hey rockstar

sixty two ; cute babies

Calum makes me keep the makeup on for well over an hour, running his fingers through my hair with a funny look on his face while we clean the house up a bit. When I finally take the makeup off, he settles himself on the counter, watching me closely.

"That's what the cream is for? I thought it was moisturizer," he laughs at himself, holding his head in his hands.

"Well, I mean you can use it as a moisturizer but it takes off makeup really well," he nods leaning into the wall as I set a face mask on his lap.

"Will you put it on me?" I nod, tapping his leg for him to get off the counter so I can reach him "i always forget how short you really are."

"Cause I give off tall person energy?" He laughs loudly, leaning away from my hand, prompting me to roll my eyes at him. "That was mean."

"It was funny! I don't know why I forget how short you are. You're the perfect fit for me, you know that," I stick my tongue out as I spear the green mask over his smooth skin. He sighs at the cold frowning as I hush him.

"You know, your skin really isn't that bad, I don't know why you think it looks so bad."

"It feels like it looks bad, I've been eating like it and I haven't worked out...forever," I shrug, understanding his insecurities that come with being human, as well as being in the limelight. But I shake my head at him.

"Well, if you want we can get better food the next time we get groceries. More veggies and such. And you know that you can work out whenever you want right? All your stuff is in the garage."

"I know. But the guys are all relaxing so I feel like I need to relax."

"You need to do whatever you want. If you feel bad not working out, then you can work out. But I know how much you love spending your dash reading and writing."

"I do...what do you think?"

"What do I think?" I screw my brows, stepping back from him momentarily.

"Yeah. Do you think I need to work out? Do I look bad?"

"Calum, seriously?" He shrugs, spearing a mask onto my face with concentration.

"Well, I mean yes."

"Honestly, I don't care. I love you for you, and I won't stop loving you just because you haven't been to the gym. As long as you're healthy and happy I am all for whatever you want to do."

"Would you work out with me?"

"Oh That's a big ask. I'm not really a gym person. The only exercise I do is dance. I think you'll be able to do it on your own, yeah?" He sighs, tilting his head back in dramatics.

"Yeah I can do it by myself," I put his bottom lip, setting down the container in his hands. "I'll work out again, but i'm not gonna like it."

"Nobody does," I giggle as he leaves the room.

After a minute or two I follow him out of the room to see him sitting at the kitchen table, head hung low. I watch him for a moment across the room before I step closer, seeing what is spread out in front of him.

"Cal?" He hums, looking up at me with his warm brown eyes. I stood over his shoulder looking at the pictures he spread out.

All across the table are photos my dad had sent me of my little family, sitting side by side with photos of Calums family. He doesn't really say anything at first, he's distracted by picking up the photos and comparing them almost.

"Do you miss your mum?" He looks more curious than as if he is accusing me of not missing her. BUt a small part of me feels guilty as if I haven't grieved long enough - or in the right way.

"I do. A lot."

"Sometimes, I imagine what it would've been like if I had lost my mum rather than you. And I can never decide how I would handle it."

"Well, I guess you never really know until it happens I guess. I would have thought I would be bed ridden for days. But you guys were so helpful."

"Well, you cried a lot. I Don't know if I've ever seen anyone so heartbroken," I smile sheepishly, shrugging my shoulders.

"It's hard losing a parent. Losing anyone really but in times like this you have to look at the big picture."

"You're right," he sighs, holding up two pictures that are relatively similar, he has a smile on his face. "I think we would make sure babies."

"What do you think they would even look like?" I laugh as he pulls me onto his lap, squeezing my waist as he looks through the other photos.

"Curly hair, but you would take care of it, so it would be all nice and soft with little ringlets. I hope we have a few blonde ones, and that they have your eyes - I love your eyes."

"I hope they have little dimples, and nice teeth."

"Freckles?" I nod, smiling at a photo of him and Mali on his birthday when they were young. "Such cute babies."

"Keep in mind, we can't actually decide what we want our babies to look like. They come out as they are."

"Well, they're half of you so they're going to be beautiful and kind, and so smart."

"You have such high expectations for our nonexistent children," I giggle, turning to look at him.

"Well, we can make them exist," my jaw drops in shock as he laughs proudly. "I'm mostly kidding. Can we wash this off yet? It's making my face itchy."

"Mhm, c'mon rockstar," he pinches my side softly as I get off his knee, rolling his eyes at the name.