A story where Michael is Mute and Calum is determined to make him talk again. Note: these will be very short chapters. The sequel to this is called Chatterbox. 2015 // created by 5Secondsof1D_2B1; all rights reserved

Four childhood friends/bandmates have grown apart over the years following the death of one of them, Michael. The 'bass' of this friend group, Calum, is currently aimless in life and forgotten his love for music it is at this point in his life that he starts to see Michael's spirit. Michael states that Calum may be able to see him because of a wish he would like fulfilled but is unsure of what that may be. As Calum attempts to fulfill Michael's last wish he again falls in love with music, and also Michael Gordon Clifford...

oblivious boys who send letters to each other

the one where two boys meet on a train in the city of chicago.

"why can't you hold me in the street? why can't i kiss you on the dance floor? i wish that it could be like that; why can't we be like that?" - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2016 © baepsaemalum

"I'll never really die, Michael. Not until you do." All Rights Reserved.© 2014 WriteDrunk. Formerly known as 'Cancer'.

"you're so good to me." "only for you, princess." or the one where michael has a bad boy persona but has a major soft spot for the out spoken boy, calum.

"You're always my first priority, baby." Calum Hood is in the military and hasn't been able to see his high school lover, Michael Clifford, for four and a half years. What happens when he's finally able to come home? - Side of Lashton #635 in fanfiction <<< 1ST place in the malum bromance awards 2016 >>> • Started March 27th , 2016 • • Completed July 12th, 2016 •

"He doesn't have anyone, no friends, no family." The nurse snapped. "You might as well get out of here too, he doesn't even know you." "That's the best part," Michael replied with a small smile. "Talking to someone you don't know. Besides, I'm already on my way out." He entered room 213 two minutes after he usually comes around. "Sorry I'm late." he mumbles, sitting down beside the bed. "I've been telling you a lot of secrets lately." Michael chuckles sadly, biting his lip to keep the tears at bay. "You probably can't hear me and I'm a complete stranger but there's one secret I'm not ready to tell anyone." Michael continues, looking down at the coma patient. "I'm not ready to tell you either."

"it's what i can't see that bothers me," "so, basically... everything bothers you?" - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2016 © baepsaemalum