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^Five^

"I know." I smile wider, "but with your beauty skills I wasn't going to take the chance of meeting Calum in such childish talent." Hannah rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, ok princess. Need some help?" My cheeks heat up as a darkened red appear on my pale features. I nod, suddenly shy, wondering how i was granted with such a friend. I feel light and elated as Hannah shows me different techniques, shows me what matches my skin tone.

I feel myself [a/n: I'm so gross hElp]

When i wakes up the next morning, i feel different now that one person has accepted me. Instead of that dark empty feeling i always endear upon waking up, i feel spirited and giddy. Excited.

Daring.

Shrugging out of my covers (after checking Calum's Twitter of course) i went to my closet in new found confidence.

Hey, my boyfriend is always fucking girls despite our relationship, he should find this hot, right?

After pondering long and hard, I pull out my long sleeved Black and blue shirt and my black skater skirt.

(So many years of taking Zandra shopping and buying pretty clothes in my size has done me well)

I slip those clothes on along with my black converse, and finish it off with my sparkly blue clip that Hannah is letting my borrow. I decide not to go too far with the makeup today, as I'm only just being comfortable with my clothing wear so I just dab a bit of lipgloss on and examine myself in my mirror.

I looked pretty

I felt pretty, and I was going to show everyone how pretty I am.

I grab my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder as I make my way down the stairs. I could see my mom sipping a mug of coffee as she stares down at her cellphone. I skip slightly to the fridge so I can pour myself a bowl of cereal.

"Morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?" My breather staggers as I realize I really am scared of what's she's going to think of me. My mom is very open minded, but a lot of people are until they find out that it's happening to their son.

"Yes, Mum." I screw the lid back on the milk.

"You remember that it's picture day right, hope you actually showered." She still hasn't looked up, too into whatever could possibly be on that phone of hers.

"I did last night," i promise and then it happens. She looks right at me. Her eyes widen slightly and she stares at me a long, long time. It's making my hands sweaty and i fiddle with the hem of my skirt.

"Pull your shirt down, honey," she says finally. I grins and kiss my mothers cheek before bounding towards the front door.

I was so happy i didn't even eat my cereal.

Hannah is standing by my locker when
I finally arrive. My school has a strong
LGBT+ alliance so i didn't expect much ridicule, but it didn't make it any less nerve wracking to be walking the halls completely different.

"You look great," hannah greets as I open my locker to get my history books out. "That skirt makes your legs look sexy."

"Whoa, whoa, ain't about that life," I joke. She rolls her eyes.

"Seriously, bro you're gonna have to lend me that entire outfit." I grimace.

"Please do not refer to me as bro while I'm wearing a skirt," I plead. She shrugs, grabbing her own books.

"How'd the mama take it?" She asks more softly as we make our way down the hall. I smile.

"She was fine about it! I was surprised, but she's always been okay with stuff like this. It's you know who that I'm worried about." Hannah's nostrils flare angrily at the mention of him.

"Still don't know why you're with that prick. He's a lowlife, doesn't deserve you." I shrug, biting my newly painted nails anxiously. I wanted to see his reaction to my appearance even though it would be obvious. Just as we're about to enter Mrs. Saunders AP history, Kayla and her posse start walking towards us. It's such a cliché, the queen bee and her insects running the entire school it makes me want to gag. Only problem is Kayla was super nice so it was hard to hate her. The thing I couldn't stand about her is what a fake 4stf fan she is.

She actually thinks Calum is straight, ha.

And I'm tan.

Her mouth turns into an amused smirk when she sees my outfit. She's not judging, just observing. Hannah is not impressed.

"Hello, Michael," Kayla says cheerfully. Her whole expression is excited and I feel the need to complement her cute blue sweater. "You look beautiful today." I blush, looking down.

"T-thank you." She nods sweetly.

"You'll totally have to share advice, that eyeliner wing is 100%. Do sit at lunch with us today." She pleads, grabbing one of my hands. Hannah looks like she's going to burst. "We can gush over Calum." Well, she has my vote. I look to hannah for permission and she just storms into the classroom without another look. "C'mon Mikey." Kay says. "Be my gbf."

What the hell did I just get myself into?

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Calum's P.O.V.

"Hey big boys," I roll my eyes as me and the band walk into the styling room. Emma, our stylist/manager was always trying to make a move on us. She just didn't get that their band was probably as gay as it gets.

Minus One Direction. They're mates, we're allowed to say so.

"Calum's up first." She winks and sashays her curly brown hair while patting the chair. I groan and go to sit.

Brooke, our tour manager (this whole project is full of women I swear) comes in then just as emma was sensually rubbing my head with conditioner.

"Fan mail time guys." Ashton, Dylan, and Luke groan. They hate fanmail for whatever reason, but I love it. Our fans our hilarious. Brooke dumps a few letters on my lap, and I ignore Emmas dirty whispers as I read.

Dear Cal Pal,

i am gay and I'm not sure how to come out to my parents. Any advice??

Isaiah.

I set that one aside to remember to reply to it later.

i liked giving them advice.

Cal,

Wanna fuk lmaoo

Bobby

Okay, our fans are uneducated swines as well, but we still love them.

Cal,

Don't play bass

Craft.

xx

P.s don't read the hat fic

Okay...?? I'm definitely reading it now. I go through a few more before catching one that gets me interested.

Michael Clifford.

I swear that name is familiar.

But then again, we get thousands of fanmail everyday, this could be anyone.

My dearest Calum,

How do you feel about boys wearing pretty things? Lipstick, skirts? Panties?

Michael G. Clifford.

Well,

I'm definitely replying to this one.

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hi!

i hope yall are enjoying this fic so far, i am!!

Do you guies have any letter requests of advice that i can answer in the story like family or crush advice?? I'd be happy to answer them.

How are you liking girly! Michael so far??