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New years kisses

Credit; mine

i WROTE A NEW YEARS ONE SHOT FOR YALL (it's really bad and unedited I'm sorry)

((Pic on the side- based off this tweet. Cal so Obvi only wants to kiss Lucas))

Enjoy ;)

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Calum sits on the couch, phone in hand, pondering. His tweets are very criticized, his New Years one had to be better than his band mates. After long consideration, he smiles and types in;

@Calum5sos: 'Hoping for a New Years kiss from either @ashton5os @luke5sos or @michael5sos or usher'

It wasn't his best tweet of course. Hell, he even tagged Ashton's name wrong. But dropping casual hints about his sexuality is Calum's forte.

His tweet wasn't genuine.

He wanted to kiss only Luke. And probably Usher, but that's some sad Fangirl sob story that no one wants to hear about. Speak of the devil, his crush takes a seat beside Calum on his couch, grinning. Don't ask why they hang out wit eachother on break; they're pining for one another,

"Hey, mate."

"Hi, Lukey. Happy New Year's Eve."

"Same to you. This year was pretty great, aye?" Luke takes out his phone and tweets something about being down under.

"Did you see my tweet yet?" Calum asks him nervously. Luke shakes his head until he finds it and laughs.

"Oh god, Calum really? You didn't even type in Ash's username right!" He giggles, and Calum stares at him fondly. "And usher?! You could do so much better."

"I know," Calum says, definitely not missing the way Luke's cheeks turn a bright red. "That's why I put you too." Luke stares at him a moment, before coughing awkwardly.

"Yeah...um." Theres a knock knock knock (on my hotel door) on the door, and thank god because the tension in the room was unbearable. Calum gets up to answer the door, and groans jokingly when he sees Michael and Ashton burst Through into his house.

"Sup," Ashton greets, rolling his eyes when he sees Luke blushing. He fears those two will never work out their feelings.

"In reply to your tweet, Hood," Michael says, dropping his grocery bags of snacks on the table. "Fuck. No." Calum pretends to pout. He walks to where Lukes sitting, and plops on his lap despite the earlier encounter.

"Why not?" Luke wraps his lanky arms around the tanned boys waist.

"Not my type," he says simply.

"Then what is your type, Clifford." Luke speaks up, wiggling his eyebrows because it was obvious what Michael's type was; tan Australian drummers that have curly hair. Or maybe not because;

"Taylor fucking swift, that's what. Which is exactly why we're going to her house party tonight." Luke and Ashton groan simultaneously. Luke because he doesn't want to deal with another night of watching Calum chat up other girls, Ashton because he didn't like this Taylor chick. She flirted with Mikey too much. Calums all up for it though.

"Yes! Maybe I'll finally get my first New Years kiss there," all his bandmates except Michael gasp.

"You've never kissed anyone on New Year's Eve, Cal?" Luke asks him softly, hand on one of his knees from his spot on his lap. Calum shakes his head shamefully, and for whatever reason Michael looks offended.

"Wow," The redhead says simply.

"What's up your ass?" Calum snaps. Michael fists clench in disbelief. Luke tights his grasp on Calums waist, resisting the urge to feel him up.