beautiful smirk of his, and chuckles.

"Oh really? I-" A guy from management bursts through the door, interrupting him.

"Hey lads," his thick accent whispers, out of breath. He had a large brown bag over his shoulder, and he dumps it out into the coffee table, revealing tons of white. "More fan mail. You gotta read at least some. They deserve it." He mumbles, his eyes twinkling that it meant a lot that we Should read them. I roll my eyes, and groan. I reluctantly slip off Dylan's lap, and onto the ground. We get fan mail everyday, I don't see why we have to read a Lot it. Don't get me wrong, I love our fans. But we have lives too you know. The other boys sit next to me, and we divvy up the letters throughout each other. I pick up my pile, and begin to rip though it. I pick up the first letter, examining the address; New York

Dear Calum Hood,

Just date Luke already, hot damn.

Biggest Cake Shippa Eva,

Destiny Bennett

I read the letter aloud, and we all crack up except Ashton. "Sorry, Lucas, you ain't my type." I tease. (a/n: that physically hurt to write, omfg)

The next one reads Manchester, England;

Dear Cal,

Fuck me senseless.

Random white chick

I like It up the ass honey whoever the hell you are, sorry.

Dear Calum Hood,

You don't deserve to be in the band, you un talented piece of shit. I hope you-

Yeah that's enough of that letter. Tears sting my eyes, and I hear sniffling coming from Ashton. He gets the most hate, and it breaks my heart. I squeeze his shoulder a bit, before opening what I decide is my last letter for today. It's marked 'London'

Dear Calum Hood,

Penis.

Think of me when you wank,

Michael G. Clifford

I fold that one and put in my pocket, laughing my tears away.

Because that is a letter worth saving.

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coming soon! My first Malum fic, I ship it so much.

Tell me if I should continue!

Thank you @skittlesmalum for the beautful cover

Hope to see ya'll soon

-Destiny