Silence (5sos ot4)

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A/N- ANOTHER CHAPTER THAT IS UNEDITED AND TOOK ME ALL WEEK TO WRITE BECAUSE SCHOOL UGGHHHHH!!!
ENJOY THIS STUPIDLY HALF EDITED CHAPTER PEOPLES TEHE!!!!!

When Calum woke up the next morning, he realised everyone was gone.

Of course they left... no one wants to stay around me for too long.. maybe I should just sneak home before they get back.

He thought to himself. He looked down, noticing all he had on were his boxers and the sweater he had on yesterday.

He slowly got out of bed, looking for his jeans and dreading the walk home. He knew he would be in serious trouble when he got there.

He found his pants and was about to put them on, when Ashton walked into the room. He walked up behind the kiwi boy, who hadn't noticed him yet, and wrapped his arms around him from behind.

"Hey baby. I was just gonna come wake you. We have to get ready for school, love. Do you want to borrow some of Michael's clothes or do you want me to drive you over to your house to pick some up?" Ashton asked, picking Calum up and sitting him back on the bed into his lap.

When Calum opened his mouth but hesitated to answer out loud, he looked Calum in his eyes. "I heard what you said last night, love. I know you can talk. And I know you don't like speaking, but you can talk to us. You know Luke, Mikey, and I. And I don't wanna force you, but just know you don't always have to write down what you want to say. You can just... say it out loud. I think you have a cute voice. The lisp makes it even more adorable," Ashton told him.

Calum blushed. One of the reasons he didn't talk was because of his lisp. Ashton, on the other hand, thought it was adorable. This was really new to him.

He took a deep breath and responded. "Ok-kay.. I'll t-try," he stuttered out.

Ashton gave him a tiny smile and hugged him. "Okay... I'm glad you feel comfortable enough around us to try talking to us. It makes me feel special," he said giggling. "Now, were you going to borrow some of Michael's clothes, or do you want some of your own? They might be big, but it is kind of cold out, so they'll keep you warm."

"C-can I borrow M-Michael's cl-clothes please?"

Ashton nodded. "Sure. He already had some picked out for you just in case. He really likes you, you know? We all do," Ashton admitted.

Calum looked down, blushing a deep red. He shook his head. There was no way they liked him. But he decided not to say anything.

"I'll be right back. Let me go get your clothes and a towel and stuff. Or do you want to shower later tonight?"

"N-now," Calum answered quietly. Ashton nodded and was about to get up and get Calum every thing he needed, when Michael walked into the room arms full of toiletries and extra clothes.

"Hey, babe. Did you sleep okay? I'm sorry you woke up alone. I hope you didn't get worried or anything. But, here are your things. Umm... I couldn't find any jeans that would fit you. They all looked too big, so I gave you tights instead. I hope you don't mind. And the sweater is also very big... it will probably reach the tops of your knees. But it was the smallest one I had," Michael said.

Calum smiled shyly at him and took the items from his arms. "Th-thank you," he whispered. Michael looked at him shocked.

"You.. you said something. Calum... you actually talked. Oh my god! Your voice is so freaking adorable!" Michael exclaimed. Calum blushed.

Michael hugged him tightly, causing the shorter boy to flinch at the unexpected embrace, but he hugged back nonetheless.

"Okay. I just got excited. I'm sorry. You can shower now," Michael told him. Calum nodded and headed towards the connected bathroom.

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When Calum was done and dressed, he looked at himself in the mirror like he does every morning at his house (he can't call it home because well... it's not) and picked out his flaws.

He looked at how fat he was. There was so much extra fat that he had to get rid of. He hated it so much.

He looked at his face and hair. Even he knew that he wasn't attractive in any way. His hair was an unruly mess of raven tangles and curls. His eyes were a terrible shade of dark brown that made them look black and colorless. They once were a lighter brown color, but not anymore.

He even thought about his annoying voice and stutter and lisp. Ashton and Michael apparently thought they were adorable... but he knew they were only saying that so that he wouldn't feel bad. Which only made him feel worse.

There were so many things about him that were just terrible. If he could change everything about himself, he would. He just hated himself that much.

He looked up again and noticed he was crying. He didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help it. He tugged a beanie onto his head and tried to stop his tears, but they kept coming every time he looked up at himself. What he saw.... he didn't like at all. He hated everything. He wiped his tears with his sleeve (Michael was right, it was a really big sweater that reached the top of his knees and slightly hung off one shoulder and over both hands) and took a deep breath. But the tears kept falling. By now he was beginning to dig his fingernails into the skin on his wrists. But then he jumped and panicked. 

(A/N- I PROMISE I MEANT NONE OF THAT!!! I FEEL SO BAD FOR WRITING IT!!! CALUM AND THE OTHERS ARE ABSOLUTELY PERFECTION I FEEL SO BAD!!!)

There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Calum... are you okay in there? It sounds like you're crying." It was Michael.

Calum tried to compose himself and he unlocked the door. Michael slowly walked in and took in the boys appearance. At first he thought the shorter boy looked absolutely adorable in his clothes (which were extremely oversized on him, but a cute oversized) but then he noticed the boy trying to wipe away his still falling tears, and he acted on instinct.

He pulled Calum into his arms and hugged him tight. He didn't say anything at first. He just let Calum cry. Then he finally started asking questions.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Did something happen? Do you feel sick? We can take you home if you want us to. You don't have to come to school. It's Friday anyway. You don't have to come if you don't feel well,"Michael suggested. He felt Calum tense up when he mentioned taking him "home" but he didn't comment on it.

Calum's arms hesitantly wrapped around Michael's torso. He shook his head. "I'll be f-fine. Pl-please don't m-ma-make me go h-ho-home," he practically begged, not meaning for that to slip out.

Michael picked the boy up and carried him to the room, slightly worried at how light he was. Kind of like Luke...

He sat on the bed with Calum in his lap. He quickly kissed the boy's cheeks, blotchy from the crying. "What's wrong darling? Please tell me love," Michael practically begged. He wanted to help, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Calum shook his head again. "N-n- nothing. I just... had a m-moment of s-self hatred. I'm fine. I'll get o-over it," he explained.

Michael could tell the now pale boy didn't want to talk about it right now, so he just nodded and rubbed the raven haired boy's sides, Calum relaxing into the touch and almost immediately calming down. Michael decided to keep that in mind for later.

Once he knew Calum was okay, he checked the time and nudged Calum a bit. "It's 8:50 right now. Class doesn't start until 9:45. Ashton and Luke are waiting for us downstairs. Are you hungry? We were going to stop by a really good bakery to get chocolate chip muffins for breakfast," he explained to Calum.

"Not h-hun-gry," Calum whispered, refusing to look at Michael.

"Okay, but... please eat something. Lukey never eats a whole one, maybe you two can share," the red haired boy suggested. Calum looked into his pleading eyes and gave in. Michael smiled brightly.

"Okay, I just don't want you to be hungry," Michael insisted. Calum nodded. He hadn't eaten in days, of course he was hungry. But from what he saw in the mirror... maybe he should wait a few more days before he eats more than a simple snack.

Calum reluctantly nodded his head, giving Michael a kiss on his cheek, and let the red head lead him downstairs where Ashton and Luke were waiting...