FanMail | Malum

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I apologize for the lack of Malum action; it's the point of this Fic, to show the distance and connection between them through letters. Fan Mail.

*May be triggering*

Note; Michael's sis is not mentioned by him earlier Bc it's something he can't emotionally speak about, or really even think about.

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Luke,

WE UP IN DIZ BITCH

FINNA GET CRUNK

EYEBROWS ON FLEEK

DA FUQQ

DAFUQQ

kayla xx.

Kayla,

Bruh.

Luke xx.

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Calum's P.O.V.

"Why're you so scared, Calum?" Ashton urges, and I groan. The boys wanted to sing and hang out with some sick fans at the children's hospital today, and I thought that was really sweet, don't get me wrong. But I can't be inside of a hospital like this, I can't. Those fuckers let my mother die in front of me, and besides I don't know about you but seeing sick kids is pretty damn depressing.

"Just tell them I couldn't make it," I mumble sadly. Luke, who's known me since we were kids comes over to give me a knowing hug.

"S'okay, bro, to be scared. I get it. But we're finally back in Aussie for only a day, enjoy it." I sigh loudly. He had a point.

"Okay, okay, I'll go." He grins brightly.

"Good!"

And good it was.

•••

"The kids here...they're vulnerable. They're vulnerable, and in pain, some of them suicidal even. Point is, they're unhappy unlike normal kids so you must be careful what you say to them." The doctor explains sadly. We finally made it to the hospital, and the head doctor of the children's department was leading us into a room where their beds lay in rows next to eachother. No point in separating them.

"Hey you guys," the doctor who's name tag read 'Alex' ((a/n: not from target, from all time low jfc)) spoke softly. "5sos is here." Some start to wake up, some push their labtops shut, and some of them have wet tears streaming silently down their cheeks with a smile painted on their tired lips. "Go ahead," Alex whispers to us. Heart rate picking up, I slowly make my way to a random bed, resulting in a tanned Boy with soft looking curls. Resembles me almost. I kneel down beside him.

"H-hey there bud. I-I'm Calum." He giggles a delightful giggle, sitting up in his bed strainfully.

"I know who you're silly! You're Calum! From 4stf!" He exclaims brightly. I stare at him in awe of his energy level. He looked at least 14, but looked so childish, and happy. It was beautiful.

"That's me! Tell me..."

"Anthony." He helps me out.

"Tell me, Anthony. Who's your favorite in the band?" He giggles again, and motions for me to come closer to him. I smile and Lean forward and he whispers into my ear;

"I'm totally a calum girl." Then draws back, face scrunching in laughter. "And I'm not joking either. God, I love you." He confesses and I feel my heart swell In realization.

This boy, Anthony, would never drive a car.

Never go to prom, nor kiss anyone not practically.