description: in which you supply the pink-cupped tea calum drinks on video call with the boys, and you overhear some interesting news.
“Baby, do you want some tea?” You leaned around the corner of the kitchen, kettle steaming down on the stove which had just been shut off. You tilted your head to the side, eyeing the door of the music room where Calum was booting up the video chat.
He spun in his chair at the sound of your voice and tugged the earphones off his head. The video chat commenced, displaying Ashton chowing down some fish fingers, Luke’s empty couch, and Michael very obviously playing a video game.
“Yes, please!” He called back, “With a-“
“Quarter cup milk and two tablespoons of sugar,” you bit down on your bottom lip and suppressed your grin.
“Love you,” Calum sheepishly turned back to the computer, cheeks scrunched up with a smile.
“I wuv you, Y/N, aw, mm, mm, mm,” Ashton leaned close to his mic, making smooch noises and scrunching his face up.
“Shut up, mate,” Calum flipped him off and rocked back and forth on the computer chair. “You’re just jealous my girls making me tea.”
“I am. I would kill to have some of Y/N’s tea right now.” Ashton dipped another fish finger into a plate of tarter sauce off camera.
Michael nodded his head in agreement, “Some of her tea, her pie, her lasagna, cake, cupcakes-“
“Oh, God, her homemade Mac-and-Cheese,” Luke interrupted, sitting crisscross on his couch.
You were stirring the spoon in the pink mug when you heard Ashton first say your name. You paused outside of the room, slippered foot hooking around your ankle as you learn against the door frame. A smile played on your face as your hand slowed.
“Lucky me,” Calum replied, “I get to have all that whenever I want to.”
“Is that why you’re gonna ask her to marry you?” Michael chortled.
Though Calum had his headphones in, the boys were loud and the house was quiet enough for you to hear them. Your eyes widened only slightly, but you weren’t all that surprised. You knew that, eventually, he’d had you to marry him because you’d discussed it before quarantine began.
“Yeah, yeah,” Calum hung his head, eyeing the box that was stuffed inside his desk drawer.
“Wait, where were you gonna do it again?” Ashton said through a mouth full of fish fingers.
Calum grinned, “San Franscisco. It’s her favorite song that we made and she loves the view of the bridge from that little hill.”
Luke pouted his bottom lip, Michael paused his game, and Ashton’s eyes literally filled with tears.
“Oh, my Gosh,” Ash responded.
“That sounds beautiful, Cal,” Luke added with a sad tone.
Your jaw dropped lightly, a single tear spilling down your cheek. You sniffled softly and wiped it away. Fist closed, you tapped your knuckles against the door, pushing it open a little more.
Calum spun his chair around, face turning red when he saw you shuffle inside the room. Luke, Ashton, and Michael went quiet, attempting to look anywhere but the camera.
“Oh, hey,” Calum attempted to look casual, as if he hasn’t just dished to his best friends all the details about his engagement plans. “Thank you.”
You moved towards him, a shy grin on your face. “You’re welcome.”
It was obvious you had heard what he said, but you wouldn’t spoil it for him.
You pressed a quick kiss on his cheek and waved at the boys. You placed a hand on the back of his chair, leaning down into frame. “Hey, guys, maybe I can make some pies and stuff and bring ‘em over. Drop ‘em off on the doorstep.”
Calum stared in awe at you, the hairs curled around your ear, the thin dew of oil staining your skin from the nap you’d just woken up from. You were wearing his black CALM hoodie, the strings uneven, the sleeves down past your knuckles, and leggings cinched to your ankles with fuzzy socks.
“We’d love it if you did that,” Ashton spoke for the three, speaking to you, but his eyes on Calum.
In fact, Luke and Michael were watching Calum, too. He looked so sick in love, eyes glinting with utter adoration.
“Okay. Just text the chat and let me know what you want. I’m going grocery shopping tomorrow. Online pickup is too busy,” you shrugged when Luke’s face flashed with confusion.
They nodded respectively before waving goodbye as you walked out the door. Just before you shut it, though, Calum took off his earphones and followed you. He nudged you into the hallway, fingers wrapping around your waist and lips attaching to yours.
You caught yourself on his shoulders, “Woah, rockstar, slow down. What?”
He leaned his forehead on yours, “You heard.”
You blushed, “I did, but- no matter. As far as I’m concerned my boyfriend and I want to get engaged, but I have no idea where or when he’s gonna do it. Personally, I wouldn’t care if he did it on the toilet. I’d still say...maybe.” You spoke with sarcasm, emitting a giggle at your final word.
Calum hugged you tight, pressing his face into your neck. “I love you.”
“Love you, too, baby.” you pulled away and nudged him towards the ajar door. “Now go see your actual spouses. I’m sure they’re dying to hear all about that bass line you wrote.”
With a unhidden grin and swollen cheeks, he shut the door, only to arrive with Ashton making more kissing noises, Luke singing the famous “sitting in a tree,” and Michael’s face flashing with the light from a video game.
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