Amity
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Amity was rushing around the island of her kitchen in her apartment. Michael was glaring at her, a bag of flour in his hand and a devious look in his eyes.

"Don't do it Michael," Amity warned, watching his hand slowly shift in the bag.

"What are you going to do?" Michael asked.

"I'll call Calum into the room and he'll beat you up," Amity threatened.

Michael laughed but decided to set the flour down. Amity had Calum sit on him for four hours once and he wasn't about to try and relive it.

The two of them were making cupcakes while the others were chilling in the living room about ten feet away. Calum had been watching his best friend and his girlfriend run around and he found it endearing. He loved how they were all such good friends and got along so well. He had his friends hate certain girlfriends in the past but this was different.

Calum continued to hear Amity and Michael playfully banter in the kitchen while he and Luke and Ashton were in the living room, watching some TV show about teenage mothers.

The boys had decided to stay in for the night and all decided to head over to Amity's apartment. Luke and Ashton hadn't seen her in awhile and had missed her. They honestly loved Calum's girlfriend.

"They're ready!" Michael said excitedly, hearing the buzzer go off on the oven.

Amity shooed the boy away and grabbed a pot holder to take the tin out of the oven. She opened it and immediately felt the heat travel across her body.

Amity pulled the rack out slightly and reached in to grab the tin. She seemed to have misjudged the distance and her inner arm touched the top of the hot metal cool. It hurt so badly and Amity felt tears well up in her eyes.

The pan immediately dropped to the floor, cupcakes falling out of their place. She didn't really care, they could always make more.

"Fuck!" Amity yelled, not really being able to contain her words.

"Fucking hell," she said, talking to herself. She shut the oven and quickly ran to the sink to wash her arm under cool water. She whimpered at the soothing feeling of the cold water and tried to stop the tears escaping her eyes.

She left her forearm under the water for a few minutes before deciding to shut it off and walk to her room to find a bandage. Amity turned around and saw all four boys staring at her. It was like they had seen a ghost.

"What's wrong?" Amity asked, feeling a bit weird underneath their intense stares.

"You literally just said fuck so fucking loudly," Luke said. He was the first to talk. He always was.

"And I've literally seen you cry a bit when you call someone a bitch," Ashton then added.

"I didn't mean to! I promise! It just kind of slipped out," Amity said sheepishly.

She nervously ran her uninjured arm's fingers through her hair, seeing the boys just look at her.

"I'll be in my room," she rushed out. She quickly walked away and made her way into her bedroom.

She walked into the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom. Amity quickly grabbed some gauze and an ace bandage, making a makeshift cool pack to hopefully stop the inflamed skin from hurting.

Amity turned around when she heard a soft knock on the door. Calum was standing there, leaning against the wood, and had his arms crossed on his chest.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked.

Amity nodded her head and walked to Calum, hugging him. Calum hugged her back and placed a light kiss to her forehead.

"I could be better," Amity admitted.

"Do you need to go to a doctor or anything?" he asked. He hated seeing Amity hurt and he just wanted to make sure that she wasn't suffering or anything.

"No! I'm good. I just need to relax a bit," she answered.

"Michael just ordered cupcakes from Postmates to replace the ones that fell and Ashton put on a movie. Don't worry about anything. We'll be very calm for the rest of the night," Calum said softly.

"I love you so much," Amity said, resting into her boyfriend's grasp.

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This took me awhile to update but I promise I'll be updating more quickly soon!

-malumwritings