"I can explain,"
Which, like, no actually. He can't. He can't explain why he's laying in bed, holding a tiny mirror in his hand and applying black eye shadow with the other.
He can't explain the bag of makeup on the end of his bed, colorful pinks and greens and blues practically screaming from inside the discreet, black bag.
He can't explain why there's a black skirt hanging from the back of the hotel door or a pair of red flats on the floor next to it.
Calum can't, he can't do anything except stare up at his shocked band mates, standing just at the edge of the bed. They stare right back, eyes flicking between the compact in his palm to the black eye shadow covering his finger.
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Fanfiction"What does normal even mean? Sounds dangerous." Or the one where Calum's genderfluid and afraid of himself, Michael's demiromantic pansexual and really annoyed, Ashton's asexual and sassy, and Luke's gay and oblivious. And everyone loves Calum. ((C...