5SOS One Shots + Mini Stories.

#6: My Favorite Color - (Malum)

"Your eyes... they're my favorite color."

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Calum's P.O.V.

"Babe?" Michael called from the kitchen. "Yeah?" I replied instantly, i was so whipped for this boy. I would do anything for him.

"Can you come here please?" He begged, and i couldn't find a bone in my body to say no. I can't say no to him, he's my life. Literally the best thing that's ever happened to me. And even though he's been calling me in and out of the kitchen all day, i couldn't find it in me to be mad at him, either. But that's just me, and the effect he doesn't know he has on me.

When i went into the kitchen, i was almost surprised to see him not needing anything, just smiling from the stove, stirring something gentily that lie inside a black pot. I walked over behind him and placed my hands on his hips, kissing his cheek as i wrapped my arms around his waist. The giggles falling from his lips making everything that much more worth it, no matter how irritated i can be. But then again, i could never stay mad at him. Not with a smile, laugh, personality, and body like his. He's just too perfect.

He giggled once more as i pressed my lips lovingly to his cheek, kissing it lightly before whispering softly, "Yes, love?"

He turned around in my arms, placing his hands around my neck, hanging them there comfortably. "Just got done making dinner, it's ready. And i have a question.." he trailed off, shyly looking away from me. I sqeezed his hip in encouragement, kissing his lips softly and lovingly. "What is it, love? You know i don't mind you asking for anything. I'll give you the whole world if i have to."

I smiled as he laughed genuinely, staring at him totally in love, and his smile that i swore lit up the entire room. He lit up the entire room, not even knowing it. He's just that special.

He laughed shortly before answering me, tracing his fingers along my jawline. "I thought we could watch the stars tonight, cuddle, listen to music, and talk about life. Our favorite thing to do. Maybe have a mini dinnertime picnic up on the roof." He smiled, and i don't think i've ever been more in love with this boy. He's my favorite thing in the world. Everything about him.

I smiled as big as i could, picking him and spinning him around as i myself giggled excitedly. It was my favorite thing to do, especially with him. Everything seemed more special and better whenever it was with him, or if he was around.

I watched on as he giggled again, me laughing along with him. Our laughter died out soon enough, the both of us deciding to get our stuff ready so we can watch the summer stars.

Later we made it to the roof. We had a spectacular time. Just him and i, slow dancing swiftly and cuddling on a blanket, watching the stars and the moon, the moonlight shining over his pale skin, making him glow. His eyes looked amazing, as did his hair. His pale skin in contrast with the dark clothing he usually wore was nice, but i liked that tonight he chose to show a bit more skin. To say the least, he looked like an utter angel. A beautiful one. My beautiful angel.

We kissed and giggled to ourselves softly, him wrapped securely in my arms as we talked about the random stuff that crossed our minds, including some of our favorite memories that we'd swear we'd never forget.

He was curled against my chest, we were lying there silently just enjoying the cool nighttime air that lingered, and the peaceful sound of the night. I feel like i could stay here forever.

And that feeling grew as i seen him smile suddenly, his perfect pink lips moving slowly as he spoke to me.

"What's your favorite color?"

And in that moment, the way his eyes shined perfectly, the most beautiful shade of green in contrast with his soft and milky pale skin, beautiful pink lips and dark clothing, the only thing i could think of was him. There were no colors that matched him, or how perfect he was. Even if nothing's perfect, he's perfect. He's perfect to me.

Staring into his eyes that sparkled under the soft moonlight illuminating from the sky, i whispered softly.

"Your eyes," i whispered, combing a gentle hand through his tame hair, watching how he smiled.

"Your eyes,...they're my favorite color." I repeated softly and sweetly, kissing him gently again before holding onto him tight and falling asleep with him in my arms, the both of us smiling like idiots.

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