CALUM BEING A SMILEY LITTLE SHIT

I cannot go any further with calum hood

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i am so finished with him

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and his adorable fucking laugh that hasn’t changed in 3 years

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fuck this one is actually the cutest

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the crinkles by his eyes ksdjdslasjkkhjsd

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his stupid faces

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his tonnnngue

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this dork

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is ruining

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my life

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actual perfection

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he pulls the cutest faces I

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ft ashton looking fiiine

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fuck calum hood.

but also fuck calum hood.

5. He Wakes Up Your Baby

Calum - His footsteps thumped sightly as he padded down the hall to your baby son’s room. He pushed the door open slowly, allowing a quiet squeak to join the sound of small sniffles coming from his son. He could see a tiny crack of sunlight creeping through the curtains by the crib, shining brightly in a long streak across the room. He bends over the crib, smiling widely at his son curled up in a tiny ball on his back. “Morning baby.” His index finger rubs small circles on his tiny stomach before his small eyes peel open. The pacifier still between his gums, he begins to whimper for him. “Daddy’s here baby, Daddy’s here.” Calum says, continuing to trace small patterns on his son’s stomach, not being able to control his smiling.

Ashton - He slowly stroked his baby girl’s head as she rest upon his stomach. Quiet snores escaped her lips, her tiny chest rising and falling at a steady pace. His fingers traced her facial features, circling around her tiny nose, causing him to giggle. “You’re so tiny baby girl.” He whispers, leaning down to kiss the top of her small, delicate head. Her small tufts of dirty blonde hair tickled his lips. He was soon snapped out of his daze when the baby stirred, her small fists curling closer to her face. He watched as she began to stretch out, fluttering her tiny eyes open and letting out a small whimper. “Hello baby girl, did you have a nice nap on daddy?” Ashton coos, lifting her up and bringing her into his warm embrace. “Seems like you did.”

Michael - Michael was downstairs with Luke, Cal and Ash, playing a video game of some sort. You were out shopping for your daughter, buying her clothes and all of the baby necessities, so Michael offered to stay home look after her. Just as Michael was about to win, he heard a small cry come from the baby monitor causing him to jump up and race up to your daughters room. He burst trough the door went straight to her crib as she lay there, eyes wide and lips pouted. “Baby what’s wrong?” He gasped, lifting his baby daughter. As soon as she was set on his chest her whimpers stopped. “You just wanted your daddy didn’t you baby?” He smiled, cuddling his daughter tightly. “You’re definitely a daddy’s girl.”

Luke - "I’ll always be thinking of you, wherever you are." He sung lightly to his slumbering son rest upon his shoulder, pacing the room. When he reached the second verse, he heard a small whimper coming from his mouth, which soon turned into grunts. "Hey my little penguin, are you waking up?" Luke cooed, bouncing his son slightly as he began to awake. Luke peppered small kisses on the top of his head, yawning as he did so, before walking over to the changing table, ready to change the once clean diaper his son wore during his slumber. "Let’s get you cleaned up baby."

fuCKING SHIT IM CRYING WHY CANT THIS HAPPEN TO ME LSDJNFW ASHTONS IS CLJNFWSEDF

This book is pretty much our official story so far. It really does only seem like last week we played our first gig in at the Annandale hotel in Sydney. Since then we’ve been given the opportunity to turn into the people and musicians we wanted to be.

The people who gave us the opportunity were the fans. So this book is like a thank you. We want everyone to know the story of how four western Sydney teenagers picked up their instruments and dreamt of being one of the biggest bands in the world. There’s also some embarrassing photos of us dicking around and some facts that some of us didn’t even know. So we hope you enjoy it!

Love cal, luke, ash and mike x

How not to write description of your book. This band…

Eleanor and Park

"I don’t like you, Park. I think I live for you. I don’t even breathe when we’re not together. Which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it’s been like sixty hours since I’ve taken a breath. That’s probably why I’m so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we’re apart is think about you, and all I do when we’re together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide you don’t want me?"

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