"It's Not Love If It Hurts" //5sos

/107/

They had just finished watching a movie, and they all were sprawled out on the floor. Everyone was in a bit of a grumpy mood- the sort of tired, restless daze that made you grunt and grumble.

Finally, Annie got up. "I'm going to get some cheese. Anyone want any?"

She was met with only unintelligible grumbles, so she pushed herself up, detangling her arms from Calum's. Tip toeing around the boys, she carefully made her way into the kitchen. "Aww, Calum, can I have the key to the knife drawer?"

He grunted.

"Why do you need a key for a knife drawer?" Michael asked tiredly.

"So she doesn't stab me," Calum said unenthusiastically.

Annie carefully walked back over to where he was. "Where's the key?"

He crossed his arms, mockingly stubborn. "I'm not telling you."

Annie sat down, leaning on her knees. "Come on... where's the key?" She asked innocently, resting her chin on his chest.

Michael cleared his throat. "For the record, I think giving her a knife is a horrible idea, and I've got a scar to prove it."

"And I think being a complete and utter tool is a horrible idea, but your living proof it's possible. Come on Cal, where's the key?"

He huffed, rolling over so he was next to Luke. "Luke.... could you get it for me."

"No," he grumbled, unblinking. "Get it yourself."

"Just use a butter knife," Calum instructed, still not bothering to get up.

Ashton sighed, pushing himself to a sitting position. "You have a full drawer just for knives?"

"And matches," Calum corrected.

Annie, who was in the kitchen, immediately piped up. "That's where the matches went! I was wondering where they are."

"Smart move, Cal." Luke praised, giving him a weak knuckle punch.

Annie huffed. "Why do you have to lock the drawer? And why put the matches in there? It's not like I'm going to burn the house down!"

"That-" he announced, clearing his throat, "-is still unknown."

"Probably best to keep the matches on there," Michael agreed, "I wouldn't even trust her with a butter knife."

"No one was asking for your opinion," Annie retorted as she walked back over to Calum, the conversation much more interesting than her snack. "Come on, I think it's about time we took the lock off the drawer!" she said decidedly.

Calum just laughed it off. "Only sane people can have access to the knife drawer!"

"I'm sane!" she defended. "You should know. You're dating me!"

Ashton snorted in agreement.

"Annie, I love you..." Calum said, his sentence trailing off. "But... I'm not about to give you access to the knife drawer. Because I love you. And because you'd probably kill me in my sleep."

"True," Michael agreed.

Annie huffed once more. "What about the matches?"

"You'd burn the house down," Ashton added helpfully.

"Not even. I can handle matches."

"Yes, but I definitely can't handle you burning down the house."