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thruheavenandhighwater · 6 years

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End The Night With You Pt. 2

[[ PART ONE ]] [[PART THREE]] [[PART FOUR]] [[PART FIVE]]

Pairing: Calum Hood/ Female Reader

Super fluffy again, some mention of cigarettes.

Word Count: 4,079 oh my god i have no idea how that happened i’m so sorry

It's now been just under a year since the night you met Calum Hood outside the venue of the show you had attended. The two of you became quick friends after that night and you both made efforts to connect with each other most every day. The two of you were constantly texting, talking on the phone, or snapchatting via the 5 Seconds Of Summer official snapchat. You still could not believe that by some random chance that night, Calum just happened to have wanted a cigarette at the same time that you happened to be smoking one, away from the large post-show crowd. It was not lost on you how lucky you were to not only have met him, but to have actually formed a genuine bond with him. You'd also spoken to the other guys in the band a few times as well, but mostly just when they would steal Calum's phone from him as he was talking to you. You didn't think you'd ever be able to forget your first conversation with Luke.

It was about four months after you'd met Calum, he was off somewhere in Europe on tour, taking over the world. He had texted you earlier in the day to make sure that he'd be able to call you at some point, neither of you quite yet sure how to make heads or tails of time differences. You told him to call you at what would have been roughly 1 am to him, but he assured you that he'd definitely call. And you believed him, because like he said the night you two met, he was a man of his word. When the time for his call rolled around you made sure to have your phone on you so that you wouldn't miss it. He called about 15 minutes later, apologizing over and over again for being late and blaming his drunken band mates. You could clearly hear a chorus of drunk male voices in the background of the phone call and offered to have him call you later on, or even the next day. Before Calum could answer you heard Luke in the background call out "Oi! Is'at (Y/N)?" You heard Calum say yes, and tell Luke to go away but Luke was apparently able to get Calums phone away from him because the next thing you heard was Luke on the other end of the line.

"Heeeeeey! It's (Y/N)!!!" He said, too loudly, his voice high pitched and slurring.

"Hi, Luke." You responded with a laugh.

Luke yelled to the people around him "Hey! Guess whaaaaaaat!" You listened as the noise around him silenced, a small smile still on your face. "Cal's girlfriend knows my naaaaaame!" Once again being way too loud, and slurring his words. Your smile fell istantly as you felt your entire body go red hot at his words. Sure, Calum was attractive, and nice, and funny and every other good thing a person could possibly be. But you weren't his girlfriend. The next thing you know a round of cheers and applause can be heard from the other side of the call, along with a roar of laughter from Luke and Calum telling him to give his phone back, peppering in some profanity and one particularly anatomical insult.

"Jesus, I'm sorry, (Y/N)." He starts with a sigh. "I'm in a band with a bunch of idiots." He says the last word slightly louder, making sure that they heard him. His statement was met with another roar of laughter and cheers. You assured him that it was okay, and told him to get off the phone and have fun with his friends. When he had protested, saying he wasn't in the mood to party, you jokingly threatened to hang up on him. He had giggled that cute, little giggle that you had come to absolutely adore. "Okay, I'll go. I'll have fun. I'm sorry our call got cut short. We can try again tomorrow." You agreed, and said your goodnights before hanging up. You knew all along that you and Calum were not dating. You were friends, and nothing more, and you were perfectly fine with that. But even knowing that, you still couldn't help yourself from thinking about the fact that Luke had called you Calum's girlfriend constantly for the next week.

It was now exactly three days until you would be seeing 5 Seconds Of Summer, and Calum, again and you could not be more excited. Calum was doing his damndest to get you to accept his offers of getting you into the show for free, getting you a meet and greet pass, even offering to bring you back stage with him and the band so that you could be side stage for the show, but you were adamant in declining every offer he made. You just wanted to be like every other fan going to see their favorite band that day.

"But you're not 'every other fan.'" He said, mimicking your tone over the phone. "You got someone on the inside now! Do you have any idea how many people would willingly lose an arm to get what I'm trying to give you?" His voice was slightly high pitched, feigning offense, as he tried to talk you into it.

"Maybe so, but I actually like waiting in line for shows. I've met some of the coolest people that way." You retorted.

"But not as cool as the people you meet by sharing cigarettes after the show, right?" His voice trailing up at the end and you swear to god you could actually hear him wiggling his eyebrows as he spoke. You smiled wide to yourself, sitting alone on your bed as you pretended to think about your answer. You tucked your legs under yourself so that you were sitting cross legged on top of your lavender bed spread before answering.

"I may have met like one or two cool people that way. Now that I think of it, I simply cannot remember." Calum groans into the phone at this. "Actually, there was this one guy..." You started, speaking as if you were trying to remember a distant memory that had gone blurry with time. "He was kinda cool, I guess. He definitely smoked a lot of my cigarettes, I do remember that." Calum actually gasped before all but yelling "I paid you back for those, (Y/N)!" You laughed and threw your head back, almost banging it on the headboard of your bed as you did so, as you thought back to that night. You heard Calum giggle on his end of the call, and you were really, really grateful that you were able to make him laugh like that.

The next few days somehow passed in a blur, and took a month to get through all at the same time. You went about your daily tasks on autopilot, just waiting impatiently for the night of the show. Work seemed to drag on worse than normal, and you found it hard to sleep at night due to the excitement. You spent the entire evening of the day before the show picking out an outfit, eventually settling on jeans and a plain hunter green shirt, basically the same outfit you had worn the last time you'd seen them live. You felt so dumb when you finally decided on your outfit, and you couldn't help but wonder why it had been so important in the first place.

Finally, after what seemed like lifetimes of waiting, the day of the show rolled around. You had planned on getting in line early to be sure you got a good spot in the crowd. You woke up well before your 6:30 alarm to a text from Calum.

(Y/N)! DO YOU KNOW WHAT TODAY IS!?!?!

You rub the sleep from your eyes as you smile down at your phone. You sit up in bed, throwing the covers from yourself before stretching your tired limbs. You pick your phone back up from your bed to text Calum back.

Thursday?

You smile to yourself at the thought that he was as excited about tonight as you were. As you waited for his response, you made your way to the bathroom and started to get ready for the day. By the time you had dressed and thrown your hair up into a towel after your shower your phone was buzzing on the bathroom counter, Calums name lighting up the screen.

Ouch, (Y/N). Ouch.

Another text came through at that very moment.

And here I thought that what we had was special )':

You laughed out loud, the sound magnified by the tiled walls of your bathroom.

Put away the tissues, Hood. I'm probably more excited than you are about tonight anyway.

Impossible.

You felt your heart speed up just a bit at his response. How did he always know exactly what to say to do that to you? It didn't matter if he was halfway across the world, or two blocks down the street. This boy knew you, and that was scary. Sure, you've had boyfriends in the past, but even the guys that you had been in serious, committed relationships with had never had this kind of effect on you. This friendship was... Odd, to say the least.

You finished getting ready for the show, dressing in your pre-chosen outfit and applying a light layer of foundation and mascara before blow drying your hair and throwing it into a high pony. You found yourself getting nervous as you got into your car to go to the venue. You had been looking forward to seeing Calum again since you'd bought your ticket months ago, but now that it was just hours away you couldn't ignore the ball of nerves that had settled deep inside the pit of your stomach.

The band sat in the dressing room, the sounds of the opening band drifting in. Calum was bouncing his legs at hyper speed, tapping on his knees with his hands periodically, completely zoned out to the conversations going on around him. The boys had been giving him a hard time about this show for the last few days, knowing that this was the one you’d be at. Luke shot Michael and sneaky smile and mouthed “Watch this!” to him, slyly pointing at Calum. “So, Cal." He started, leaning back in his chair. "Is your girlfriend gonna be at the show?” Calums face broke out into a huge grin as he looked at Luke. Luke wore a mischievous smile on his face. Calum shook his head and forced his smile to drop so he could scowl at the blond. “Her name is (Y/N). She’s not my girlfriend. And you know she’s going to be there.” He paused for a moment, redirecting his eyes to the dressing room door.

Michael let out a loud laugh. “I can’t believe you still haven’t made a move, man. Ask her out at least!” He said, throwing his hands dramatically above his head. Calum just shook his head again, still avoiding eye contact with his bandmates.

Suddenly Ashton stood from his own chair and walked over to Calum, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Guys, let’s be nice to Cal?” Calum looked up at him with a thankful smile. Ashton smiled back down at him. “Our boy is just taking his time, fellas. He's nervous about talking to a pretty girl. He’ll ask (Y/N) out when he’s good and ready.” Calum smacked Ashtons hand from his shoulder and sat forward on his chair. “You’re all a bunch of assholes, ya know that?” The three boys all laughed at once as Calum stood up and walked out the dressing room door, shutting it a little harder than he had meant to. Once he was on the other side of the door he pulled his cellphone from his pocket and sent you a text.

You felt your phone buzz in your hand with a text from Calum. You couldn't help but notice the time, making a mental note that 5 Seconds of Summer would be on stage in less than ten minutes.

Where are you parked?

The same place as last time.

Meet there after the show?

You grinned at your screen, tucking a fallen piece of hair behind your ear, before responding.

I’ll be the one sitting on my car (;

A few minutes passed, you imagined he was busy getting ready for the show with the guys so you didn’t mind. You were about to put your phone back in your pocket when it buzzed once more.

Awesome. You look great today, by the way.

You felt your breath catch in your throat the second you read his message. The opening band that was on stage was finishing up the last song of their set, you could vaguely hear one of them telling the crowd that they would be at their merch table for the rest of the night and after the show, but you couldn't pay attention if you had wanted to. Did he really just send that? Did he mean it the way you took it? Are you reading too much into it? Friends compliment each other all the time, right? You put your phone to sleep and replaced it in your back pocket, trying to push your thoughts from your mind so that you could properly enjoy the show.

A few minutes pass while the 5 Seconds of Summer techs set up the stage for the band. You get excited when you see them bring out the keyboard that Calum has been playing recently, placing it almost directly in front of you. The team works together seamlessly to get everything ready for the show. Before long, the lights on the stage dim and the crowd around you goes nuts. The show starts the same as every other 5 Seconds of Summer show, with Ashton entering the stage alone and hitting his cymbals to bring the rest of the band to stage. As soon as Calum gets to his microphone you see him scan the crowd. When his eyes meet yours he smiles that big, beautiful sunshine smile that made you absolutely melt.

During the show, Calum would occasionally find you in the crowd again and smile at you while he was singing. At one point, you watched as he met Michael in the middle of the stage and whispered something to him. After they spoke, Calum made his way over to the left side of the stage while Michael came over to the right side. He leaned out over the crowd and everyone around you started screaming, putting their arms up to try to reach him. But he was focused on you, not breaking eye contact. He smiled at you, and raised his eyebrows before pulling back and practically running back to his own microphone for his solo in the song. Your mouth went dry as you realized that Calum had definitely pointed you out to him when they had talked. Why? Why would Calum point you out to Michael in the middle of a show? Why did Michael care? Once more, you pushed your own thoughts from your mind and tried to enjoy the show.

As the band finished their final song, they once again met in the middle of the stage, bowed together, and walked off. You didn't go to the merch table afterwards like you normally would, too excited about seeing Calum again to put it off any longer. You immediately went to your car in the employee parking lot and got your pack of cigarettes out from the cup holder and lit one. You held the smoke in your lungs again, trying to calm your nerves. You looked over your shoulder again and saw the familiar sight of crew members loading instruments and gear into trailers. You smiled to yourself, remembering the last time you were sitting in this same position and how much your life had changed for the better since that night. You finished your cigarette and flicked the butt into the parking lot in front of you, watching at it landed in between two cars about a yard in front of you. That was when you heard it. That familiar voice that made the ball of nerves in your stomach disappear instantly.

"Those things will kill you, ya know." You spun around on your hood to see Calum walking up behind you, his red button down shirt open showing his black t-shirt underneath and both of his hands in the pockets of his pants. You jumped off your hood and walked as fast as you could toward him, his arms now open, waiting for you to take your place between them. Calum wrapped his strong arms around your shoulders, while you wrapped your own arms around his waist, snaking them under his red shirt. He brought one hand to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. “I missed you.” He whispered into your hair. You smiled into his chest, breathing him in. “I missed you, too.” The two of you held each other for a moment before you stepped back, looking up at him. He was beaming as held your shoulders in his hands, and just looked at you. You took a step forward and wrapped your arms around him for a quick moment. He hugged you back, squeezing your shoulders in a comforting embrace.

This time, he was the one to take a step back and break the hug. He put both his hands behind his back. "Close your eyes, (Y/N). I have a surprise for you." You laughed as you did as you were told. "Hold your hands out." He commanded, and you did. "Okay, ready?" You nodded your head up and down quickly. He giggled a little before placing something in your hands. Actually, two somethings. Two small, smooth rectangles of the same size. You slowly opened one eye and looked at your palms to see two packs of cigarettes, one of the kind you smoked and one of the kind Calum smoked. "So tonight I don't have to smoke all of your cigarettes, and you don't get to hold it over me for the next year." You laughed as you brought both hands to the side of your face, and saying in a bad falsetto, "My hero!"

You both took your spots on the hood of your car. You lit a cigarette as Calum expertly smacked his own pack against his hand before opening it and lighting his own. The same comfortable silence as before enveloped the two of you as you smoked. You would occasionally look over at Calum to find that he was already looking at you. You blushed and turned your head back to face the ground, earning a small chuckle from him each time. After the third time of this happening you finally asked Calum why he was looking at you. Something on your face? He giggled again and said "I'm just really happy to be in the same city as you again, that's all." You leaned over, resting your shoulder on his and taking a deep breath. You brought your cigarette to your lips and inhaled, unable to contain the smile taking over your face.

When you both finished your cigarettes, you laid back on your hood just like you had before. You asked him about his tour, and he shared the same stories that you had been hearing all year but he still captured your attention as if they were brand new to you. You had one arm behind your head, and the one closest to Calum laid out at your side, absentmindedly playing with a loose strand on your shorts as he talked. He had just finished telling a story about Ashton and something called a "shooey" when you suddenly felt his warm hand against yours. He put his hand on yours, intertwining your fingers. The touch sent fireworks through your entire body and before you knew it was happening, you were pulling your hand away.

"Shit! I'm sorry, (Y/N). Fuck... I shouldn't have done that." He sat up straight, running a hand through his curls. "It's just that Michael has been really giving me shit lately and I just thought..." You stopped him mid-sentence.

"Calum, it's fine." He took his hand from his hair and looked at you. "It was just a surprise. I don't know why I pulled my hand away, really. Maybe just because I haven't actually held hands with anyone in a while?"

Calum had a shy smiled on his face as he asked, "So... You're not, like, upset or anything?"

"No, I'm not upset. Just a little shocked." You answered, moving your hand to capture his again, giving it a squeeze.

His smile grew so wide that you weren't sure how his face was even big enough to hold it. "Am I really that bad at flirting?"

You threw your head back, your hair flying, as you laughed. You leaned into him again and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be completely submerged in the moment. "No, you're not that bad at flirting." You answered, taking a deep breath. "I'm just having a hard time figuring out why, is all." Calum turned toward you, and looked into your eyes. You were amazed at how beautiful his big, brown eyes were in the lights of the city. He brought his free hand to cup the side of your face, his thumb gently rubbing along your cheekbones.

"Because, (Y/N). You are the best thing in my life. Your phone calls make my entire day, and I reread your texts over and over again on the bus when I can't sleep. I talk about you constantly to the guys, and anyone else who will listen. Seeing your pictures on Instagram and Snapchat break my heart a little bit because all I can think about is how much longer I have to wait until I get to see you again." He smiled at you, flicking his tongue out of his mouth slightly to lick his lips. "(Y/N), the guys are always, and I mean always on my ass about asking you out, but I didn't want to do it on the road. That didn't feel right, or fair, ya know?" You nodded your head against his hand, unable to speak. His smile grew as he continued. "I had to cash in every favor I've earned over the last seven years for this, but we don't have a show until Monday. So we aren't leaving until Saturday morning." He took a deep breath, breaking your eye contact to look down at the hood of your car. He looked back up at you, you could see in his eyes that he was nervous. "I'd love to be able to take you on a real date tomorrow night. If you'll let me, anyway."

Before you could stop yourself your face was an inch from his. You looked deep into his eyes, then glanced down at his full lips before whispering, "Of course." And closing the space between the two of you. Calum moved his hand that had been cupping your cheek to the back of your head, tangling his long fingers in your hair again as he kissed you back. You left your eyes closed for just a second when Calum pulled back from you and broke the kiss. When you opened your eyes you saw that he was wearing an even bigger smile than before, but now you had a whole new appreciation for it. The two of you laid back on your hood once more, this time you placed one arm around his waist as you laid your head on his chest. He wrapped one arm around you as the other one reached up to yours, lacing your fingers with his own once again. You watched the stars together in that parking lot for hours. You were sure the actual employees of the venue had been judging you as they walked to their cars to leave, but you could not be bothered to care.

Calum was sure that his bandmates would no doubt wonder what the hell had happened to him, but he just smiled to himself. He knew that when he told them he had finally asked you out, they'd almost be happier than he was.

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Tag List: @blue-skies-are-alright @curlious @gotta-try-something-new @cocobuttercalum

And I’d like to take a second to extend the worlds largest thank you to @crownedbyluke I truly do not think I would have finished this without you.

As usual, I hope you all love this fic! If you do, please take just a moment to let me know what you thought of it! I appreciate any and all feedback. Hoping you all have a wonderful weekend ♥

-Desiree’

#5 seconds of summer fanfiction #5sos fanfiction #calum hood fanfiction #calum hood fluff #my words #omg #i'm dying #this took so long #and its so many words omg nobody is gonna read 4000 words omg #etnwy

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