((LOOK AT THE COVER LU MADE US. LOOK AT IT. Thanks Lu aka coffeeshopluke !!!!! ))

Calum slips the soft pink crop top on first. It slims her shoulders and hangs loose to the bottom of her ribs, stopping in time to show the smooth curve of her thin, feminine waist and hips. The fabric is soft and smooth on her bare skin, making a small smile flicker on her lips.

Next comes the skirt. Its a pleated, black, high waisted one that settles just above her belly button. It flowers out to the middle of her smooth thighs, swishing along her hips and bum gently. She sits at the edge of the hotel bed then and slides on one black sock, stretching it and plucking at the fabric until it goes over her knee and almost to the hem of her skirt. After putting on the second one, she stands up again and pauses.

She likes the socks. Its the first time she's wearing them. Michael had gotten them for her with a small smile and a quiet, "You're going to look cute as hell in these, baby."

She does look cute as hell in them.

They grip her calves and knees tightly, holding in everything she hates and smoothing out the muscles with the dark fabric. They make her knees look less knobby and her legs look less manly.

Finally, as an ending touch for the outfit, she slips on some black hidden heels. They make her even taller, which makes her frown. She rips them off again and replaces them with a worn out pair of black vans.

And, finally, Calum looks in the mirror.

There's a soft pink bow in her straightened, bleached out hair, along with the same color eye shadow covering her eyelids. Her lashes are longer and curled up, thanks to an eyelash curler and some mascara. She'd even managed to dig out some foundation and blush.

The entire outfit makes her smile. The makeup makes her smile. The hair and the bow name her smile. She's grinning at her reflection when the door flings open.

It's Luke, frowning down at a piece of crumpled pink fabric, in his hands and walking with a purpose. "Hey, Cal, do you think you could- woah," he blurts upon looking up and catching sight of Calum.

Calum flushes instantly and stumbles backwards in an aborted attempt to get away from Luke. Luke's mouth drops open and his eyes widen, practically raking across Calum's body. He's still staring when the door opens up again and the other two come in, glaring at each other and bickering obliviously.

Ashton notices the tense atmosphere and cuts himself off halfway through an insult, glancing up and following Luke's eyes. Michael isn't so quick and bumps into Luke's back, making both of them stumble and Michael swear. When he doesn't get a response, he glances up and cuts off with a startled choking noise.

Calum continues blushing. She squirms under the attention of the three boys with their eyes wide and their mouths open, and realises this is the first time any of them have seen her in a completely girlish outfit. They've seen bits and pieces, like skirts and socks and shirts, but never the whole outfit put together. She's horrified at their reactions, they can't seem to stop staring at her.

She ducks down, still flushed and frowning, eyes burning with tears, and darts into the bathroom before they can stop her. The door slams shut before they snap out of it and Michael yells a surprised, "Wait!"

"Calum, come back!" Luke tacks on.

Calum locks the door into place and leans against it, pressing her back against it. The strip of skin showing between the waistline of her skirt and the hem of her shirt burns at the freezing cold wood of the door.

The entire door jolts, making her jump, when someone pounds on the other side. She slaps her hand over her mouth and feels tears squeezing from her eyes while her boys beg for her to come out from the other room.

"Cally, babe, please," Ashton pleads. "We just want to see you, princess!"

"Yeah, Cal," Luke adds. "We just want to see you!"

"Cal, come on," Michael continues. "You look hot as fuck, I told you that you woukd, just let us see you again!"

Calum wants to take off the outfit. She wants to change into sweatpants and Ashton's manly shirt and growl angrily until she turns into a boy again. She wants to wash her face and flush the bow down the toilet and remove the color from her hair. She can't believe she thought any of this would be a good idea. Of course they'd want to inspect her, of course they'd want to see her. She's embarrassed of her body, why would she want three boys looking over it?

She would take the costume off too, if she'd brought any other clothes with her into the bathroom. And with nothing but lacy pink panties on underneath the skirt, she's not about to take anything off.

So, instead, she slides down the door, hand still clasped firmly over her mouth to muffle her sobs, and decides to wait it out.

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Calum waits for a while, ten opens the door when there's no more tearsin her eyes and all is quiet from the other room. Her butt is cold and aching from the time in the floor, and her joints are stiff from sitting for so long in one spot.

The white bathroom door creeks open slowly, making a head pop up from behind the couch. Luke's eyes light up and Calum starts. She goes to close it again, when suddenly the scuffed up toe of a black boot is shoved into the open space. She pushes and pushes, but the other person pushes back and Calum goes stumbling backwards when the door flings all the way open.

All three of her band mates charge on in like they own the place, instantly engulfing Calum in a tight hug from all sides. She gets a mouthful of honey colored curls and several hands on her bare waist, skin touching skin, warm bodies pressing against her own. She can barely breath.

"Guys," she huffs loudly, stomping on Michael's foot harshly. Michael yelps a little and moves his foot, but doesn't let go.

"We were so worried!" Luke explains, pressing kisses to the top of Calum's head. Calum finds herself giggling, despite. The other three him and kiss her too, until she's giggling and squirming even more. Lips land on her chin, collarbones, biceps, forehead, anywhere they can reach. Calum's giggling loudly, scrunching up her nose and trying to get away from them so they'll quit making her feel so damn loved.

Finally, after several minutes, she manages to shake them off and shove them away. They're all grinning, lined up in front of her and looking her over again. Calum flushes dark pink and ducks her head down, trying to hide a smile this time.

"Quit looking at me," she demands.

"You're just so pretty, princess," Ashton chirps, reaching forward to brush a lock if bleach blonde hair out of Calum's eyes. "Oh, look at your hair!"

Its quiet for a few seconds, while Ashton plays with the strand of hair between his fingers, twirling it around and tugging on it gently. Finally, Calum whispers, "Do you not like it?"

She probably shouldn't have stolen the box of bleach from Michael's suitcase. She probably shouldn't have used it without telling them.

All three of them start talking at once, six hands reaching forward to grab at Calum's head and play with her hair. They're all praising her up and down, telling her how good it looks and grinning widely. Calum blushes and giggles and ducks her head down again, slapping at their wrists gently.

Michael steps up first. He stands about ten centimeters in front of Calum, with their toes almost touching, and reaches forward. His cold fingers touch her thigh, then slip into the hem of her left sock. He tugs on it gently, then let's it snap back against her skin with a small smile. "I told you," he says. "You look so pretty. I love these socks, babe."

Calum's cheeks are burning. Even more than before.

Luke elbows his way up then, standing next to Michael and in front of Calum. He tugs on the waistband of Calum's skirt, eyes practically sparkling, and rests his hand on her waist. His fingers dig into Calum's bare skin and massage her waist gently, in the most comforting way possible. "Is this a Forever 21 skirt?"

Calum giggles again and nods. "I ordered it offline."

"I almost bought the same one," Luke admits. "Its beautiful, doesn't match my skin tone, though. Its perfect on you."

Calum feels her lips stretching into a stupid grin, trying and failing to hold it in.

Ashton's next. He shoves the other two out of the way (much to their annoyance) and grabs Calum's wrists. He tugs her forward gently, then turns her towards the mirror above the bathroom sink. He's standing behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder, and gripping her waist in his giant hands. Michael and Luke elbow their way to her sides, standing next to her and looking her over in the mirror.

"Look how beautiful you are, princess," Ashton whispers. All three of them are grinning, staring at her almost proudly. "Look how pretty you look."

Calum looks. She looks in the mirror, at herself, at her outfit, at her surroundings.

Calum decides her favorite accessories are her three boys and their giant smiles.