home in houston ✈ c.h.

11: hangman

houston’s dad, randy, heard some weird giggling noises coming from his daughter’s room and he was wondering if what was going on. all he knew was that houston was in there with calum.

“oh jesus christ, no.” randy gasped as he had no second thoughts in opening her bedroom door. “houston, what is going on- oh god!”

houston and calum almost jumped off in shock when randy swung the door open.

“why do you kids have make up on your faces?” he asked in confusion. he sighed in relief though that it wasn’t something he thought.

“dad!” houston whined. “can’t you knock?” she reprimanded like she was the high and mighty.

“oh sorry.” randy scratched the back of his head. “but what are you two doing?”

“we’re playing hangman, dad.” she huffed.

“oh.” that’s all randy could utter. “okay. i’m sorry for the disturbance. you kids keep it going.” he chuckled then quickly went out.

“i knew it that i should’ve locked the door.” she murmured at calum.

“your dad is funny.” calum chuckled.

“i know. but he can be annoying.” she chuckled, too. “okay!” she clapped her hands. “let’s continue. so is there letter ‘m’?” she asked.

he let out a laugh. “houston, you’ve already mentioned ‘m’ a while ago. and again, nope! there’s no ‘m’! nyahaha another line for you, baby.” he taunted as he drew a leg for the hangman.

“oh great. i forgot.” she facepalmed.

“oh god! one wrong move and you lose again.” he laughed.

she only let out a groan. “okay fine.” she tapped her lips with her fingers as she tried to think deeply of a better letter.

hangman word: _o_d

“is there a letter ‘r’?” she asked, mostly in a sigh of defeat.

he laughed again. “nope! no ‘r’! yay! i win again! now, come on. hand me the lipstick.” he bounced like a happy child who’s excited for christmas.

she only pouted and scrunched her nose at him as she handed the lipstick.

“there ya go.” calum mumbled after marking an ‘h’ on her left cheek. “yay! it’s complete!”

“what’s complete?” she asked, her eye brows furrowed. he only gave her a giggle. “calum, what did you write on my face?” she dug into her make-up purse as she took out a small mirror. she looked at her reflection, revealing a ‘c’ on her right cheek, a ‘t’ on her forehead, and the latest, the letter ‘h’ on her left cheek. “cth?” she muttered.

“those are my initials, capiche?” he laughed at her.

she gave him a glare. “what is the hangman word anyway?” she huffed.

he took the pen and wrote ‘p’ and ‘n’ on the blanks respectively.

“pond? that’s it? the word is pond?” she said in shock, emphasizing ‘pond’. “this is ridiculous.” she felt disappointed, mostly for herself, because she can’t even guess a simple god damn word.

“it’s not ridiculous.” he chuckled.

“now, i hate four-letter words on hangman.” she groaned as she grabbed the lipstick. she gave him a little smirk at first then all of a sudden, she pushed him, making him stumble down on bed.

“oh god! what are you doing?” he laughed, almost exclaiming, giving her the shocked look.

“hold still, you frick.” she laughed and put on some lipstick on her lips.

“oh god! you’re making me nervous, hous.” he cheekily smiled.

“shut up.” she leaned forward and brought her face closer to his.

“what are we going to do?” he whispered and giggled at the same time. “your dad’s home, babe.”

she raised an eye brow at him and let out a laugh. “we’re not doing anything, silly.” she chuckled and started writing her initials on his forehead; h.a.b.

“ah, shit.” he groaned.

“naughty boy.” she whispered, pinching his left cheek.

“fuck you.” he joked.

“aw, fuck you, too.” she flattered, leaving him a few pecks on his lips.

he smiled at her as he wrapped his arms around her neck. “by the way, about the pond…” he trailed. “that’s where we’re going later.”

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