little love

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calum hadnt eaten anything. everything michael had made, or bought, especially for calum...he just didnt want to eat any of it. everyday that went by without ashton, had calum tumbling down further and further into his whirlwind of depression. everyday that passed, made calum more sick. the poor boy couldn't think, he couldn't eat, he couldn't do anything without ashtons guidance.

calum was too far gone to even realize that.

yes, calum knew he was dependent on ashton, but that was also because ashton was his caregiver. nothing mattered to calum anymore. michael felt bad to even think the way he did sometimes, but watching calum without ashton...the boy was honestly completely useless without ashton. he did nothing besides take up michaels spare room.

michael also knows that calums heart is broken, and that he's sad, but...sometimes you just have to get out of bed and do something for yourself. even if it's something small, like just getting out of bed to walk around, or eat a piece of toast, or bathe.

michael felt like a terrible friend since he was getting antsie, especially since calums room got smellier and smellier by the day, yet he still couldn't help but feel angry and upset.

michael wanted calum to get up, and do something. he wanted calum to eat, or shower (especially shower) or even just sit in the family room. with each passing day, michael can see just how dependent calum was on ashton, and his hatred towards ashton slowly fades.

michael couldn't keep trying to hard, either. and maybe that made him a shit friend (he didn't think so, but at the same time he also felt bad for thinking like that. all he wanted was the best for calum) but he really wanted calum to grow, and he strong, and to gain even the slightest bit of confidence.

this was michaels last attempt at trying. it had been two weeks since the last time calum had come out, even for food. he smelled horrid, his face was starting to sink in, and his eyes were constantly red from crying. michael wanted his pity to end.

"calum?" michael asks, not bothering to knock as he opened the door (he knew calum was just laying in bed, looking lifeless anyway), "i made breakfast. i made your favorite. chocolate chip pancakes?"

calum just grumbles half into his dirty pillow (like he's been doing for the past two weeks). michael frowns, and for some reason starts to get angry.

"come on, come eat. you haven't eaten anything i've made for you in the past two weeks and even from here i can tell you're losing weight you cant afford to lose."

"no," calum grumbles, turning his head away from the door. michael huffs, stomps into the room, and rips the blankets off of calums body. unfortunately, calum doesn't even react. he just continues to lay in his spot, and stare into space.

"im tired of this," michael says, and calum can hear the hurt lacing his voice, "you need to get up and do something, mate. i have put so much time and effort into helping you through this but you don't care and you're not willing to even get up. this has to end. get up, take a shower, get dressed, and come downstairs. we're going to eat breakfast, and then go outside. you need the fresh air."

michael stands in the room, for about five minutes, waiting for calum to get up or answer him or something. calum doesn't even bat at eyelash towards michael.

"thats it," michael growls, slamming the door behind him as he marches back downstairs. he fishes his phone out of his pocket, and dials ashtons number. within the first ring, ashton picks up.

"mikey, hey. is everything alright?"

"no," michael huffs, spilling out all of his anger, "calum won't do anything. he has barely eaten anything, he smells like complete shit, and he won't even acknowledge me. you need to get over here, and talk to him, please. i can not keep doing this with him. my house is starting to reek, the bedsheets need washed and its driving me insane."

michael pants softly by the time his rant was over. on the other line, ashton is silent for a couple seconds afterwards.

"okay," ashton whispers, "i'll come over and talk to him."

"oh, thank you," michael sighs, doubling over in relief, "thank you, thank you."

ashton clears his throat, "yeah, um...you might want to leave us alone for a bit, though. it might get ugly."

"i'll stay outside for as long as i need but please, hurry. he needs this."

"alright, im on my way."

"i'll be watching for you."

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they've been apart over two weeks now ): what do you think will happen when ashton shows up?
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