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#81 Mood Swings

#81 Mood Swings

Luke:

"Watch out, Mrs. Hyacinth is coming back in," Michael warned with a smirk when you came into the dressing room yet again, your eyebrows increasing before gave him a death glare, walking past him whilst ignoring him, heading towards the other available couch.

"What do you mean by that?" Cal laughed, looking over at the colorful haired boy.

"She’s troubling with mood swings."

He cocked his head to look over at you, "I do not!"

You defended through gritted teeth, rolling your eyes at the boys as they let out a hysteric laugh.

"It’s like she’s one her period 24/7," Michael’s rambles kept on going on, normally you guys would just shrug things like this off, pissing each other off with jokes but this time, with your hormones going crazy, all of the sudden your eyes started to dampen.

"Heyhey, what’s going on?" Luke rushed over to your small form on the couch, kneeling in front of you and trying to pry off your hands from covering your eyes.

"Nothing," you sniffled, trying to pry his hands off yours.

"What did you guys say?" He said, looking back at the guys with a death glare.

There was no doubt that since you had turned pregnant, Luke’s overprotection had increased from, "Dude, she’s my best friend, leave her alone." to "If you even dare touching her I swear I’ll chop off your fucking balls.".

"It was all Michael," Calum pointed towards Michael, in defeat, making the boy fake a gobsmocked expression, looking over at your small form.

"Y/N, you know I’m only messing around with you," he said as in an apologize, trying to avoid Luke’s daring eyes. "I know, I know, it’s just freaking hormones, I can’t take them." You sniffled, finally moving your hands from your eyes.

"I’ll promise I’ll kick his ass if he annoys you anymore okay?" Luke promised making a small giggle leaving past your lips, your hand going through his hair as in a thank you.

"Kick my ass, please."

Michael mumbled from his behind, "I’m not joking Clifford, mess with my girl, and you’ll have to cope with me afterwards."

Michael let out a snort by Luke’s threat, "She’s not your girl, Luke."

He reminded, "Just because we’re not together, doesn’t mean she’s not mine."

Calum:

Calum’s slim body was leaning against the counter; his phone in his hand scrolling down on his mail feed, eyes occupied burn tore away when a grumbling you came into the kitchen, a small groan coming from your lips as you noticed the pile of dishes around the counter. You gave Calum a glare with raised eyebrow, seeing if he had actually plans on doing anything. When he stood frozen for a few minutes more, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, marching towards the dish washer, turning on the water on the sink before starting aggressively to push the dirty dishes into the sink, letting the water turn warm now after some time. ”Why is it me who’s always doing this?” The question made both you and Calum’s eyes go wide, you not wanting it to split out. You knew in your head that Calum always helped in the kitchen, but recently according to you, you were the only one occupied with house duties.

”Y/N, what are you talking about?” he asked, placing his phone on the counter, removing himself from leaning against it.

”Look at this?” you pointed out on the dish that was placed in a pile. True shit was that none of you had had time to check it, being occupied with work or stuff.