Lashton/Malum One Shots

Closed - Malum

"-nd you better not forget the milk!" Michael's mum yelled as he walked out of the door.

"Holy fuck." He muttered, rubbing his hands up and down his arms because, yikes, it was REALLY snowing, like, there must have been already six inches on the ground.

Michael literally jogged THE WHOLE WAY to the shop, because it was cold, and although his idea of exercise was gaming for hours (which totally toned up his fingers, NOT), he didn't want to die of hypothermia.

"Ah fuck." Mikey swore, seeing the closing times and the fact that he now only had 15 minutes to grab all the stuff on his mum's list before the shop shut.

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"Finally, fuck." Calum swore, sprinting into the shop as quickly as he could, knowing he only had ten minutes to buy £30 worth of food for God knows what his parents were planning.

He jumped as his phone rang whilst he was searching (boredly) for green linguine.

"Calum, honey?" His mum asked.

"Yeah?"

"Your father and I are going away tonight and won't be back until tomorrow. Drunk driving is dangerous after all." She chuckled.

"Mum, you're not serious. You sent me to buy all this shit for you! Where's Mali?!" Calum huffed, exasperated.

"Mali's in America." His mum trailed off.

"Great. Well have fun tonight. See you tomorrow." He muttered angrily, hanging up.

WELL, I HAVE THE MONEY. I MIGHT AS WELL BUY MYSELF FOOD FOR TONIGHT AND TOMORROW MORNING, Calum thought as he made his way to the meat section.

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"ATTENTION. THE STORE IS NOW CLOSING. PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE NEAREST EXIT."

Michael grumbled as he searched for chillies, which should be in the spice section, but they just weren't there.

It was around ten minutes later that he found the chillies, next to the tomatoes, which are MOST DEFINITELY not spicy.

He made his way to the till and quickly scanned over the list.

CHILLIES, EGGS, SPAGHETTI, SOUP, PEPPERS, VEGETABLES, CHICKEN, DUCK, PANCETTA, RICE.

He waited at the till for about ten minutes, before realising that nobody was coming. He groaned internally, and cursed himself for not bringing his phone as he walked to the exit.

His face paled slightly when he saw how much snow was outside. The level was abnormally high and only now did Mikey realise how cold he actually WAS.

He walked towards the automatic door, but it didn't budge. He frowned, trying to pull it open, but nothing changed.

He then spent the next few minutes dancing around in front of the supposedly automatic doors before realising that the shop had shut, and it had shut with Michael Clifford inside it.

Well, that's what Mikey thought, before he heard another, familiar, voice.

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"You've got to be kidding me." Calum stated, and Mikey turned around to look at him.

"Oh god, this is not happening." Mikey muttered.

"7 billion people on this planet and I get the misfortune of being locked in a shop with YOU." Calum snapped at him, pulling out his phone. He stood with it pressed to his ear for a few minutes before finally speaking.