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calum hood x fem!reader

summary: you both agreed to no strings attached, right?

warnings: oh boy tons of drinking (sorry), smoking, language, brief mentions of sexual activity (nothing explicit), and sexual innuendos.

w/c: 13k

a/n: hi my loves !! this one is a long time coming, i’ve been working on this since september. i started school in november which put a halt on all of my writing, but now that i graduated expect more from me. :). to all of my calum lovers, this one’s for you. p.s: if this does as well as i hope it does, i may consider making this a series on wattpad.

a/n pt.2: shout out everyone who helped my write this. esp @valentiyne you guys are amazing. 🩷

requests open

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you weren't a stranger to relationships, and you'd had your fair share of them over the years. which you were aware that everyone else did, but you weren’t really serious about relationships. you didn't want to be with someone who didn't envision a future with you or who didn't share your goals.

your friends often told you that you should let loose and enjoy yourself, but that was not the life for you.

you had been in a very healthy relationship with someone you had known since college for the past few years. however, as time went, he became increasingly open about his needs for different things and eventually ended his relationship with you.

you went into a deep depression after the breakup, you didn't leave your apartment for weeks, you only showered maybe twice, and you couldn't remember the last time you ate anything other than instant noodles or ice cream.

what else could you do while you were wasting away? you had imagined spending the rest of your life with him, and now he’s gone.

your life seemed to change overnight.

while your friends and family around tried being there for you, you had pushed them so far away that they had just decided to give up on you. except, your best friend, olivia, finally dragged you out of your bed and forced you to shower so you could go out for the night with her.

“you need to get out, have fun, and forget about that jerk” she states, standing above you as she glides eyeliner on your eyes. “you’re hot, you’re fun, you have a great personality. i’m sure we can find you someone tonight!” she adds while finishing your makeup.

“olivia…” you sigh then look into the mirror, watching as your friend painted your face with a determined look in her eye. “no. we’re gonna have fun, we’re gonna party and get drunk. kay? you need this.” she grins, resting her head on your shoulder looking at you in the mirror. “now, go change into the outfit i brought you.”

"where are we going, anyway?" you ask, pulling at your skirt, which was riding up as you moved. you loved olivia, but some of her dress choices made you uncomfortable. "my brother got us into the pre-release party for the band five seconds of summer," she adds, gazing down at her phone for directions to the club, a hole in the wall on broadway. "what?!" you exclaim, your eyes widening. "how did he do that?" olivia laughs and clasps her arm around yours. "well, when you have a brother who manages a band, you kinda get vip treatment," she spoke with a grin. "plus, I told him how you've been feeling down, so he talked to the guys and they said it was fine," she chuckled softly, as the two of you continued your journey to the club.

the entry to the club was immediately visible due to the brilliant pink, purple, and red lights illuminating the street, as well as record posters in the windows. "this has to be it," olivia says as she opens the door for you, walking in after.

this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so you should be excited, right? but you couldn't shake the nagging guilt on the inside.

it’s okay to move on, right?

olivia leads you to the bar and orders a couple shots, "to your drop dead ex and a new beginning!" olivia cheers, toasting the glasses and the two of you downing the liquor.

you were about to start speaking when you were interrupted by olivia's brother, mark.

"it's been a long time, y/n!" he welcomes you with a shout. “how’s it going?” he asks, you see olivia roll her eyes and turn to her brother. “mark, we were having a conversation.” she states matter of a factly.

"i know, but I just wanted to introduce you to some of my buddies," the tall ginger says, stepping to the side and revealing four taller men. mark introduces them, "this is luke." he had blond curly hair, ocean blue eyes, and a white button-down shirt with the top button undone.

"michael," he said, his pink hair slicked to the side, a black snapback on, with a small wave of his hand in greeting. "ashton.” he had curly hair like luke, but it was fashioned in a 60’s greaser type of way, he smiled at you warmly, extending his hand for you to shake, the two of you nodding in acknowledgment of the other. "last- but not least, calum."

your gaze met his brown eyes, his chocolate curls resting just above his eyes as he looked you in the eyes. he was dressed in a white button-down shirt with black stripes that complemented his tanned and tattooed skin. he softly whispered "hi" as he squeezed his lips together in a smile. you smile back and nod. "hi.” calum's gaze lingers longer than he would have preferred, but he couldn't help himself. no way, not with you dressed like that. the way the black skirt clung to your hips and the dark blue halter top left nothing for the imagination

“guys this is my sister, olivia, and her friend, y/n.” mark says, pointing to the two of you, bringing calum out of his daydream. “nice to meet you guys” you say, offering a warm smile and they all nod to you. “are you staying for the show?” ashton inquired, olivia nods. “of course we are! wouldn’t miss it for a thing.” she gently nudges your arm, you laugh softly and nod.

"great, can't wait for you all to hear the album," ashton says, as the other three nod in agreement. "well, I have to get them backstage, but I'll see you later, okay?" mark replies, and you and olivia nod as the group disappears into the busy room.

as the show began, olivia tugged you closer to the stage, two rows back. the lights dimmed and you heard a huge cheer from the audience as the four boys you had just met took the stage.

your gaze was drawn to calum, who seemed engrossed with the music. how he made it appear so easy while looking so nice. you kept an eye on him for the majority of the night, but your mind was elsewhere.

you had found your way to the bar after the show had concluded; it was a terrific show, as expected, but seeing the band live was a weird experience, and you just couldn't enjoy yourself given your circumstances.

you found yourself reminiscing on your relationship during songs like "lie to me" and "why won't you love me," wondering whether you would have said something different or been more open to him. maybe you’d still be together.

you finish the drink you ordered and search the crowd for your best friend, but when you can't find her, you return your attention to the empty glass in front of you watching it being filled.

"was our stage set really that bad?" when you hear a voice, you quickly look up to find the person who is speaking. "i saw you, you seemed unhappy," calum adds, leaning on the bar. you shook your head and let out a breathless laugh. "no, it was actually very good," you say with a smile.

calum's gaze lingered, he leaned forward. "but? you were definitely not having a good time." you shrug and allow the bartender to refill your drink. "well, i got dumped not too long ago." "so", you trail off, messing with the glass in your hand.

"just not in the mood for a party, i guess," you shrug, and you hear calum hum. he switches his weight from one leg to the other. "actually, you looked pretty hot on stage," you cover your mouth and widen your eyes. "oh my goodness...i." you can't help but giggle, "i'm so sorry," you shake your head, and then gulp the last of the drink in the hopes that it will provide you with some liquid courage.

"you think I'm ‘pretty hot’?" he asks, his brow furrowed and his tongue protruding from the inside of his cheek. "no..i.." you sigh, removing some of your hair from your face. calum chuckles "no, no. you said it, you think I'm hot," he says in a teasing manner, crossing his arms with a quirked eyebrow.

calum would be lying if he said he didn’t think you were attractive as well. he had been eyeing you all night and figured, why not have some fun?

“what are you doing after this?” he asks, stepping a tad closer to you. now, he was just a few inches from your side and you caught wind of his cologne. you look down at the empty glass again, wondering what you’d say. you knew what he meant, and you had never done anything of the sort.

“well that depends” you answer, looking up from the glass and letting your eyes meet his. “well, i was kinda hoping you’d want to leave here with me” calum suggests with a smirk. you smile, figuring you could let lose for one night. “sounds great.”

it was just one night..right?

your eyelids flutter open, and you immediately feel a piercing pain in your temple. you groan silently and look about until you realize you're not in your bedroom when you peek over your shoulder, you notice a figure.

he was facing you, on his side. his curls were brushed back, his lips were slightly parted, and his arm was resting on your waist.

"oh, shit.." you think as you sit up against his headboard, drawing the loose sheet closer to your chest. your mind is filled with images from the previous night. meeting him, and then their brief talk in the bar. you rubbed your temples, still reeling from what you'd done.

you had slept with calum hood.

you had to get out of there because you couldn't believe what you'd done. you were never the type to do something like that. you attempted to remove the sheet so you could hurry up and put on your clothes from the night before and go home. however, while you were doing so, calum's arm gently tugged on your waist. "stay.."

when you looked at him, his eyes were still closed. you didn't move, feeling frozen as your gaze landed on the arm that framed your waist. you couldnt lie, calum was very attractive.

eventually, you finally managed to break free from his touch, and you threw on your clothing while searching for your phone and handbag. you discreetly opened and closed the door, making your way through the house to the front entrance.

you come to a halt as you pick up your shoes, pondering whether or not to leave your phone number for him. but you tell yourself that you'll never see him again, opening the door and walking out.

you order a lift home and finally check at your phone's alerts. olivia left almost twenty messages and made thirty phone calls. you tell her you're okay and on your way home.

you opened your front door to find olivia racing towards you. "where the hell were you?!" she exclaims, her eyes wide open. you hush her with a "shh," dropping your shoes beside the door. "i texted and called you!" "i know, i know," you remark as you pass by her to your room. "you can't just leave like that!" she exclaims as she follows you.

"olivia.." you sigh and stand in your bathroom, removing the last of your makeup from the night before. "i'm sorry okay, i was drunk and he was right there in front of me." "who?" she asks as she leans against the doorway. "calum.."

there was radio silence for a split second before you glanced to olivia, who erupted. "you slept with calum hood!?!" she exclaims, lunging for your arm. "calum hood?!? the one from five seconds of summer?" you closed your eyes, your head still throbbing, and her ranting only made matters worse. "okay, yes? i was drunk, and he came up to me for a moment...and the following thing led to another..."

"you slept with calum!!!" the ginger laughs as she claps her hands and softly jumps up and down. "oh my god!! my y/n is getting some!" you groan, throwing away the makeup wipe while moving past her. "oh, god. ew!" you exclaim as you enter your bedroom in quest of your pajamas. "tell me everything!" she says as she sits on your bed. "uh..no.." you say as you begin to change.

"just...leave it, im not going to see him again," you say as you brush your hair after changing. "what?! didn't you leave your phone number or something?" "no, olivia, it was just one night," you shake your head. i don't plan to see him again, okay?" you reinstate by placing the brush on the dresser. "ugh, you're no fun!"

"you should be happy about this, you're one step closer to moving on from your asshole ex-boyfriend!" exclaims olivia. you take a step out of your bedroom, looking over your shoulder at your ginger friend. you smile sadly, "i don't think I'll ever be able to get over him."

"we are going to be late!" olivia yells as she tugs you out of bed. "i don't want to go," you protest, but the ginger pushes you into the bathroom. "get yourself ready and meet me outside, okay?" she smiles and goes away.

you sighed as you stood in front of your mirror and went about your business. wash your face, then apply skincare, makeup, hair, and finally your clothes. this consisted of a cropped white shirt, a black skirt, and boots. for the nightlife scene, this was your typical go-to.

you grab a leather jacket and your money on your way out the door to meet with olivia. “great, you're done!" she grins and grabs your arm. "and looking as hot as ever," you sigh, "i wear this every time we go out, olivia. this isn't anything new." you explain, and the two of you start walking up to the bar. "yes, but being single looks good on you... you look happier." she beams. you shrug and continue going, laughing as you say, "whatever you say."

you two arrived at the bar, which was already quite crowded with people you knew, and said your 'hi's and 'hello's' as you walked through the crowd to reach your normal friend group. this was a birthday party for one of your mutual friends; you were invited because you knew a few people there, but you didn't intend to stay long. after only a few drinks, you were dipping.

"hey, i'm going to get a drink, do you want anything?" you ask olivia, who was in the midst of a conversation. "um, no, i'm good for now," the redhead responds softly. you nod and turn around, headed for the bar.

you take a seat on a bar stool and order your usual, then pull out your phone and scroll for a few minutes as you wait for your drink.

"fancy seeing you here," you hear from behind you. when you turn around, a familiar face greets you.

calum hood.

you gaze at him for a time, blinking slowly, wondering why the hell he was at this party in the first place. how did he know your friend group?

"what? like what you see?" he laughs and walks up to the stool next to you. you discreetly giggle, rolling your eyes as you notice your drink in front of you. "you're full of yourself, calum," you say as you sip your drink. "well, you weren't thinking that when you were in my bed a few nights ago, were you?" he says, lifting his eyebrows as he speaks, attempting to elicit a reaction from you.

"oh god.." you mutter. calum follows you as you push yourself off the stool and onto the club floor. "come on, I was joking." when you hear his remarks, you shake your head and spin around to tell him off, but you freeze when you realize how close he is.

calum gazed back at you, his chocolate eyes piercing into yours. the way his wavy hair fell just above his eyes. you couldn't think straight when he was wearing a tight-fitting black t-shirt that emphasized his muscles- or how nice he looked in those black plaid pants.

calum hood was fine, and he knew it.

"you're a jerk," you reply, eventually jerking out of your daydream. as he steps closer, you can smell the tequila dripping from his breath. "oh yeah?" you say, nodding, "yeah." "well, you won't be saying that when you're in my bed again."

as you stare into his eyes, your grasp on your cup tightens. you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"fuck you."

he takes pleasure in your reply and leans in, his face right up against yours, whispering, "maybe later, sweets." then calum walks away, leaving you on the dance floor.

you find yourself back with olivia and your group of friends, scarfing down the drink knowing you needed to be intoxicated for the night ahead of you.

"i saw that," she says, as the two of you sway to the music. "what?" you inquire, attempting to appear clueless. "calum hood, hitting on you!!" she rolls her eyes. she giggles and pokes at your side. "no, it was nothing," you promise, moving her arm away. "whatever you say," she sings.

while you were on the dance floor with your friends, you were pretty intoxicated, and you knew he was watching you. you tried to ignore the sense of his eyes burning holes in the back of your skull. he observed your hips swaying to the music and the way your hair layed against your skin. It was driving him crazy.

flashes of you in his bed, your skin gleaming with sweat, the softness of your lips against his, or the touch of your nails on his back that sent thrills down his spine.

normally, he would never return to someone with whom he had a one-night encounter, but he couldn't get enough of you. he hasn't stopped thinking about you since that night.

you'd had enough of his glances and decided it was time to face him.

"stop" you say as you approach him. he blinks and asks, "what?." you sigh and roll your eyes. "i know you're staring, stop it." calum laughs and sets his drink on the bar. "i don't know what you're talking about, pretty." you sigh and rub your temples. "don't act innocent, i saw you." you say. he shrugs and leans forward. "oh, I'll show you innocent"

"calum, we can't do this," you say, looking him in the eyes. “It was only once." you say, as if attempting to persuade yourself. "oh, yeah?" you cross your arms and nod. "because it seems you don't believe that." calum retorts, his hand coming to rest on your hip.

as he moves in closer, you catch the scent of his cologne combined with the booze on his breath, which sends a shudder down your spine. you see flashes of his figure hanging over you from a few nights before. you couldn't possibly lie to yourself because you think about it every day.

"i know you want me.. i see the way you look at me," he continues. "come on, let's have some fun." his thumb was tracing circles on the fabric of your skirt.

you look into his eyes, your stomach flipping. you didn't want to give in, you didn't want to become someone you weren't. but that was calum fucking hood, and you couldn't resist him when he looked at you like that. "fuck it," you state.

you gaze at the sleeping figure beside you, his breathing calm and steady. you couldn't help but feel bad, so you told yourself you wouldn't hook up with him again. you told yourself you'd never see him again. he was a celebrity, and you were just a city dweller who happened to get caught up with him.

you lie there for a moment, admiring calum. how could someone look so lovely while sleeping? you yank the covers off your legs and frantically dress to leave him yet again.

you collect your shoes at the exit, stand for a moment debating whether or not to leave your number, but you decide not to because this is the last time you'll see him…

right?

from that night forward, you felt like the universe was messing with you because calum appeared to be at every party, club, or bar you went to. he'd approach you as if nothing was going to happen, as if he was teasing you in some way- but it always happened.

those nights, you'd always end up in his bed, never yours.

you couldn't help yourself; no matter how hard you tried to pretend you despised him, you couldn't keep the mask up because you always caved and went home with him.

it became a habit; you'd go out with friends or by yourself, secretly hoping calum would appear in some way.

some nights, you weren't even there to drink, just to be there.

it was the same thing every time: you'd pretend to despise him because a small part of you wanted a serious relationship yet couldn't get enough of him. he made you feel alive. your ex never made you feel that way. the only person who ever made you feel *loved* was calum. you both knew it was only for fun, but it made you wonder if it might ever turn into anything more. you were always silently wishing you had left your phone number all those times, wondering if he would have called or texted you.

plus, you were aware that your friends, particularly olivia, were becoming suspicious. you had recovered quickly from your split following that first night with calum. she knew you’d leave with him at those gatherings but she didn’t stop it because you seemed to be doing better and you were a lot happier.

so far, calum was treating you right. at least, when the two of you were hooking up. so she never made any effort to stop what was happening.

for what felt like the hundredth time, you were back in his bed. instead of looking at him, you've turned your gaze to the ceiling. you know you should leave because it's about noon and you need to get home because you have plans with olivia later that day. you groan, running your hands over your face before getting out of bed and hunting for your clothing, all scattered along the floor.

"since you obviously don't want to stay," he spoke suddenly, causing you to pause in the middle of putting your shirt back on. calum raises up to rest on his elbows as your head spins around. "how about we just agree that this is a no-strings-attached situation," he suggested. you finish putting on your shirt and take your place at the foot of the bed. "calum.." you sigh,rubbing your eyes.

"y/n, just listen and consider it. we can keep doing what we're doing without making any commitments."

you stare at him, his hair was messy, he wasn't wearing a shirt, and you couldn't help but admire his physique. you lean down to grab your shorts, responding while you did so, "i'll think about it," before throwing on the rest of your clothes and leaving his bedroom. as you close the door behind you, you hear him sigh.

your hand was on the doorknob as you stood at the door, but you stopped yourself from opening it. you hated yourself as you reached into your bag for a pen and a random scrap of paper to jot down your phone number. you retrace your steps and leave it on his kitchen island. then you disappear from his home once again.

you unlock your apartment door and walk in, closing it behind you. you enter the kitchen, putting your bag on the counter and grabbing a water bottle.

"where have you been?" you jump out of your skin when you see olivia behind the refrigerator door. "what the hell, olivia!" you exclaim, nearly spilling the bottle. she's standing with her arms crossed with an intense stare. "did you hook up with him again?"

you move out of the kitchen and into your room, closing the fridge. "no, I don't know who you're talking about." you respond, but olivia isn't having it. "stop lying. you were with him last night and the nights before." "so?" you grumble.

"so?!", she exclaimed, you can't tell if she's really mad at you or just acting this way, she repeats. "you're having an fling with a celebrity! you have a habit of hooking up with him. surely something has to be there." she follows you to your room, standing in your doorway as she questions you.

"it's nothing, olivia. we just happen to be at the same location at the same time. okay?" you explain while looking for some clothes to change into.

"i call bullshit. you were never like this, until you met him." she continues, making you sigh. "it's just a distraction, okay?"

"I just...I don't know," you shrug, unable to express your feelings. "i'll meet you later, okay?" you turn away from her.

"actually…i have a date tonight," olivia confessed. "im sorry, but i'll have to cancel." she frowned. "that's fine," you say sympathetically over your shoulder. “have fun, and please text me when you get home, okay?" olivia nods, singing, "i will, love you hot stuff" she passes by you to leave your shared apartment.

you're sitting on your sofa with a container of leftover takeout from a few nights ago after freshening up. olivia had somehow gotten you hooked on a cringe-worthy television show.

you were already two seasons in and couldn't recall a single episode. calum had made your memory fuzzy. you couldn't get him off your mind. you remained curious about what he was doing when you left. did he think of you the way you thought of him? did he ever wonder what you did when he wasn't there? though you convinced yourself you were just being delusional.

…right?

calum glances at the scrap of paper on his kitchen counter, his fingers tapping near his phone, unsure whether to wait to message you. calum was well aware that what he was doing was probably not wise. because, after all, hooking up with you was just for fun, right? so why was it so difficult for him not to think about you? why were you so difficult for him to forget? it was just intended to be once, but now calum thinks about you whenever he gets the chance.

calum sighs, picks up his phone, and starts punching in your phone number. he has no idea what he's doing, but he doesn't stop himself from sending you a message.

- ‘hey, it’s calum’

you're standing in the kitchen right now, washing your hands, when your phone dings. your heart sunk as you looked over and said the message. you swiftly withdraw your hands from the sink, grab a towel, and dry them.

you take out your phone and read his message. You stare at it for a moment, unable to believe he actually messaged you.

-‘hey’

you respond as you stroll over to your sofa and sit on the cushions. you weren't anticipating anything from him because he'd practically established that the two of you were only in it for the fun of it and that was it. no strings attached. you don't hear from him again for the time being.

you're disappointed, but you return your focus to the television, hoping to forget about the singer on your mind.

you haven't heard from olivia in hours; she should've been home by now, but you guess she went to the guy's place she was seeing.

you get up from the sofa and grab your phone; all of your anxiety fades as you open your phone to calums' contact information and call him.

It rang several times before he answered. “hello?”

“hey, calum sorry if i’m bothering you”

“no, you’re good. what’s up?”

“i was just wondering if uh…if you’d want to hang out?”

"what do you have in mind?"

you laugh, "not like that"

you can hear him laugh in amusement, “sorry- yeah, sure. there’s actually this party tonight and i wasn’t going to go since i didn’t have anyone to go with. would you be down for that?”

you pause for a moment, picking at your fingers. “sure! that sounds great” you answer.

“nice, i’ll send you the address to ashton’s place and i’ll meet you there. see you tonight, sweets.”

you arrive at ashton's house, sitting in your car for a few minutes as you ran your options through your head. ‘was this a smart decision? were you planning to do this?’ you groan, taking your phone, and bag then exiting the car, heels clicking as you approached the entrance.

when you opened the door, you were greeted by the smell of alcohol and loud music. you stroll past the crowd near the entryway and start looking for the person you came here to see.

you notice him in the kitchen with his bandmates, he noticed you as well. with a tiny smile on his lips, he motions you over to the group.

"hey," you speak softly now that you're standing close to him. "hi," he greets, unconsciously placing his hand on the small of your back. "guys, i'm not sure if you remember, but this is y/n," he reminds before re-introducing you to the rest of the band.

"are you mark's sister's friend?" michael interjects, you nod. "yeah! i was the one in the blue top that night," you smile, everyone nods in acknowledgment. "well, i'm glad you could make it, if you need anything just let me know." "thank you," you nod nervously, then glance up to calum.

he offers to take you around and introduce you to some people to make you feel more at ease.

"i'm going to get something to drink, you want anything?" you make the offer to calum, who is seated on the sofa, he responds with a simple, "sure." you nod, heading to the kitchen by yourself, leaving calum with his buddies.

"how long have you two been together?" someone seated next to calum asked, he turns to see it was ashton's girlfriend. "oh, no- we aren't together." he responds, but her reply is unexpected. "are you serious?" she asks, calum nods. "no way," she whispered, astonished as she takes a sip from the crimson solo cup. "what?" calum questions.

"there's no way you two aren't together," she says again, "the way you look at her. i'm not sure what the two of you are up to, but you should figure it out," she concludes, chuckling. calum simply stares at her, her attention drawing elsewhere.

he thought about what she said the entire time you were gone. did he actually act that way? did he treat you as though you were his girlfriend? did he look at you in a way that suggested you two were dating? no… you two were just hooking up. nothing else.

he had no idea you were back until you spoke up. "here.." you offer, handing him the drink. calum looks up takes the drink you offered, "thank you sweetheart" "anytime, sugar" you chuckle and go for a seat, but all of them are taken… okay, so you would just stand up for the time being. when calum notices this, he reaches for your waist and pulls you down onto his lap. you look down at him, confused, “what are you doing?” he looks up at you with those eyes.

those big brown eyes that made you feel as if you were on cloud nine. calum looked at you like you were the only girl in the universe.

at least, that’s what you told yourself.

“i’m not just gonna let you stand there.” he answered with a cheeky smile.

people started to leave after a few hours. you were still sitting on calum's lap as everyone else congregated in the living room, talking about whatever and playing drinking games.

you get up from the calum's lap, leaving your drink behind to walk to the restroom down the hall. you approach and knock, hearing someone in there. you stand a few steps away from the door and pull out your phone to pass the time.

after a few minutes, calum finds you. leaning his arms against the wall, effectively caging you between his arms as he stands in front of you. "whatcha doing?" he demands, boxing you in and staring at you. "I'm waiting for the bathroom," you say, glancing up at him.

"you know..." calum pauses, coming in closer. "my house isn't too far from here, and i have a bathroom..so..you can just use it there," you sneer at his offer, "how convenient.." you respond, just above a whisper.

you push yourself off the wall and past calum, leaving him speechless. "where are you going?" he asks, his arms at his sides. "your place. you coming or not?" you grin as you peer over your shoulder.

calum chuckles quietly as he approaches you and wraps his arm around your waist. he was nearly dragging you to the door. "sorry guys, we have to run!" he grabs your bag, carrying it for you before dashing out the door with you.

the others could only chuckle to themselves and smile knowingly as the two of you dashed away.

you're back in his bed, and you know it before you open your eyes. the smell of his bedsheets let you know you were back. the warm vanilla smell invaded your nostrils as you stretched and opened your eyes to find yourself staring at a familiar ceiling. you check over your shoulder for calum's sleeping figure, but he's not there.

you carefully sit up, bringing the sheet along to cover your chest and rubbing your eyes with your other hand. only then do you spew calum standing at the doorway wearing only basketball shorts. "good morning, princess," he says, and you groan, feeling a headache coming on. "i'm making breakfast if you want to stay," he says before walking out the door. you sigh as you get out of his bed and seek for your clothes before leaving his room for the kitchen.

you notice pancakes and fruit on a plate waiting for you. as he stands and consumes his food, you take a seat at the kitchen island. It's quiet for a few minutes before he speaks up.

"so i was thinking.." calum begins. you raise your head to look at him. "i know we said no strings attached but what if we expand the deal?" you lift your brows, confused as to what he was on about. "what do you mean?" you inquire. "at parties, we could be each other's automatic plus one. that way, we won't have to worry about who we go home with." you look up at him, then down at your plate, shifting some of the food about.

"i don't know, calum." you let out a sigh. you want to say yes, and you want to be around him at all times- but you just can’t confess it. "i'm just tired of being ditched by the guys at events, and i wouldn't mind if you were the one to fill that spot," you gaze up, your eyes meeting his. "okay...i'm down," you nod, and calum smiles. "great."

you continue eating as silence fills the room, you don’t really know how to keep a conversation with him since you two only hung out at parties. “when’s your birthday?” he asks. you chuckle, “what happened to no strings attached?” you ask, taking a drink of your water. “well, we can be friends with benefits. friends can know things about each other” he rebuttals. you look at him, finally caving. “y/bd” you answer, calum nods. “that’s coming up” you shrug, “its a couple months. what about you?”

“january 25th” he answers. “happy belated birthday” you reply and he laughs. “so you do have a heart.” you rolls your eyes, “oh whatever.” you can’t help but crack a smile.

calum admires you, how you still manage to look beautiful even in the makeup from the night prior and your hair is a mess. calum wants to be your friend, he wants to know stuff about you other than how you are in bed. he looks down at his plate, knowing he shouldn’t be thinking of you as anything for than his fuck buddy.

“what’s something you’ve always wanted to do?”

you think for a moment, your free hand is now supporting the weight of your chin. “hmm..i’ve always wanted like a big birthday bash.” you answer, “but i just never had the opportunity or people to go with” you add. he nodded, making a mental note.

———

calum proceeds to ask you out every other night, claiming that he doesn't want to be alone. of course, you went, but it simply muddled your sentiments for him. because he made it apparent that you were just friends.

so what was it about him holding your hand at parties that got you so worked up? or when he'd hold your back as you walked through a crowd of people. you'd have to convince yourself to stop staring at him for so long before anyone noticed.

you opted to see someone else on the side in the hopes of sorting out your feelings because the only reason you had feelings for calum was because he was the only person you had been seeing this much, right? furthermore, calum had made it obvious that there were no strings attached.

"hello?" you answer the phone as you go inside your apartment after getting home from work. "hey! "I'm sorry if i'm bothering you," calum says over the phone. "no, i just got home from work. you're fine!”

“how are you?" you ask, placing your keys on the table.

"i was just wondering if you're free tonight?" he inquires. you sigh and open your refrigerator to see if you have any snacks. "um, actually i was going out with a friend tonight…" you speak, and on the other end you hear him sigh, "okay! if your plans fall through, let me know." you smile to yourself, "of course," and it gets silent for a bit as the two of you are at a loss for words, "well, i'll let you get ready then..." "alright...bye..." you say as you pull the phone away from your ear and finish the call.

calum sighs as he tosses his phone to the opposite end of the sofa and rests his head back. he knows that he should not be disappointed; you have your own life, and calum was only a little part of it, just as he had his own life but knowing he wouldn't be able to see you tonight hurt. so, instead of moping about, he decided to ask his bandmates if they wanted to hang out for the night.

however, the night was uneventful; luke had met a girl, michael was conversing with someone, and calum was left alone with ashton.

"isn't that the girl you're seeing?" ashton says unexpectedly, motioning towards you at the bar. calum looks over his shoulder and sees you talking with a guy.

calum is hurt, but he turns around and shrugs as he faces ashton. "we're not seeing each other, i don't like her like that," ashton chuckles as he sips his drink, "sure you don't," calum moans, "mate, cmon.."

“you’re lying to yourself, mate. maybe you don't say you like her, but your eyes say everything." ashton spoke, calum knew it was true. he did like you, but he was unsure if you even considered him more than someone just to hook up with. you had been giving him mixed signals, because one night you were all about him but the next day you wanted nothing to do with him.

calum peers over his shoulder once more, this time observing that the guy that was now touching you, his hand on your leg, inching higher and higher. calum considers ashton's words and walks away from the table he was at towards you.

the way he felt was enough confirmation for his feelings for you. he wanted to be more than just a friend you sleep with. he wants to the be the person you come to during your darkest times, he wants to know your favorite songs, he wants to know your favorite movies, food, candy, animal, he wants to be your person.

“so when were you going to introduce me to your friend?” your head whips around to find calum standing behind the bar stool you sat at. “calum?” you blink before turning back to your date who had now removed his hand from your thigh. “you know him?” the man questions, eyeing calum.

“uh…he’s just my-“ calum cuts you off, “boyfriend” he finishes for you. your eyes go wide looking at calum again, you were about to open your mouth but calum beat you to it. “and we should be heading back now” he reaches for your waist, grabbing your purse and escorting you out of the bar.

"what the hell!?" you yell outside the bar, shoving him away from you. "you can't do that, calum! we're not exclusive, we are not dating; we're just friends who occasionally hook up" you hear calum chuckle and it sends you over the edge.

you huff and begin to walk away, but calum follows you and drapes his arm over your shoulder.

"youre mine and i don't share"

"where are you taking me?" calum walks next to you, instinctively leading you to his car. "home," he says, unlocking his car door and allowing you to enter before closing it and walking to the driver's side.

within a few minutes, you realize he's heading in the opposite way. "calum this isn't the way to to my place" you're saying. "I know," he replies, looking over at you. "i never said which home"

‘get ready, im coming over’

calum takes out his phone. he thinks nothing of the message you just sent him, presuming you're coming over to visit him. however, when you came and kept honking the car horn for him to come outside he was a bit thrown off.

when calum walks outside, he puts his phone and wallet in his pocket while walking over to your car. as you roll down your window, he leans in. "get in, we're going shopping," you say, music still playing and a smile on your face.

"why exactly do you need me for this?" calum inquires, his brow furrowed. you reply, "well considering you'll be the one taking it off i figured you might want to help me pick out something" while grinning. despite his flushed cheeks, calum takes a step back, unlocks the car door, and hops inside.

you took calum to the mall and modeled for nearly two hours while looking for the right outfit for your birthday. it had been two hours of no success until one of the last stores you visited had this leather skirt you had been eyeing for a while.

calum couldn't take his eyes off of your body when you emerged from the dressing room. both the halter top you chose and the skirt perfectly complemented one other. you drawled, "sooo?" hoping for a positive response. he answers right away, "yes." when you looked down at yourself, he speaks up again. “that’s the one, you have to get it.” and you couldn't help but laugh. you nod and examine yourself in the mirror before returning to the dressing room to change into your clothing so you could check out.

you happen to pass a leather jacket on your way to the register. and it just so happens to go well with the skirt. additionally, you observe that calum is examining it longer than anything else you have so added in the store. you made the choice to pick it up, do your best to estimate his size, and continue moving forward to pay.

on the way back to your place you pick up takeout since it was getting late in the evening and you both were starving.

when the two of your arrive home, you get comfortable on the sofa and begin picking out a movie while calum is in the kitchen sorting out the food before bringing it all into the living room. you picked out a movie and the two of you eat in peace, enjoying each others company.

afterwards, you had started cleaning up all the empty containers and throwing it away with the help of calum.

“will you put the skirt on again? i forgot what it looks like” calums asks and you laughed, looking over your shoulder. “seriously?” he nods. you pause for a moment before rolling your eyes and sigh, “fine.”

you walk out of your bedroom in the skirt but you hid something behind your back, looking a bit shy. which was unusual because you never acted like this around calum, so he knew something was up. “y/n, what’s behind your back?” he asks in a teasing tone and you begin walking towards him slowly. “okay, so, don’t be mad but i may have picked you up something too..”

she grins bringing the jacket from behind her and handing it towards him.

“i—y/n/n please tell me you didn’t buy this leather jacket for me” you take a few steps forward. “i’ve never heard you say please before. this is new.” you say, smirking. calums rolls his eyes but he can’t help but smile and you continue, “but yes i did. i saw you eyeing it so i grabbed it”

he tries to hide his smile. “well go on, put it on” you help him into the jacket and it’s then when he notices. “did you get this so we could match?” he says laughing. “no i absolutely did not! i just wanted to do something nice for you” he quickly responds “you didn’t have to go through the trouble of getting more clothes sweetheart. taking some off would’ve had the same effect” he chuckles. you playfully hit his chest and say “you’re insufferable.” you look away but then looks back smiling.

“but yeah maybe i wanted us to match a little bit. sue me” he grabs your waist and pulls your closer, you feel his thumb drawing circles on your exposed skin and it sends shivers down your spine. “well i certainly appreciate the thought, sweets. now we just need an occasion to show up everyone” calum teases, leaning in. his lips only inches from yours, you feel your cheeks warm up. “calum..” you warn but he continues to close the space between the two of you. “it’s just one kiss..”

you hate your birthday, it was the one day of the year you always found yourself to be the most miserable despite having people who loved you around. you still felt so unhappy.

“y/n, are you ready? you can’t be late to your own party!” olivia calls out from the living room. you exit your bedroom, meeting her in the room. “i’m ready, im ready” you say, throwing your bag on your shoulder. “y/n..” you hear olivia sigh, she takes a few steps towards you and puts her hands on your shoulder.

“lighten up. i know you hate your birthday but this year im not

letting you be miserable. kay?” she gently shakes you enough for you to crack a smile and nod, “good” she says, linking her arm with yours.

“now let’s go before people think you bailed your own birthday party.”

the two of you arrive to the same club where you had first met calum yet this time, the atmosphere was different.

no purple, pink, or red lights. no promotional posters in the windows. instead, you see white paper decorations and warm fairy lights.

you enter the bar in front of olivia and hear a loud uproar of people cheering as you did and some people even popping confetti. you couldn’t help but laugh as you walked through the crowd, seeing all of your close friends standing around celebrating you.

olivia was also giddy, knowing she had planned this whole thing along with calum.

“you guys didn’t have to do this!” you said over the music after you saw the cake sitting in the middle of the room, you’re beaming with joy. for the first time in a long time you were excited to be celebrating your birthday.

you spent time greeting people and thanking them.

some of these people you haven’t seen in years and it made you feel like things were finally getting better.

just as you were about to catch up with some old friends, the lights dimmed and you heard some light strumming from the nearby stage.

you look over seeing four familiar figures underneath the red stage lights.

“hello everyone,” luke begins, adjusting the mic. “if you all don’t know, we are five seconds of summer” the crowd roars at the name drop and some people are playfully hitting your shoulder not knowing your tied with the band.

“we just wanted to say we are truly honored to be back at the place we showcased our recent album, and of course to celebrate the birthday girls special day.” .

“so, happy birthday, y/n. we hope you have a wonderful year.” luke beamed.

the set was at least forty-five minutes long, they had played mostly their new stuff off the youngblood album but dropped in a few older songs.

you were over the moon.

to say you had five seconds of summer perform at your birthday party? that’s huge.

you never thought you’d end up in this position.

to say you had personal connections to people as big as calum, or even the whole band for that matter.

tonight was a night you’d definitely never forget.

standing outside the club, you watch the people inside dance and get lost in each other. the whole scene was almost melancholy- the way everyone was there to celebrate you. the night was near ending and you felt so cramped in there, you thought you'd spend the last few hours of your birthday catching your breath.

"hey you" calum voice interrupts your thoughts, a cigarette between his fingers as he watches you from a close enough distance. you furrow your brows, "didn't know you smoked"

he quickly flicks it to the floor, stepping on it a few times before picking up the trash.

"Is it a turn off?"

"no no i just didn't know" you shrug and look back up at the sky, "i don't think i know anything about you aside from you're good in bed and you like whiskey" he chuckles now, stepping closer to you and placing his hands on your waist.

"well, ask me anything you want"

you watch as he looks away for a moment, searching for the perfect question.

"if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?"

your eyes don't leave the sky as you think, long and hard about the question. "i’d love to see paris... it's been my dream since i was a child."

you could feel his hands loosen from your waist, he steps infront of you and stared down at your face with a smile. It's almost like he's thinking of what to do or what to say next.

“paris?” he repeats.

you nod, tilting your head to the side, studying him. "what about you?"

calum had now completely removed his arm from your waist as he leans down to rest his elbows on the metal railing.

“considering i’ve toured around the world, ive been to plenty of amazing places” he says, looking back to see if you were looking at him.

“i don’t have just one, too many places, not enough time to explore” he answered.

you nod, looking away towards the city. the nightlife in downtown los angeles was a lot lively than normal.

probably because your birthday fell on a friday this year, so all of the bars were jam packed and faint music flooded the streets.

you inhale, about to say something as your turn your attention back towards the brunette.

“y/n! cmon!” olivia grabs your wrist pulling you inside and away from calum, towards the large cake so you could blow out the candles.

“come on birthday girl, make a wish!” olivia cheers along with everyone standing around. you laugh, “okay okay!”. you blow out the candles and everyone begins to cheer. olivia hugs your side and giggles, “what did you wish for?” she asks. you grin petting her head, “if i tell you it won’t come true, will it?” your eyes flicker between calum and olivia as you speak.

you hear olivia groan in annoyance. someone amongst the crowd, you guess ashton, you could recognize that arm anywhere, points to the cake and says, "birthday girl gets first pick!"

you finally see his figure merge from behind someone with a plastic plate and knife. "what piece does my girl want?" ashton continues.

you examine the cake once more and point to a corner piece smothered in the purple icing with a kiddish like grin on your face. ashton's nods and begins to cut you a piece.

as it nears the end of the night and the bar slowly begins to empty out, you've found yourself at the bar watching everyone says their goodbye and share a hug with you before leaving the building.

the music was faintly playing now, compared to when you had arrived eariler.

solo cups trashed the floor, paper plates and napkins scattered the bar table. you look down at the glass setting in front of you as you swirl around the liquid contents. you didn’t even notice calum approaching.

“how was your birthday?” he hums, sitting next to you.

“good” you smile, resting your head on your hand. “tonight was good. you did great on stage.”

“yeah?” calum raises his eyebrows, you see a playful smirk forming on his lips. “mhm, very rockstar.”

calum laughs at your comment and then the two of you fall silent, watching as some people begin cleaning up the mess.

“can i talk to you?” calum questions, turning his focus back to you.

you nod, “yeah, of course”

“in private.” he adds.

you raise your eyebrows , wondering what he needs to say that he can’t in front of your friends.

“sure”

calum takes your hand and leads you towards the back door, which you had no idea was back here.

when he opens it, you see a patio with a string of fairy lights surrounding the area.

“you’re going to think i was stalking you or something, but this just happened by chance. i swear.” calum stands you in front of him as he reaches in his back pocket and hands you a plane ticket.

“we’ll be in paris on the first leg of our tour and i had an extra ticket.” he stated. you look up at him wide eyed, then do a double take to make sure you were seeing it right. “calum..what? i…i just i can’t just-“

“i want you there.” he adds.

“i want you in paris with me, hell- i want you on the whole tour with me. please, take it” he offers it to you again, making you take it.

“oh my god” you mutter, looking down at the ticket now in your hand.

“the flight is in two days, i know it’s hella last minute but i figured its now or never” calum speaks softly.

you’re still at a loss for words, your body working faster than your mind as your wrap your arms around calums figure. “thank you so much” you say into his shoulder.

“anytime” he hums, hugging you back.

“cmon cal! we gotta head back.” michael can be heard from the bar.

the australian pulls away and offers a warm smile, “see you in paris..” he says and walks off. “bye..”

you’re quick to whip your phone out and text olivia before heading back to your apartment partment

“youll never believe what just happened”

“is this a good or bad thing”

“uhh good? i think? i hope so”

“well dont leave me in the dark what happened”

“calum gave me a ticket to paris” “WHAT, Y/N THATS HUGE. are you gonna go”

“i mean, id feel bad if i didnt. i hate how easy it is for me to like him.”

“we’re so having a debriefing when you get home.”

the plane ride was long and tiresome, eleven hours of being so uncomfortable in the seats and having someone next to you who had no regard for personal space. plus, you just hated planes in general.

but once the plane landed, you felt a wave of relief and soon enough you were off the plane and navigating your way through the foreign airport.

once you get to baggage claim you wait for your luggage and once you have it, you begin looking around for a familiar person.

you round a corner and finally see the one you had been searching for. “there’s my pretty girl” calum says, as his eyes lands on you as he makes his way towards you.

“i look awful calum” you laugh as his arms wrap around you tightly. “no such thing” he says into your hair before pulling away. “how was the flight?” he adds, taking your luggage from your hand then linking his free hand with yours while leading you out of the airport.

“long” you laugh tiredly, as you watch him load your bags into the back of the car.

the uber back to the hotel that calum was staying at was nice, being able to see nice scenery before you’d sleep for the next twelve hours.

the plan was, you’d sleep for as long as you could until calums show tomorrow, then hopefully, you’d be well rested and enjoy his concert and have a few days in the city to spend with him.

still only as friends..right?

while you start unpacking, calum was helping. “when are you going to sleep?” he asks, taking your now empty suitcase and putting it next to his as you were folding and putting the clothes in the dresser. “probably when i get done here.” you say closing the drawer to the dresser.

“no, you’re not” calum says, causing you to stop and turn to him. “what?” you blurt, harsher than you wanted. “what do you mean ‘no’”.

“i mean no because i’m taking you out tonight.” “calum” you try to interject but he doesn’t let you. “were going out tonight, no ands, ifs,or buts. kay?” he says, walking towards you. “and be sure to wear that skirt, you look good in it.” he whispers into your ear.

“what skirt?” you ask, trying to act oblivious.

calum scoffs a little, “you know the one.”

you finish swiping the last bit of mascara onto your lashes and close the tube, then check yourself in the mirror once more wanting to make sure you outfit was good enough.

“you done?” you hear calum voice ring the hotel room into the bathroom. “yeah!” you yell back and grab your lipstick, touching up your lips before throwing it and a gloss in your bag and exit the bathroom .

“you look great” calum grins, walking towards you. his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you closer. you grin, taking notice just how good he looks in leather jacket. “so do you, mr.rockstar.” “yeah?” he smiles, you nod. “yeah. you ready?” you ask. “yep let me get my wallet”

the night was nearing an end, you walked down the street next to calum, luke and sierra followed behind the two of you. calum had taken you all over the city, to nice cafes, his favorite spots from the last time he visited, and a museum. it was truly a wonderful day in the city of love.

the four of your turn a corner and suddenly you’re shocked by the bright dazzling lights of the eiffel tower.

you’re starstruck, you must’ve stopped in your tracks became calum looks back at you, “you comin’?” he grins, holding out his hand for you to take.

you felt like a kid in a candy store as you approached the structure. it felt like something out of a dream. you weren’t sure why you loved the idea of being in paris, but you were here now. standing in front of the famous landmark in the world, it was so beautiful you could cry.

“wow..” you speak breathlessly. the twinkling lights reflected in your eyes, the way it stood out against the dark sky, it felt like the most magical thing you had ever seen.

you’re quick to take your phone out and snap a couple pictures, not wanting to forget this moment. it would be something you would talk about forever.

“hey y/n-“ sierra taps your shoulder. your spin around and face the girl, “mm?”

“care to take a pic of me and luke?”

“sure!” you take the phone from sierra as the couple poses in front of the sight. “i’ll take a couple so pose however you want” you smile and begin snapping pictures of the two.

luke and sierra were a good couple, they complimented each other very well. and from what you’ve seen of sierra she was a good friend and good girlfriend to luke.

“check those, make sure you like them” you hand the phone back to sierra so she can check them.

“perfect! thank you so much!” sierra beams looking at the photos then up at you.

“do you want some with calum?” she asks.

you look over at calum who was already looking at you. “um, sure!” you hand your phone to sierra.

you and calum stand next to each other and let sierra snap a couple pictures together. luke is standing behind sierra watching as she makes sure to get all the angles.

“beautiful!” she exclaims with a wide grin as she hands your phone back to you so you could check the pictures.

you swipe through the pictures awhile calum looks over your shoulder.

“god damn” the australian begins, “we look good together.”

and it was true. you did look good together. maybe you could picture being with him more than his ‘friend’.

your eyes flutter open to the soft rays of the sun peeking in through the sheer white curtains of the hotel room. “morning, pretty” you hear calum say causing you to look over your shoulder where he sat on the opposite side of the bed.

you groan quietly, rubbing your eyes as you slowly sit up to lean against the headboard. “mornin” you reply followed by a yawn. “what time is it?” “noon” calum answers, turning off his phone. “damn” you reply knowing you’ve slept almost a whole day. “sorry” you say but calum shakes his head, “don’t apologize, you needed the rest. plus, you’ll be well rested for tonight” he grins, you shake your head and playfully push his shoulder.

“what’s on the agenda for today?” you yawn again, and calum leans back on the headboard. “well, we have to be at the venue at two and soundcheck is at three”. he says, checking his phone for the time.

“good, gives me plenty of time to get ready” you say, reaching for your phone. “do you want to leave with me or do you wanna just come whenever you’re done?” you shrug thinking about how long it’ll take you to get ready. “i might just uber after i’m done that way i don’t have to rush.” you start, ripping the cover off of your legs. “plus it’ll give me enough time to make sure i look good for you tonight.” you say with a grin before getting out of the bed and making your way to the bathroom.

calum laughs before calling out to you “you’re a tease, you know that?” you smile to yourself using water for your shower. “always!” you holler back.

you’re sat in the back of an uber staring out the back passenger window. the venue isn’t very far from the hotel so the ride wasn’t too bad. when you arrived you saw the line of fans outside all waiting in queue you smiled to yourself, feeling proud of the band, and calum.

you step out of the vehicle and walked around like a lost puppy trying to look for olivia’s brother, mark.

you take the time to see everyone waiting in line dressed in their best and looking beautiful.

“oh thank god” you start, spotting the blonde man. “y/n! you made it!” mark smiles, pulling you in for a hug.

“yeah, thank god, i almost got lost.” mark nods and begins leading you down a long corridor until reaching the dressing rooms. “i figured you’re here for calum?” you look up, staring at him for a moment before blinking. “that obvious huh?” mark laughs, then hands you a vip laminated lanyard. “keep this on you, have fun and enjoy the show.” he adds as he pats your shoulder.

you watch as he walks away, taking a deep breath as you open the door peeking your head in. you see the guys spread out in the room until calum looks up from his phone to greet you.

“its about time you got here, i was about to worry.” he says, now pulling you into their dressing room. his tan arms wrap around your figure and you get a whiff of his cologne.

he keeps you close to your side as the other guys come up to greet you. “was it hard to find?” calum inquires, you shrug, “i walked around the building until i eventually found mark and now im here” you laugh. “probably a little late, traffic was crazy”

calum smiles, “all good, at least you’re here now. that’s all that matters.” he says, slinging his arm over your shoulders.

“all right guys, they’re all ready for you” some stage manager, you had to guess, said as they popped their head in the door.

you separate from calum as he fixed his in-ear-piece and grabs his bass. you smile at him and give him a thumbs up and watch as he followed behind the other three.

“are you sierra and y/n?” and woman enters the room, her dirty blonde hair was cut to about her shoulders but it was obviously growing out. she had a welcoming smile and comforting aura. the two of you nod. “perfect, i’m hannah i can take you guys to your seats!” she beams and then the two of you follow her out into the arena where she showed where the two of you would be at.

side of the pit, calums side, so it was actually perfect for you. “are you guys going to be on the rest of the tour?”

“i will” sierra smiles. then hannah turns towards you.

“oh, i don’t know yet” you laugh, taking a swig of your drink.

“well, i’ll be on the tour with the guys so if you every need anything just look for me.” she smiles again. “enjoy the show!”

it was incredible to see, they were truly in their element. each of the acting as if they were born to be on stage.

“wow!” michael hollers about midway through their performance, taking a small break in between songs. luke is still strumming quietly in the background. “paris, how the fuck are we feeling?!” the crowd erupts in loud cheers.

“it’s great to be back after so long” he continues, then takes a glance at his band mates. “how are you all liking paris?”

“good, i love it here” luke answers, earning a few hollers from the crowd.

“how you liking paris, cal?”

“what about the view here? it’s such a beautiful place” luke interjects.

“you seen anything nice lately, calum?” luke continues

“yup, the views in my hotel room are amazing.”

your heart stopped, it was subtle. just enough for only you to notice. he was definitely mentioning you.

“do you mean from?” luke chimes.

you can faintly see calum smile as he laughs into the mic, “yup, my bad.”

“alrighty then.” michael pauses, luke had taken a few steps back from the mic but could still be been laughing.

“then how about you introduce the next song?”

“the next song is for all those who end up meeting someone and know it won’t be more than just having fun. and they’re okay with that. talk fast.”

you wondered what it looked like from their perspective. you turn to face the crowd and you’re overwhelmed with what you see. people screaming their lungs out to the lyrics, some dancing with their friends, you even see some people crying. you also see some signs. some more creative than others, and some sweeter than others.

you manage to spot one that made you a little uncomfortable; “call me red with the way i be riding hood”

sure, clever, but it made you realize that if you had a shot with calum, what’s stopping him from hooking up with any other fan when you’re not around?

shit.

maybe you did like him more than just a fuck buddy.

during the next intermission you and sierra had made some small talk until you overheard some girls next to you in the pit talking about calum.

“oh i’d totally fuck him.” she says nonchalantly. “i bet you i could easily pull him by the end of the night, i just need to find my way in.” she giggles.

you shift on your feet and turn to sierra who also heard it. “welcome to my life..” she raises her eyebrows then take a sip of her drink.

you sit in silence on the uber ride back to the hotel. calum sat to your right, you knew he was looking at you and he wanted to ask what was wrong.

did you have a bad night?

was the show bad?

the whole way back to the hotel you hadn’t spoken one word to him. you didn’t even look at him.

why did you feel like this?

calum wasn’t even yours. you had no valid reason to be angry.

except you did.

you were afraid that he would want someone else, that you were easily replaceable. you couldn’t deal with that, you couldn’t go through another heartbreak.

you should’ve known that messing with him would’ve lead to this, but you were naïve and wanted something to distract you from your ex boyfriend.

your feet seem to have a mind of their own as you storm past calum and out into the freezing cold.

"y/n/n, cmon don't be this way", he laughs innocently while pacing himself behind you.

you don’t say anything except press the elevator button and wait impatiently for the doors to open. you really couldn’t tell anyone why you were being so stubborn, hell, you didn’t even know why.

once the doors opened you were quick to slip in and press the button to your floor. you stand with your arms crossed, staring blankly at the metal. doors. you were quietly wishing he would say something, anything at all.

“y/n?” he tries reaching for your arm but you shrug him off. “not in the mood cal.” you reply. you knew you were being stubborn and very annoying.

he hasn’t given you a reason to act this way towards him.

you knew you were overreacting. plain and simple.

*ding*

the elevator doors opened and you walk through the hallway towards your bedroom. you scan the keycard and open the door letting calum follow behind you like a lost puppy.

you throw your purse on the bed and take your jacket off. “y/n. please.” you hear him sigh. calum feels guilty and he doesn’t even know what the hell he did. but whatever it was he was going to fix it. he couldn’t take you being mad at him like that.

“why dont you go bother someone else, looked like there was plenty that would love to be in your bed” you hiss, the words spilling from your lips like venom.

calum stops in his tracks, also removing the leather jacket from his shoulders and tossing it on the bed. “what?” he asks, dumbfounded.

“don’t play dumb, cal.”

“i don’t know what you mean, y/n.” he bites back.

“i mean, if you can sleep around with me what’s stopping you from sleeping with your fans?” you confess.

calum just stares at you, “what? what are you talking about?” the bassist was genuinely confused, you had never reacted, at least, not when he was around.

“the people at the show, cal. the signs, their outfits, the way they talk about you-“

calum cuts you off, “look, i don’t know where this is coming from or why you’re acting like this but-“

“i’m acting like this because it was never just about being friends with benefits calum!” you confess, staring at him intently. “i can’t keep acting like im okay with not being able to love you. i don’t want to be hurt again. not by you”

everything came spewing out of you like a waterfall. all the months of pent up frustration and confusion had finally found its way into the world.

you were so frustrated you didn’t even realize what you had said, you turn to look out the window and stare at the lights from the city.

calum doesn’t say anything, racking his brain to make sure he heard you right. you said you loved him, without really even saying the three words.

“you said you love me.”

you look over at him, “what?”

“you just said you ‘can’t keep acting like you don’t love me’.” he repeats.

you shake your head and look away from him. “i didn’t.” you try to get him to leave it alone.

“you did” he sighs, coming next to you and takes you by the shoulders and turns you to face him. “you practically said you love me.”

“calum-“

“i love you too.” he smiled. “i don’t know if that means anything now but i do. i have for a while.” he confessed.

“y/n, you’re nothing like i imagined you would be. when i met you that night in the bar i thought you’d be like all the other girls, which i know doesn’t help, but; this has been the best past year of my life and i think of you more than someone i fuck occasionally.” calum is looking into your eyes. “you’re more than that, y/n/n.”

there are tears welling in your eyes, you shake your head. “i don’t want to be hurt again. i don’t think i could take it.” calum nods, reaching for your hands.

“i understand, but trust me when i say that id never do anything to hurt you, okay?” calum assures, “you’re everything and more.”

*buzz*

*buzz buzz*

you groan and reach for your phone, opening one eye to look at the notifications. you have over ten messages and five calls from olivia. you sigh, wanting to ignore her antics but maybe it was an emergency. you unlock your phone and see all the messages.

‘girl check instagram.’

‘what time is it there’s

‘are you asleep?’

‘omg omg y/n!!!!’

‘you’re not gonna believe this.’

‘girl i’m freaking out !!!!!’

‘y/n please check your instagram.

‘you’re gonna flip.’

‘ please wake up.’

‘i’m calling you’

you sit up in confusion and then check your other notifications to see over hundreds of notifications from instagram. “what the hell” you croak and then open the app.

‘calumhood tagged you in a post.’

you swipe through the pictures until you see the very last picture which was you standing in front of the eiffel tower with your back turned to him admiring the view and then you saw the caption; “they say paris is the city of love <3”

you practically shoot up from your position staring wide eyed at the phone. you read some of the comments in a panic.

‘lukehemmings: it’s about damn time’

ashtonirwin: finally! don’t hurt my girl;)

calumhood replying to ashtonirwin: your girl?

ashtonirwin replying to calumhood: yep:)

michaelclifford: called it!

sierradeaton: you posted the pic !! omg !!!

5sos_updates: the last slide omg!?!? also last night was crazy!

iheartcalumhood: who’s the girl?

“calum??” you say out, hoping he was still in the room.

you hear the bathroom door open. “yeah?” he asks walking around the corner only dressed in a pair of basketball shorts.

“why did you post that?” you ask showing him the instagram post. “i wanted to prove to you that everything i said last night is true”

you blink, staring at him with little to no expression. “your first thought to do that was post me on your instagram?”

“uhh i guess? should i not have done that?” you crack a smile and look down at your phone, “i cant believe you, cal.” you say, falling back on the bed to scroll through more comments.

“can’t go back on it now” he says, standing at the foot at the bed.

“you’re stuck with me forever” he says crawling on the bed, hovering over your figure. “really? because ashton said i was his girl. sounds like you have some competition, hood.” you state, showing calum his comment.

he takes your phone and tosses it somewhere else on the bed. “nope, you’re my girl forever and always.” he hums leaning in to leave kisses on your neck which earned giggles from you. “calum!”

#5sos fan fiction #5sos smut #bartxnhood asks #bartxnhood writes #5sos imagine #5sos fanfic #5sos #calum hood angst #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings x reader #calum hood blurbs #calum hood #calum hood fluff #calum hood 5sos #calum hood fanfic #calum hood x reader #calum hood imagine

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ughkat · 7 months

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hi! could you write calum x reader where calum has a crush on her and ashton exposes his crush on her during a live or something?

pls and thank u

i might do a part two of this idk 😳

crush | c.t.h

calum x fem!reader

part two here

got excited writing this sorry ab the lengthiness!

alcohol, swearing

not proofread

"I'm heading over right now."

"We'll be here.".

I finished my phone call to Ashton, who had just minutes ago invited me for a routine hangout with him and the other three boys.

My friendship with Ashton had sprouted prior to his band forming. We were best friends, some would describe as inseparable. Once joining the band, they immediately brought me in as well. Though never having the same connections as I did with Ashton with them, Calum, Luke and Michael never failed to make me feel at home.

Since then, we've grown up and blossomed into larger things in life, yet we still keep our bond close. Routine effortless hangouts and conversations on almost a daily has kept out growing friendships alive.

Recently, I had began to notice a shift in energy with Calum. I tried to think nothing of it, but the conversations began to get shorter, and his words for me grew small. He almost made me feel as if I did something wrong.

I gathered my belongings, checking my outfit before heading outside to my car, shivering at the cold weather. I dressed lazily in a large grey hoodie, along with black leggings and converse. I quickly turned on the heater after starting my car, and pulled put of the driveway.

I drove quietly as my mind wandered about confronting Calum for his change of mood towards me. I knew I was safe to bring up an issue to my friends, but I was concerned this was only a me problem.

My wandering mind passed the time quickly, arriving me to Ashton's apartment. I pulled slowly onto the curb in front of his apartment, sending off a quick "I'm here" text before exiting my car.

"Heyyy!" Ashton cheered goofily, raising his arms as he appeared from the front door. I giggled as I made my way up his driveway towards him. He reached an arm out for a quick hug as he spoke.

"How ya' doing?" He smiled, ushering me inside. I sighed dramatically.

"Could be better." I raised my eyebrows with defeat as I made my way inside. I set my bag and keys down on his kitchen counter which was decorated with various alcoholic beverages and snacks. I turned to the living room, being greeted by Calum, Luke and Michael at the couch. I watched as Calum's eyes quickly met mine, then shot back down to his hands.

"Well..." Ashton began, moving behind me swiftly, "Have a shot." He grinned, I turned to look at Ashton who had presented me with a small glass with a shot of mystery alcohol in it. The three boys from the living room shouted dramatic miscellaneous cheers and encouragements from behind me. I let out a laugh and reached for the drink. I looked at Ashton and shook my head laughing. With a shrug, I tossed my head back, taking my shot quickly. I scrunched my face briefly before frantically searching for a chaser.

"Give me a drink. I need a drink." I mumbled, shaking my head. Luke whistled from the couch with a laugh, holding out a Coke can. I hurried to the open drink and took a large swig.

"You didn't take that shot, that shot took you." Michael joked as I found my seat on the couch. I scoffed with furrowed eyebrows.

"Fuck off." I giggled. I glanced to Calum who had been awfully quiet. He was heavily focused on picking at a loose string on his t-shirt, faking an amused look on his face. I immediately noted his off mood. The boys continued whatever conversation they had before I arrived, laughing and cracking joke's beside me. I watched Calum carefully as he loosely followed their words, more in his own head than present with us. I decided to finally speak up.

"Cal." I chirped, snapping him out of his trance. His head perked up quickly as the room fell silent.

"Hm?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes darted to everyone in the room nervously, then back to mine. I anxiously slouched back down at the unexpected and unnerving silence before speaking.

"Are you mad at me or something?" I questioned, keeping a cool tone. I watched from my peripheral as the boys eyes flashed to Calum. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he shook his head slowly.

"No..?" He muttered quietly. I bit the inside of me cheek and looked to the other boys, hoping one of them would agree with my observation of Calum's negative mood. Instead, they watched Calum like a bomb.

"You've been so quiet and weird with me lately. I know they see it too." I laughed anxiously, motioning to the boys. I widened my eyes at them, begging for some help. Calum looked to the boys, licking his lips anxiously.

"I-.." He began nervously, "I've just been feeling kinda off recently. I'm sorry." He stuttered nonchalantly, his eyes failing to connect with mine. "Kinda off?" I thought to myself, "Bad excuse.".

"I think he just means in the studio and such. We've all been pretty tired recently." Ashton jumped in quickly, glancing at Calum after speaking.

"Right." I replied, not buying whatever game they were trying to play.

We continued the night many hours into the early morning, as we normally would, we watched a few movies and ordered a bunch of junk food. Calum kept up his unusual behavior, trying his best to fake it, but I never let go of the thought that I would find out what was going on with him.

"You sure you don't wanna spend the night? It's late, and you've been drinking." Ashton offered as we walked to his front door. I gave him a hug and stepped outside.

"No, it's okay." I looked down to my phone, noting the time of 1:45 am. "I have work tomorrow and I'm okay to drive. My last drink was hours ago and all those snacks and fast food have taken over my veins." I groaned dramatically. Ashton giggled before nodding gently.

"I'll see you later." He patted my back and sent me down his driveway, watching me as I entered my car.

On my drive home, I was left unsatisfied with my confrontation with Calum. I thought our closeness would have led him to be more open, but he was so blatantly lying. Ashton obviously covering the lie for him only grew my suspicions more. My mind raced of the possibilities of what could be bothering the boy.

I lazily kicked off my shoes as I entered my apartment, tossing my keys of a small side table beside the door. Filled with junk from Ashton's house, I skipped my kitchen and headed straight for my bedroom.

I slipped out of my black leggings and hoodie, changing into a large shirt and underwear. As I tossed my laundry into the basket, my phone let off a ding on my bed. I flopped onto my bed, reaching for my phone and reading the notification. It read that the boys had started a live stream on twitch. I let out a giggle, amused at the boy's inability to rest. Clicking on the notification, I settled into my bed.

"We just saw each other 20 minutes ago!" Ashton cheered sarcastically from the livestream. I smiled at the faces on the screen.

"Hey, Y/n is here." Ashton chuckled, looking closer at the screen. I watched as the boys talked to the viewers of the stream and to each other, making jokes and messing with filters.

"Calum's sad cause Y/n yelled at him." Michael joked. Calum sent Michael a death glare, earning a chuckle from me.

"She didn't yell at me." Calum scoffed with a forced smile. I rolled my eyes sarcastically at his stubbornness, continuing to tune into the stream.

"He's sad cause he's in love with her." Ashton mumbled looking down to his phone, widening his eyes quickly and looking up at his screen after speaking, realizing what he had said.

"Dude." Calum spoke quietly. I narrowed my eyebrows at his words, him looking just as surprised as me. Ashton turned off his camera, followed by Calum, as if he had said something controversial. I put the speaker to my ear as the live suddenly fell quiet. Incoherent whispers came through before Ashton appeared again.

"Alright we'll see you guys later." Ashton forced a smile and a wave to the livestream before ending it abruptly. I stared at my empty screen in confusion, trying to make sense of Ashton's words. Did I hear him wrong? Was my phone glitching? I decided to play it cool and text Ashton calmly.

"Hey, why'd you end your live?"

I watched the three dots appear and disappear repeatedly before his message appeared.

"You should text Cal.".

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lovebombs4life · 7 months

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Thigh riding w calum PLEASEE🙏🏼🙏🏼⭐️

Daydreaming - c.t.h.

requested: yes and the thought of it is making me go feral.

a/n: probs gonna be short. also im writing this while im at work 🤞

cw: SMUT!! thigh riding, slightly public, unprotected p in v, slight choking, fluffy end :)

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calum had been a tease all night. he knew what he was doing, making it impossible for me to focus. we had been out with the band and their wives, celebrating tour being over.

calum and i had been dancing for a while before he decided to start grinding on my ass, holding my hips. i could feel his cock against me, making me think of what was coming for me tonight.

i had attempted to pull him off to the bathroom, but he denied my advances, going back to our friends.

i sat at the booth, frustrated. the guys went off to grab shots,and the girls had to run to the bathroom. i sat alone at the table, thinking of calum.

the way his fingers were so skilled, how they felt inside me, and wrapped around my throat. his gorgeous thighs, how he would let me sit on them, caressing my sides.

i was snapped out of my thoughts but calum, waving his hand in front of my face. i glared at him, grabbing a shot off the tray in front of me. i downed it, grabbing another.

calum raised his brow at me, acting like he didn’t just torture me on the dance floor. everyone dispersed after taking their shot, going back to dancing. i sat at the table, calum watching me from the other side of the booth.

he slid over to me, grabbing my hips, pulling me onto his lap. i turned my head around, looking at him. “go on princess, ride my thigh. you know we’re gonna be here for a little while longer.” he whispered, smirking at me.

i lightly moaned as he started moving my hips gently. he bounced his thigh, making it feel ten times better.

i threw my head back against him, moaning in his ear. “feels so good cal, needed you so bad.”i panted, working myself up. he gripped my hips, nibbling at my neck with my head thrown back on his shoulder.

he sucked lightly, leaving small bruises. i was glad it was dark around our booth, otherwise it would’ve been obvious as to what’s happening.

he rocked my hips, pressing me against his thigh harder. the pressure made me moan, and he covered my mouth with his large hand. he then slid two fingers into my mouth, making me suck on them.

i swirled my tongue around his fingers, sucking hard, and shoving them down my throat. his cock twitched against my ass as i kept grinding against him. he groaned in my ear, making me go crazy.

“doing so good for me baby, love watching you pleasure yourself on my thigh.” he spoke lowly before going back to kissing my neck. i moaned around his fingers, pushing them out of my mouth.

“m’ gonna cum baby.” i moaned into his ear. he bounced his leg faster, helping with my orgasm. my thighs shook, and my panties were now soaked, soaking his jeans as well.

he breathed heavily, holding me back against him. i turned back and kissed him, tugging his hair slightly before pulling away.

“thank you, calum.” i whispered, moving off his lap.

“let go home now, yeah?” he said, pulling me out of the booth. i laughed as he dragged me out the door, bringing me to the car.

with how he was behaving, i knew i’d be sore in the morning. he started the car, quickly driving us home.

we were at the front door within six minutes, and the instant we were inside, he pushed my back against the door, grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his waist. he kissed me hard, sliding his tongue inside my mouth.

he moaned into the kiss, wasting no time to find the zipper of my dress and peel it off me. he let it fall to the floor, sliding my panties off immediately after.

he picked me up again, bringing me to our bedroom. he pulled his shirt off, and i helped him unbutton his pants. he groaned as i touched his cock, being sensitive. i giggled, pulling his boxers down.

“should’ve just stayed home, could’ve had you to myself all night.” he said, sliding into my pussy.

i moaned, feeling him fill me up. he started rocking his hips, panting as he felt how tight i was. “fuck, love your cock, baby, could take it forever.” i gasped, his dick hitting far inside me.

“yeah? such a good girl baby, taking me so good.” he groaned, squeezing my neck gently. my eyes rolled back as he did so, his pace getting more intense.

“been so long since you’ve fucked me, gonna cum already.” i cried, clenching around him. he smirked, bringing his hand to my clit, rubbing it in circles. i squeezed my legs around him, my body jerking up.

“fuck! keep doing that calum, just like that!” i gasped, my legs begging to shake. he pounded into me, chucking at my moans.

“love your moans, y/n, could listen to them forever.” he groaned, squeezing my thighs as his thrusts started to stutter.

he began to pull out, but i stopped him, wanting to feel every last bit of cum he had drip out from me.

he choked out a moan, his cum filling me up. “missed you so much, princess, never want to leave you again.” he kissed me, laying down.

he laid his head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. “missed you too calum. missed your cock too.” i laughed.

he smiled up at me, giving me a kiss before we both fell asleep.

#calum hood #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos #5sos5 #calum 5sos #michael 5sos #ashton 5sos #luke 5sos #calum hood smut #calum hood imagine

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calsprincess · 7 months

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After Care | C.T.H

What I think after care would be like with calum

• “are you okay darlin?” “Are you hurt or anything?”

• lots of kisses and words of affirmation/ praises “you did so good for me baby”

• he’ll give you a message if you have sore limbs or joints

• LOTS of cuddles “just rest your body on mine darlin”

• He’ll help clean you up or help you get dressed

• I bet he would help you get changed into one of his hoodies or shirts

• kissing the spots where he gave you love bites or hickeys, to soothe them

• he’d ask if your hungry or need anything

• after cleaning you up, he'd probably just take you back to bed to lay in his arms and sleep

•” Night Baby, I'll have my way with you again soon”

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chemiosmotic · 2 years

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C.T.H. Pasodoble was scientifically engineered by Sylvi to be Austin Walker's Boyfriend (Evil Edition).

#and austin is gonna have CONTROL of him #road to palisade #road to palisade spoilers #fatt #sylvi was ALREADY killing it as a villain she didn't have to do thsi!#i know fatt sometimes just has One Person Who Is Evil and sylvi notably did that Already in sangfielle #but orbitals is up there in that metric with messy business

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portal-corp-official · 7 months

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Attention Paragon City!

As you may now be aware the right to manage the official Tumblr of the Portal Corp foundation has been handed over to Cad the Huntsman. So far he has been doing a decent job. - C.T.H.

#city of heroes #portal corp official #shitpost #meme

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90dookie · 9 months

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c.t.h ☆

7.19.23

#5sos calum #5 seconds of summer #argentina #the 5sos show

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itisannak · 3 years

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Dr. Angel Face Prequel Part 5: Visiting on Tour to Leaving for Europe (Calum Hood Smut)

Summary: (Y/N) visits Calum on tour, where she learns some information that disturbs her plans for the holiday. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Choking) (Words: 7k) (Main Stories: Part 1:Fetish, Part 2: Heat, Part 3: Heat Extended, Part 4: Dr. Angel Face, Alternative AU: Dr. Angel Face Alternative) (Prequels: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9)

“Is it weird that I am counting the hours until you get here?” Calum asks as the FaceTime call connects. “It is, but I am doing the same, so I am not judging.” “Are you at the hospital?” He asks me, squinting his eyes as he tries to figure out where I am sitting. I flip the camera, giving him a view of the empty lounge. “I have just finished surgery. I will wait for the post-ops and then head straight to the airport.” I explain and he hums, pleased by my plan. “I cannot wait to see your pretty face in person. The camera doesn’t do you justice.” “Are you calling me ugly right now?” I ask, furrowing my eyebrows together. “Of course not. I am just saying I have missed seeing you in person. I have missed touching you, kissing you, holding you. I would have you here right now if I could.” He comments and I smirk. “I am flying over in a few hours. Hold yourself for a little while.” “The moment you check-in for your flight, you give me a call. I will send someone to pick you up and bring you to me.” He orders and I hum. “You are not picking me up?” I ask. “You know I would if I could.” He assures me, sighing and running his hand over his face. “I know. Well, the moment I check-in, I will give you a call.” “Then they bring you to me, and we will have a nice dinner at our hotel room, and I am not letting you go from my arms till morning comes. And I am only letting you off my arms in the morning because Ashton has eaten my ears off about seeing you in breakfast…” He replies and I giggle, biting my lip. “I like the sound of this plan.” I sigh happily, already picturing myself in his arms. “How much longer for the post-ops?” He asks me. I check the time on my phone and shrug. “In about an hour. I still have time to kill.” I lean my head on the back of the couch, staring at Calum through my screen and aching for the time I will be face to face with him. “I am supposed to be in soundcheck in 30…” “You can go, I will be fine. I will check my luggage and head to see if I can rush the post-op results. I will be fine.” I assure him and he shakes his head at me. “I can do 10 more minutes. I want to see your face for 10 more minutes.” “You will be seeing this face all the time until Monday morning. Isn’t that enough for you?” “No matter how long I see this face, it will never be enough.” He replies, looking at me softly. “Ugh, with all that honey… Get your blood sugar levels tested, I am shocked you are not diabetic by now, both of you.” Maggie groans as she plops on the couch across me. I roll my eyes playfully, blowing Calum a kiss. “Gotta go. See you in a few hours.” “Be safe. See you in a few hours.” He greets, ending the call.

“You know you are a cockblocker, don’t you?” I turn to Maggie, who smirks at me and shrugs. “You have 4 full nights to enjoy your man, free of blocks. You will survive.” She brushes it off and I sigh. “I don’t know if it is because this is the first tour since we got together or it will always be like that, but this is so hard to do.” I admit and she hums. “Is it worth it? Is he worth it?” She asks. “All of it. He is worth all of it. I am so excited to see him, I have practically forgotten about everything else.” “When was the last time you saw him?” She asks. “2 months ago.” I reply and Maggie hisses. “Yeah, I know… Anyway, he will be home before Christmas and then he has a break, I guess, so things will be better.” I explain. “Are you spending Christmas together?” She asks, her face lighting up. “We haven’t discussed it yet. But I think we are. I cannot go home because of the shifts, Calum will be fresh home from tour… I cannot think of a better way to spend Christmas.” I reply and she coos. “You look very happy. It suits you.” She pats my shoulder softly, right when her pager goes off. “Gotta run. Have a safe trip. Try to see the towns you will be in…” She winks before rushing off.

My call goes straight to voicemail, so I wait for the sound to speak up. “Hi, Cal. I just wanted to let you know I have just landed and I am heading to the luggage pickup. I think by the time you hear this, I am going to be with you already, so I don’t know why I am even leaving a message. K, see you in a bit.” I say as fast as I can to the voice mail, while I rush to pick my suitcase.

Soon, I am found walking towards the exit of the arrivals. I scan the crowd to see if anyone out of the crowd is holding a sign with my name on it. “Hey, Dr. Angel Face.” Calum’s voice rings in my ears as he shouts for me. “Cal?” I gasp, watching him as he rushes to me, pushing past people. I leave my luggage, falling into his arms the moment he is in proximity. “I thought you were sending someone to pick me up…” I mumble, hugging him as tightly as I can. “What surprise would it be, had I told you my plan.” He whispers, planting a kiss at the top of my head. “Come on, let’s take your luggage to the car.” He wraps his arm around my waist as we pick my bags. “How was the flight?” He asks, guiding us towards the exit. “It was mostly nice. I tried to nap a bit, but there was a baby on board, so I couldn’t. It doesn’t matter, I am here now.” “How is your patient? The one you were waiting for the post-ops?” He asks me, and I huff. “She will live. She is under Amelia’s care, if anything goes wrong, she will call me.” I explain. “If Amelia calls, will you have to go back?” He asks me and I shake my head at him. “It would take a lot of time to fly back. So I will have to assist and advise if there is a need. Don’t worry, I am yours till Monday morning.” I reply, leaning my head on his shoulder. “Um, you are mine well beyond Monday morning…” He adds and scoffs. “Yeah, I kind of forgot that…” I tease him. “You kinda forgot that huh? That’s alright, I have enough time to remind you.” He leaves a peck on my temple, lingering for a second before we reach the car that is supposed to take us to the hotel. “Are you too tired?” He asks me. I shake my head. “Not really. Why?” “I was thinking maybe we could go grab a bite downtown. I looked around Trip Advisor for suggestions and there is a place I’d like to take you.” He suggests and I can feel my face light up. “We can do that?” I ask. “Can you please take the luggage to the hotel? I will text someone to pick them from the lobby.” He turns to the driver who nods and takes my luggage to the trunk. “Would you like me to drop you somewhere?” The driver asks. Calum shakes his head in denial. “We will take a taxi.” He replies, tangling his arm with mine before walking towards the taxi stand.

“It is a bit chilly, isn’t it?” I ask as we take a seat on the open-air area of the restaurant. “Well, Seattle is a lot colder than Los Angeles. I should have warned you.” He replies, standing up to place his jacket on my shoulders. “Now you are going to be cold.” I scold him. “I will be fine.” “Weren’t you moaning about Los Angeles being cold because you are Australian and you are used to a lot warmer weather?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Baby, please… I am tougher than I look, I am going to be fine.” He assures me, picking the menu and taking a look. “I am so stupid for not looking what the weather is going to be like before leaving Los Angeles. I didn’t bring a coat with me…” I sigh and he scoffs playfully. “That can be solved. We will go buy one tomorrow morning.” He replies, reaching across the table to place his hand on top of mine. “I thought you were planning on not letting me out of the room…” I bite my lip. “I can make an exception. I want us to see the city tomorrow, so you have something to tell your friends once you are back.” He winks at me. I pick the menu too, scanning through it to take my mind off the thought of pulling him into the bathroom and satisfying my crave for him. “What are you ordering?” He asks me, peeking up from his catalog. “Uh, the shi drum with the citrus sauce doesn’t seem bad. But neither the chicken fillet with the mushroom creme does. I don’t know. I need some more time.” “We can get both and split.” “Fish and chicken is not a good combination.” “You have clearly never tasted paella mixta… You would have had your mind blown.” He replies. I roll my eyes at him, going back to my menu. “Some of us don’t travel the world for a living, Calum.” I scoff.

“So, you casually have the best room in the hotel? Or is it because I am here with you?” I ask Calum as we step into the room. “It is because you are here with me. I had to upgrade the little rathole before you came.” He replies, standing behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “Let me have a shower, I stink…” I feel chills run down my spine, his hands already making me melt. “No, you don’t… You smell like baby powder and soap… It is so fresh…” He mumbles, pressing his lips on my neck. “I really want a shower…” I moan as his lips find my sweet spot below my ear. “Hm… Would you look at that… I need a shower too.” He says in his low, seductive voice. “The courteous thing to do is let the lady first.” “Or, we can shower together, save time, save water…” He suggests. “Me first… You second. I bought something special for tonight, don’t ruin it for me…” “How special are we talking?” “All lace. Pretty transparent… You can see almost everything.” “Fuck.” “So, let me shower first and then slip in my lingerie while you shower.” Calum removes his arms from around me, spins me around and presses a kiss on my lips. “Let me go shower…” I whisper against his lips, making him groan. “Fine. Go… Leave me alone once more…” He pouts as I walk away.

Fresh out of the shower and wrapped in the hotel’s fluffy towel, I walk towards the bed where Calum is sitting, waiting for his turn in the shower. “You don’t even have to put on lingerie… Just drop the towel and it is more than enough for me.” Calum comments, making me hum. “I have spent a lot of money on the lingerie. It will be a pity if it goes to waste.” I reply as he stands up to head to the bathroom. “Oh, it wouldn’t go to waste.” He looks at me with glee in his eyes. “I bet it wouldn’t.” I reply, unwrapping the towel from my body and letting it fall on the bed. “Are you kidding me? You expect me to leave now?” He asks me and I hum. “Yes. The sooner you leave, the sooner you will be back.” I reply, earning a groan from him.

I wait to hear the door shut before I rush to my luggage, picking the lingerie I have packed on top of my folded clothes. I slip onto the lacy lingerie, fixing the edges to rest on my skin straight. That was fast and now I have to wait for Calum to be done with his shower. Every second I hear the water running drives me closer and closer to snapping, barging into the shower and just have him press me against the shower glass and give me the fucking of my life. I huff, plopping with my back on the soft, bringing my hands to rest on my stomach, tapping my fingers lightly on my skin. I try to manage my breathing, get my heart to stop racing at the thought of his body on mine. I have missed him, all of him, but now my mind is fixated on how much I want to have sex with him. 2 months of just sexting and getting off through FaceTime has really made me crave every inch of him.

I am so lost in my fantasy of sex with Calum that I don’t realize the water is no longer running and Calum is leaning against the wall, with a towel wrapped around his hips and droplets of water decorating his skin. He clears his throat, making me aware of his presence, before slowly walking towards the bed. I can only hear my breath and his as he stares down on my body, a pleased groan released as he finishes scanning me. “Do you know what a sight for sore eyes you are right now? With that black lace on your body, contrasting that white, plush duvet…” He comments, moving to hover above me. “I told you the lingerie was worth it.” I utter and he hums. “It is. But I think you look better without it…” He replies, running his fingers across the hem of the lingerie’s bust. “Why don’t you take it off of me then?” I ask and he chuckles teasingly. “You do realize you worn this for literally 3 minutes, right?” “Yes. But those 3 minutes got you rock-solid…” I reply. “Princess, I have been hard since we walked into this hotel. This little outfit of yours was obsolete.” He replies, moving the strap of my lingerie from my shoulder, revealing more of my already exposed chest. “Don’t call me princess.” I moan as he brings his soft lips to my skin. “Why, princess?” He chuckles. “Don’t call me princess if you are not inside me. I might cum just at the sound of it.” I shiver as he wraps his lips around my nipple, his tongue curling around the tip of it.

I can feel wetness pooling at the bottom of my lingerie, growing the moment he grazes his teeth over the bud. “Calum, please. I am aching. Please, just fuck me. We can toy later, but I really need you to fuck me, now. Please.” I gasp, bucking my hips up to find his boner, press my sex on it to relieve some of the pressure I have been feeling building up. “Look at you, not being able to hold yourself. I could do it all night.” He chuckles. I roll my eyes, propping my knee up to press it on his cock. He groans, head falling into the valley of my chest. “I don’t think you can do that much longer, baby…” I sass. He is very quick to dress me down of my bodycon, with the blink of an eye getting rid of his towel as well. I bite my lip at the sight of his cock, losing it as I watch him wrap his fingers around it and stroke it before spreading my lips and lining up to my entrance. “You want me, princess?” He asks cockily, rubbing his cock on my slit. “Please, Calum. I haven’t had sex in 2 months, my fingers are nothing like your cock. Please, I am going to start crying… I need you.” I beg, making him chuckle and shake his head. “I love it when you do that.” He sighs, finally easing into me. I cannot drown my moan, my face forming a weird expression of tension as he goes deeper inside me. He moans too, bringing his hand by the side of my head to grip on the sheets below us. “Tell me how it feels… Tell me how I feel inside you.” He demands, thrusting inside me with short, powerful thrusts that make my eyes flutter fast at each one of them. I try to open my mouth and form a response, but it is all gibberish, all I can do is enjoy the feeling.

The lack of words only makes him thrust faster, which makes me go further down my spiral. I stare at his face as he tenses it with each thrust, my mouth agape as at the sight. “I said, tell… me… how it… feels…” He growls, making me slide on the sheets as he fucks me. “Like heaven. You bring heaven to me…” I reply, digging my nails into his forearm. He seems to like the answer, finally settling into a steady rhythm of thrusts. I can feel my stomach tighten, sinking into the pleasure of his body on mine, his moans ringing in my ears, his cock thrusting deep inside me. “Choke me.” I nearly demand without realizing the words coming out of my mouth. “What?” He stops mid-thrust, his cock pulsing inside me as I tighten around him. He looks at me with excitement in his eyes, but his expression is hesitant as if he believes he hasn’t heard right. “Choke me, please. Wrap your fingers around my neck.” I am looking into his eyes, trying to tell him that this is exactly what I want. “I thought you could not be more perfect than you already are…” He utters, bringing his hand to my throat. He presses the sides of my neck, going back to the tempo he has set. I am just watching him move in and out of me, mesmerized by the fact we are finally having sex, after all this time.

Soon, my head feels light and I am gasping to get air. I place my hand on his wrist, signaling him to release me. And he does; he lets go of my throat and moves his hand to grope my breast, giving me enough time to draw in a breath before he brings his lips to mine, muffling me by shoving his tongue into my mouth. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him close to my body, making sure he won’t take this feeling away from me. “Calum…” I groan, tilting my head back. His lips move to my neck, finding the sweetspot below my jaw with his teeth. “What is it, angel?” He asks, but the color in his voice tells me he already knows I am close to my edge. “I wanna cum… I am so close.” I utter, shivering as chills spread through my body. “Cum, baby. I wanna feel you cum around me.” He growls, turning my head and holding it steady, watching my face change the closer I get to my high. “You are so beautiful when you are about to cum. Every time you FaceTimed me and got off, your face was in my head for the rest of the day. Fuck, I can’t believe I am about to see it in person.” He says through short draws of breath. His groggy voice really gets me off, my hips buck and glue to his as I just fall into a state of bliss. “Oh, God…” I writhe underneath him, biting onto my bottom lip to stop myself from being too loud. “Fuck, oh fuck. You look so fucking hot right now. Fuck.” He utters. I open my eyes, watching his face as he becomes closer and closer to his high.

His face freezes and he shuts his eyes, stopping every movement and letting his body press down on mine. I feel him cum inside me, filling me up with warmth. I feel my heart flutter, my stomach tightening in a knot from the excitement as I bring my hand to stroke his curls. His forehead is damp and his breath is short, and he has buried his face by mine on the soft comforter. “I’ve missed you.” He whispers breathlessly in my ear, pecking my lobe while he searches for my hand, to tangle his fingers with mine. “I have missed you too. I can’t believe I am here with you finally.” I say softly, looking at the way our hands mingle together and we almost become one. “I have been dreaming of this moment since I left for this tour. You were the one thing I was missing from home.” He admits. I chuckle, stroking his hair slowly. “I promise not to tell Duke.” “That bastard isn’t even missing me. He is having too much fun with Petunia to even realize I am gone.” He replies. “I bet he is missing you. Too much actually.” “Are we going to talk about Duke for the rest of the night?” He asks me and I hum. “Honestly, my mind is too fuzzy to even think of anything else right now.” I reply and he hums pleased. “I love that I just did that to you.” He mumbles, slowly pulling out of me. My sex throbs at the loss of contact, but Calum pulls me onto his chest, making me nestle on his body with my ear pressed on his skin so I am listening to his heartbeat. “I need a shower.” I sigh, leaving a soft kiss on his chest. Calum hums in agreement. “And you do too.” I add causing him to groan. “We just had a shower.” He protests. “We are sweaty and I have cum inside me.” I point out, but he groans again. “I don’t want to let you go. Not even for the duration of the showers.” “Join me, then.” I suggest and he hums. “That sounds intriguing.” “We are just going to shower, Calum. I am spent.” I moan and he chuckles sleepily. “You think you are going to be able to resist me?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow. “I am sure of it. Come on, pick your towel.” I get up from the bed, picking up my towel from the edge of the bed before slipping into the bathroom.

I barely have time to turn on the shower before Calum wraps his arms around my waist. “I hope you are prepared for me being clingy throughout the weekend.” He whispers, peppering my shoulder with kisses. “Clingy? You are never clingy.” I step under the hot, running water, letting it hit my body and soak my hair. “I have never gone that long without seeing you.” He adds, wincing at the temperature. “I don’t know how you can be so relaxed with this temperature.” Calum pulls out of the water’s reach, standing aside. “There is barely ever enough hot water at home, or at the hospital. I try to enjoy it whenever I find it.” I reply and reach to adjust the water, so he can shower too. But he moves my hand away from the water adjuster before I could turn it colder. “You should enjoy this, then. I am going to be fine. I am a big boy, I can handle some heat.” He states, coming closer to me. “Will Ashton get too upset if we don’t go for breakfast?” I ask Calum, who chuckles sarcastically. “He is going to blame me for hogging you all weekend. If I didn’t know him better, I would think he is enamored by you.” He explains. “Charming 2 band members was not an easy task…” I mock him and he punches my arm softly. “He has a girlfriend.” “And I have a boyfriend. Who leaves no room for any other man in my life.” I add. He seems to like my response, resting his head on my shoulder as I reach for the complementary washes in the shower.

“Your pajamas are mighty cute.” Calum comments, chuckling at the sight of me in my satin pajamas, with cute little cacti on them. I run my hands over the shorts, smiling at Calum who is only wearing a pair of boxers. “Aren’t you going to be cold?” I ask, slipping under the duvet. “Are you kidding me? It is like an oven in here. Compared to the cold in the bunks, this is like a tropical vacation. I wonder if I am going to keep my boxers on throughout the night.” He says suggestively as I nestle on his chest. He plants a kiss on top of my head, while I trace a pattern on his chest. “They better stay on. I would have loved to spend the weekend in a bunk bed with you.” I comment and he chuckles. “It is like a freezer. I need 2 blankets to even be comfy. Plus, it is crammed.” “More reasons to be skin to skin all the time.” “That doesn’t sound bad. Maybe next time you visit.” He yawns, stroking the small of my back.

“Took you long enough… Did you get lost?” Ashton asks us as we take a seat on the table of the bruncherie Ashton has invited us for breakfast. “We had to buy a coat. (Y/N) brought only light clothes.” Calum replies, resting his hand on my lower back. “Oh, what did you buy?” He asks. “I was between a burgundy trench and a black leather jacket. I figured I can pair the black leather with pretty much any of my clothes.” I take the jacket out of the shopping back, showing it to the man who is taking a sip of his coffee. “It looks really elegant. I bet it suits you.” “I offered to buy her the burgundy trench too, but she insisted that she doesn’t need 2 coats.” Calum adds and I roll my eyes. “I don’t need two coats for 3 days, and I doubt I am going to wear them back in Cali.” I reply, putting the jacket back in the bag. “Were you waiting for a long time?” I ask Ashton, picking up the catalogue to pick my order. “Not really. I kinda knew pretty boy over there wouldn’t let you get out of his arms early on.” Ashton says. He has already ordered his coffee but he waited for us to pick the menu of food options. “Oh, come on. (Y/N), baby… Didn’t I wake you up on time?” He asks. I look at him, pursing my lips as I stare at him knowingly. “Oh, come on…” He protests, rolling his eyes. “Did you have a safe trip?” Ashton asks me, changing the subject of the conversation. “It was nice. It would have been a bit nicer if I could rest a bit, but it was very noisy in that plane.” I reply. “You must have been tired when you touched down. Calum told us you were operating before your flight.” Ashton says and I hum. “I was waiting for the post-ops to leave. I had a full shift, and then the surgery, it was torture not being able to sleep before seeing Calum.” I reply, making Calum chuckle cockily. “But it all went away the moment you saw my pretty face, right?” Calum asks in a playful way. “Calum, you have to stop asking questions you know are going to hurt you…” Ashton teases, earning a chuckle. “What type of surgery did you have?” “Focal resection.” “Which is…” “It is the last option for treating epilepsy. The epicenter of the epileptic episodes is pinpoint and part of the lobe is removed. It is pretty rare to perform something like that.” I explain; I didn’t realize that all this time I have been using my palm as a visual aid for the procedure. “Was it part of your fellowship?” Ashton asks, intrigued by my explanation. “No. Doing such an operation on children is forbidden. The brain still develops and it is too risky. It was on a middle-aged man.” “And you left post-op to see Calum?” He asks, gasping. “Don’t worry. He is under the best care possible. My chief is on his case. Honestly, even if I wasn’t leaving to see Calum, she would still be taking over my case. I had to fight to keep this case from her when I first got it.” I explain, making Ashton chuckle. “It is so surreal seeing you two next to each other. I wouldn’t believe in a million years that Calum would be together with someone so sophisticated, so smart… It is unbelievable.” Ashton comments. “Thanks, pal… Right back at ya…” Calum says sarcastically. “Come on, you have to admit that you couldn’t have done better than (Y/N)…” Ashton replies, right as the waiter walks to our table. “What can I get you today?” He asks us, making everyone shift our attention to him.

“Isn’t it tiring, traveling from city to city, performing every night?” I ask Ashton as Calum leaves for the bathroom. “Honestly, no. The crowd recharges you. They hardest is missing home.” “Yeah, Calum tells me all the time how hard it is. Especially for the 4 of you, having two homes I mean.” “It is really hard. We get to be in LA more often than in Aussie, so part of us always misses something.” “It must be wrecking.” “At least Christmas is going to be here soon and we can go back home.” “Aren't you spending Christmas in LA?” I ask. “Didn’t Calum tell you?” He asks me, knitting his eyebrows together. “Tell me what?” I ask back. “Oh… I… Fuck, I am sorry.” He looks at me as if he screwed up. “What are you sorry for?” “I thought Calum told you we are going to Australia after the end of the tour for Christmas. After the shows in Europe, we are going back home to spend Christmas with our families.” He explains, making my stomach tighten. “Wait, the last European show is in the middle of November…” “Yeah, we thought that it would be nice to spend as much time as we can with our families…” He sounds awkward as he lets it out. “Yeah, yeah… Of course, that sounds reasonable. It is going to be great, seeing your families after all this time.” “I shouldn’t have opened my stupid mouth. Calum wanted to tell you, and I ruined it…” “Ashton, Ash… It is ok. I am happy for you. All of you but mostly for Calum. He was so homesick before leaving for tour.” “What are you doing for Christmas, love?” Ashton asks. “I can’t do much, I have to cover shifts at the hospital. So, I will probably do something with my roommate…” “Calum said she is a bit difficult to be around.” Ashton almost hisses as I nod. “She is. But I don’t have many options. So…” I reply.

Calum walks to our table, taking his seat by my side again. “And I was worried about you being in awkward silence while I was gone.” Calum chuckles. Ashton huffs, bringing his fingers to press his temples. “We were talking about the trip back home for Christmas.” Ashton states, making Calum close his eyes and draw in a breath. “I wanted to tell you myself…” Calum begins. “You are both so dramatic over nothing. I am fine, I am happy for you. Can we please go back to eating?” I ask, making both men nod.

“Are you two going to join us for dinner? We will be in the dining hall by 7:30…” Ashton asks as we reach the floor of our rooms. Calum turns to look at me, trying to read my expression. “Can we let you know later?” Calum asks his friend who smiles empathetically and nods.

We walk back into our room, Calum staying silent as I walk to my luggage to pick up my laptop. Taking my seat back on the bed, with my legs crossed on top of each other, I turn to Calum who is still standing up by the door, looking at me. “Are you going to be silent for long?” I ask him, patting the spot next to me for him to sit on. “I don’t know what to say. I wanted to be the one to tell you.” “Calum, don’t worry about that. I am sure you are going to have a great time back home.” “You whole mood changed since Ashton told you. It clearly bothers you.” “It doesn’t bother me. Well, the fact that you are going back home to your family doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is that the last time I am going to see you is going to be a week from now in Los Angeles, on your last show for North America. That means the next time I am going to see you is going to be in 3 months. This far we have been apart for 2 months. Add 3 to that, it equals 5.” “I know. And it is hard for me too. I don’t know what to tell you (Y/N)… You are right to be frustrated over this.” I stay silent, leaving my laptop on the side and fidgeting with my fingers. “Listen… I told you on our first date that all my girlfriends gradually drifted from me because of the distance and the constant touring. If you feel that this is too much for you, I understand…” He sounds hurt, but his voice is steady and understanding. “I need a shower.” I reply, standing up. Calum sighs and nods his head, pressing his fingers on his temples. I can sense his headache growing, mine is too. I lean in and press a kiss on his forehead, letting my lips linger for a moment before walking into the bathroom.

Hopping in the shower was exactly what I needed. I think I have hit a record of the most showers taken within 24 hours, but cleaning my body is a way of clearing my head. Calum is where I left him, only this time he is laying on his back, staring at the ceiling with his hands resting on his stomach. Wordlessly, I lay by his side, reaching for his hand. He turns his head and looks at me, smiling softly. “I am not going to walk away. I am not like one of your exes, and you are nothing like any man I have ever dated. So, if you want me gone, you will have to be the one to shoo me away.” I joke, making Calum chuckle. “Yeah, you are not getting rid of me that easily.” He brings my hand to his lips, planting a kiss on the back of it. “It is a good thing I don’t want to get rid of you then.” I rest my head on his shoulder, letting my wet hair soak his shirt. I have to really try my hardest and not let out the words ‘I love you’. It is too early, and it is too scary to admit something so intimate, so I just swallow my tongue and let my breathing sync with his. “We can make this work, right?” I ask him; my insecurity has been eating me alive since I got the news of Calum being away for the next 3 months, so I just had to ask, I had to beg for assurance. “Of course we can. I don’t doubt it for a second.” He replies, pecking the top of my head.

Sooner than I- and I am pretty sure Calum too,- wanted, Calum is taking me to the airport, for my flight back to LA. Airports are usually calm during Monday mornings, and today is not different. I check in at the front desk, leaving Calum waiting for me to be done so we can spend a few more moments together, say our goodbyes. I hate saying goodbye, especially to Calum. It was easy greeting off his friends last night during dinner, but with Calum it is a different kind of goodbye, a different type of difficulty. I check in my luggage before walking to Calum, who puts his hand in my back pocket the moment I am by his side. “All set?” “Yeah. Now I only have to check-in at the gate and board. And then I am back to LA.” I state and he hums. “And I will see you in 4 days, at my LA show.” “I will be there, front row, cheering for you.” I say cheerfully, trying to lift him up a bit. “If you are a good girl, I can get you a backstage pass. To meet the band and all.” He chuckles, making me gasp. “I would love that. I have a thing for the bassist, you know.” “Oh, you do? Heard he can be a bit of an ass…” “It is all rumors… He is a big softie, especially for me.” I reply. He leans in to peck my lips, quickly, as if he is afraid we are going to be caught. “You will call me when you make it back to LA, right?” “Of course. It is going to be the first thing I do.” “Are you going straight to the hospital after landing?” He asks me and I hum. “Yep. I will pick up some coffee and breakfast on the way to the hospital and take my luggage with me.” “Are you sure you will be fine? Aren’t you going to be tired?” He asks me and I shake my head at him. “I slept well last night.” I wink at him. “I think this is where I leave you.” Calum sighs once we reach the sign that says ‘travelers only’. We move to the side to make sure we are not blocking anyone and I stand before him. He cradles my face in his palms, studying me one last time. He runs his thumbs over my cheeks softly, letting his thumb rest on the corner of my mouth. I just stare at him, observing his sleepy face and focused gaze on me. “I don’t want to say goodbye.” He sighs, shoulders dropping at the realization that the moment has come. “Then don’t. You will see me in 4 days, there is no need to say goodbye.” I reply. “What should I say, then?” He asks me. “Wish me a safe trip.” I whisper. He smiles and nods, leaning in for one last kiss. This time, it is a lasting one, there is no looking around for curious gazes, just his lips on mine and his hands cradling my face softly. It is warm and calming, and I love every second of it. “Have a safe trip, Dr. Angel Face. I will see you in a few days.” “I will see you in a few days, Calum.” I hug him tightly, taking a big inhale of his scent, hoping it will last me until the next time.

It was almost a violent separation, I was crying on the inside as I walked away from him. But it soothed as I got back to my routine and my duties at the hospital, so the week flew by and Friday is here. Which means that I will get to see Calum again, before the big goodbye. The fact that I won’t be seeing him for the next 12 weeks hasn’t really registered yet, so I am at my highest spirit; if I were in a Disney movie, butterflies and birds would be flying around me and I would be breaking in songs every 2 minutes. “You are leaving?” Meredith asks me as I pick my purse from the locker. “Yes. I have quite the drive to the venue. And I have to be there before the crowd gathers, to get backstage.” I explain and she hums. “Still hiding?” She asks and I nod. “I don’t need to be judged by everyone online right now. The more we are able to hide, the better.” I explain. “Is he staying for long this time?” “No, they are leaving tomorrow. The next show is in 11 days, but they have a promo to do, so they have to leave early. It is stupid if you are asking me, but who can go against management teams?” I ask sarcastically. “Well, I hope you enjoy your night. I know how much you both need it.” “Grey, (Y/L/N), there was an explosion in a warehouse. We have patients being transferred here. Should I count you in?” Bailey peeks inside the lounge; she sounds out of breath, probably from rushing to check the doctors in service and from nervousness about the situation. I feel earth shutter below my feet but I know this is not even a dilemma. “I will change and head to the ER entrance as soon as I can.” I reply. “Of course. I am going to call home.” Meredith says to Bailey, who nods and runs off. “Fuck.” I curse, opening the locker and throwing my purse inside. I fish my phone out, scrolling through my contacts to find Calum’s.

“Hey, babe. I can’t talk for too long now. Are you on your way?” He asks me. “Cal, there has been an explosion…” “In the hospital? Are you ok?” He asks, panicking. “No, no. In a warehouse. They are bringing people over. I have to stay at the hospital, they need me here.” “Oh… You are not coming to the show?” He asks; the information must not have registered yet. “No, I am sorry. I don’t think I will be done here until morning. I am sorry, Cal. I really wanted to come.” “I understand, (Y/N). I guess I will see you after I get back…” He sighs in disappointment. “I am sorry.” “It is not your fault. Call me when you get off, ok?” “Yeah, yeah… Of course. Have a great show… And a safe trip.” “Go save some lives, baby.” He chuckles to mask he is hurt. He hangs up the phone, making me sigh as I rest with my back against the lockers. Fuck… Fuck, I really wanted to see him tonight.

Masterlist / Fetish / Heat / Heat Extended / Dr. Angel Face / Dr. Angel Face Alternative / Dr. Angel Face Prequel 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9

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mostpopularloser · 5 years

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Calum Hood is just a gorgeous man who deserves the world

#calum hood #c.t.h #5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum thomas hood

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bartxnhood · 8 months

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why won’t you love me? a.f.i & c.t.h

calum hood x fem!reader, ashton irwin x fem! reader.

summary: after finding out calum had left you, ashton came to your rescue but he had his own secret

warnings: oh god there’s so much angst, strong language, angst, and did i mention angst? oh and no happy ending.

a/n: hi guys !! it’s been a while song i had an original work but this is all for my 5sos ppl <3. i hope you enjoy !! feedback is appreciated !!

disclaimer: this in no way shape or form represents calum hood as a person. this is strictly fiction and written for entertainment purposes. thank you.

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you stared out the passenger window feeling like you had just lost everything in your body. the only thing you felt was numbness. no pain, no sadness, nothing. you had cried out all your tears, you were left numb

ashton looks over at you from the driver's seat, his heart aches knowing how hurt you are, and how he made you like this. it broke him. ashton was your best friend and he tried to do everything in his power to be there for you and protect you.

but he just couldn’t protect you from this. from him.

“stop blamin yourself.” you manage to get out, looking over your shoulder at him. he looks confused, you had been silent the whole car ride and he was sure how you know his thoughts without him verbally telling you.

“what?” he questioned.

“you’re blaming yourself for this” you stated, followed by a drawn-out sigh and looking back towards the window. “you always do it when something happens. you couldn’t have known he’d do this.” you hear him sigh, but it was a long drawn one. “i should’ve thought. i was there, i was on tour. i could’ve stopped him. i just..” you hear the frustration in his voice and it makes you feel so small.

“ash..” you trail off but he interjects, “no, y/n!” he punches the steering wheel, “i had all the opportunity to stop him if i had just known he..that he’d do that to you i wouldn’t have let him do it.” his voice breaks, a lump getting caught in his throat.

“stop it, ashton.” you sit up in the passenger seat, now facing him. “i..” you breathe, feeling that lump in your own throat now. “it isn’t your fault, you couldn’t have known.” you drop your head into your hands. tears want to fall but you had cried out everything in your body. “he’s… he's always been this way. i should’ve known better than to trust him being gone for most of the year.”

you watched as his knuckles turned white, gripping the steering wheel. ashton shook his head, “no..it just isn’t fair to you.” he was beyond mad, he was furious. he’s pissed that his best friend, or who he thought was, would do something like that to someone as precious as you were. “i know, ash. but there’s nothing we can do now. it’s done.”

calum loved you. at least, he thought he did. he bought you a ring, thinking it was the right call. he loves your laugh in the middle of the night when he made a stupid joke, he loves how much you admired his work and supported him.

he loved how you looked when you went out to a party. how you’d dress up for him. but deep down he wasn’t in love with you. deep down he knew his heart belonged to someone else.

his distance began to become noticeable after a couple of months. it seemed he had already checked himself out of the relationship a while ago. you were left self-conscious wondering why he didn’t love you anymore, or why he abandoned you, mentally.

you knew something was going on with him, but you never thought it would be something that would ruin your relationship or what the two of you had planned.

you weren’t expecting the call from your best friend, brandy, to call you one morning saying she was sorry you had to find out like this.

you looked at the link she sent you which had detailed photos of your fiancé and another woman, spotted many times.

in that moment, everything fell into place. his absence, how he suddenly didn’t treat you like his partner anymore. it was because he was seeing someone behind your back, actively.

“cal?” you speak up, walking outside to the patio where he sat smoking a cigarette.

“hm?” he hums, looking up from his phone eyebrows slightly raised.

“what’s this?” you question as you shove your phone into his face.

he takes a moment to examine the pictures and you see the look of realization and relief wash over his face. “well?” you interrogated.

“who told you?”

you blink, laughing dryly. “brandy just called me”

“oh.” he answers, then falling silent and goes back to his phone.

“‘oh’? is that really all you have to say?” you ask, turning your phone off and stuffing it into your pocket.

“what do you want me to say?” he asks, not bothering to look at you.

“that’s it i’m leaving.” you say, walking back inside from the patio

he’s silent, staring at his cigarette. “where are you going?”

“anywhere but here. i’ll call ashton.”

he scoffs, taking a long drag of the cigarette and blowing the smoke from his lips. “it’s always ashton” he says under his breath.

you soon around and stare blankly at him, “what?” unable to even come up with the right words.

calum looks at you with cold eyes, “it’s always ashton. you’re always by his side or he’s always by yours.” he dunks the cigarette in the ashtray putting it out. “pretty sure you were screwing him behind my back”

you dryly laugh, “i gave you my life calum hood, and you ruined it. i trusted you with everything in me because that’s what a good fiancée does. she trusts her partner to not cheat on her while he’s on tour!”

he laughs dryly running his hand over his head. “just tell me, cal” you’re mindlessly throwing stuff into your suitcase. “tell me why is it so hard for you to love me back? why won’t you love me? i’ve given you everything.”

“i never asked you to give me everything.” he’s looking away from you, sighing heavily. “it’s not that i don’t love you. i can’t love you”

you stare at him blankly, mascara staining your cheeks. you felt like your heart had been ripped out, looking at the man you thought you had loved. the man you wanted to give everything to. “what?” you blink, and he finally looks up at you. “i can’t love you, because i love her. she’s the one i want to be with. it’s always been her, y/n….” he pauses,“i tried loving you. but you just aren’t her.”

you cover your mouth, in shock. unable to comprehend his words which struck you like a knife. “i can’t believe you..” you muttered through your tears as your turned around and began your way upstairs to the bedroom.

you can feel him following you a few steps behind, his eyes linger on your figure as you mindlessly threw clothes into your duffle bag. just enough to do you for a couple nights until you can get the rest of your stuff. “they warned me about you..and i should’ve listened” you say, not bothering to look at him.

“who?” he asks coldly. you turn around, meeting his dark eyes staring into your soul. “everyone. luke…ashton…your sister…mike..everyone.” you say, closing the duffel bag. “just don’t even worry about it now. we’re done.”

you grab the bag and begin walking past him. but, you pause looking down at your hand where the ring lays. you turn around and throw it at him. “i never want to see you again.”

he watched as you proceeded down the stairs where you exited the house. finding ashton waiting in the driveway.

ashton watched as you sat on the sofa, brows furrowed while staring at your empty ring finger. “it’s late” he says, coming up behind you. you just shrug, “can’t sleep” you hear him sigh and he walks around the sofa to take a seat next to you. you see him peer around, brushing your hair from your face. “talk to me..” he whispers.

you finally look up at him showing the makeup staining your face. “i don’t know what to say..” you croak.

he nods, “i have the guest bedroom ready for you, the bathroom is set with towels and-“ he starts but you cut him off, the pain in your chest is too great. the excruciating pain you felt every time your heart pumped made you want to throw something, you felt like your whole world was crumbling.

“i can’t be alone” you shake your head looking at him, “i..i can’t. i’m gonna go crazy..” he nods, hushing your cries. “shh, it’s okay..shh..” he pulls you in and holds you close to him. “just breathe.”

he holds you for as long as you need, his heart aches at each broken sob you let out. he holds you as tight as he can he can’t stand to see you like this.

ashton loves you. it is so easy for him to love you that it frightens him. he’s never been good at anything. but hes never wanted anything so much as he wants to hold you every waking minute. he’s at home when you’re around, he feels himself falling more and more in love with you.

ashton knows it’s wrong, he knows he shouldn’t feel this way when you’re in so much pain. he knows it’s selfish to think of himself as a savior. but he knows he isn’t.

you’re suffering and all he can think about is how much he loves you.

“cmon, we need to get you ready for bed..” he says into your hair, quietly. you nod and let him help you off the chair into the master bathroom. he sits you on the toilet as he gets you some extra clothes and towels. you sit there emotionless and when ashton returns he looks down at you, reaching for a rag, baby wipe, or something to take your makeup off with.

he succeeds, finding some makeup removers and then bends down to your level. “can i?” he asks and you nod. he nods back, opens the package takes out a wipe, and begins cleaning off your day-old makeup. you say nothing and he says nothing. just carefully removing the makeup with his gentle touch. he thought that even though you are exhausted, in pain, and very miserable you still look so beautiful.

“i’ll run the water now, i’ll leave you to get cleaned up,” he says as he stands up throwing away the used makeup remover towelette. you nod, watching as he turns the water on and connects the shower head. “if you need anything, i’ll be right outside.” he smiles, closing the door behind him.

you didn’t know how long you were sitting there, you don’t even remember undressing and stepping into the shower.

you were probably in there for close to an hour, just standing there but ashton waited for you. he occupied himself with his phone but it didn’t do much considering he was so worried for you.

when he heard the door unlock and open, his eyes shot up from the phone screen and landed on you.

you had looked so defeated, your hair was still damp and dripping on some of the clothes he had given you.

“feel better?”

you shrug, walking over and plopping down next to him on the bed. “i don’t know..” you answer just above a whisper. he nods, sighing as he stands up from the bed. “well, i’ll let you be. i’ll be across the hall-“

you cut him off, “no” you look up at him. “please, just stay. like old times.” he looks hesitant but ashton walks back over to the bed and crawls back on the bed. “of course” he says softly.

“i’d never leave you”

you continued to stay with ashton for the next few months, even though you were searching for an apartment he still insisted on having you stay. one, because he loved your company and he had just gotten so used to you being around.

he watched you heal, he helped you heal and honestly, you just weren’t ready to be alone just yet. so, he let you stay for as long as you wanted.

life had slowly begun to improve, ashton kept you afloat and made sure you were safe. he didn’t let you go one day without making sure you were doing something to occupy your mind, so you don’t slip into your mind.

often times you were sat next to ashton in the studio as you occasionally help him write songs the guys had started. you didn’t have the talents like the other four, but ashton would ask your opinion and even using some of your ideas.

you sat bored on your phone, eventually dropping it to your lap as you stare at ashton’s back as he was humming melodies to himself. you stare at all of the papers sprawled out on the table and floor, your brows furrowed reading some scribbles that were supposed to be lyrics. your eyes land on a piece of paper with the lyrics, We're together, all alone tonight So helpless from the other side So why won't you love me?

you feel tightness in your chest, your eyes gloss over with tears. all the memories of you and calum flood back and you. you drop the paper and ashton hears your sniffles and he looks up.

he’s met with your swollen and puffy eyes, “y/n?” you look up at him, and break down. broken sobs filled the studio as he rushes to your side “what is it?” he asks wrapping his arms around you, letting you cry into his chest. “why won’t he love me?” you say, followed by a loud sob stuck in your throat. “why couldn’t he love me?”

you continue to ramble incoherent sobs and ashton tries his best to soothe you. but, he knows he can’t fix everything.

you deserve so much better, even if ashton isn’t what you need. he will always love you. as he’s rubbing your back, hearing your broken sobs he feels heartbroken and helpless.

“i love you..” he says quietly into your hair.

“i love you too, ash” you say, sniffling.

ashton falls silent for a moment before sighing. “no, y/n. listen to me” he pulls you away from his chest, his hands on either side of your face as his thumbs while away your tears. “i love you” he’s looking into your eyes now, and you don’t know how to take what he’s telling you.

“i’m not asking you to love me more than just your friend, but you need to know that i do love you. you’ve been the only constant in my life, y/n. you deserve the best, even if it isn’t me. i’m not asking you to do anything you don’t want to, but you need to know.”

ashton knew it was wrong of him to drop the ball on your so suddenly, after calling it off with calum just a few months ago. ashton was sure you probably would hate him after this but he needed to get it off his chest or else he might explode.

“ash..” you sigh, your eyes close and had only hoped that this was some kind of joke, because if he had told you before getting serious with calum, you feel even more crushed hearing the confession spill from your best friends lips.

“im sorry. i really am, and i know you don’t want another relationship but i will always wait for you..” ashton follows, still looking into your eyes.

you fall silent for a moment, admiring his hazel eyes while your heart continues to ache with each beat.

“y/n?” you don’t answer, you just sigh as you shake your head. “just.. just hold me ashton. please.”

ashton pulls you in, letting your head rest against his shoulder and his finger draws circles on your back. you close your eyes, your mind is racing and you just want to turn it off.

“im sorry, y/n..” ashton’s says quietly.

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ughkat · 7 months

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crush | c.t.h

part two

part one here

{ probably gonna turn this into a series so be patient for a part 3! }

cal x fem!reader

fluff?, kissing, drinking

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"You should text Cal."...

I sat still in my bed, looking at my screen in confusion at Ashton's text. My brain unbelievably pieced together his distant attitude being tied to an attraction towards me. I furrowed my eyebrows and bit the inside of my cheek with doubt. There was no way he had a crush on me. I would know, right?

I hesitantly exited my messages with Ashton, scrolling to mine with Calum. Looking at my screen aimlessly, my thumbs shifted over the empty text box, thinking of something to say. I didn't want to scare him off, so I started simple.

"Hey"

I typed slowly, pressing send with shaky hands. I knew my nervousness wasn't stemmed from talking Calum himself, but more of finding out the full truth from him personally. Three dots appeared quickly, making my leg bounce with anxiety.

"Hi"

He responded flatly. I sighed at his dry tone. I knew his stubbornness would aide for an inconclusive conversation, so I decided to jump right in.

"What did Ashton mean before he ended the stream?" I sent the text hesitant, trying my best to sound nonchalant.

"Idk what you're talking about lol.".

His pathetic attempt at minor gaslighting me failed, I continued to push.

"Yes you do. Correct me if I'm wrong but he said you're mad at me because you love me?"

"Of course I love you. We all love you, you're my best friend."

I tossed my head back in frustration, rethinking my own suspicions. I realized I wasn't going to get what I wanted from him through a text, so I tried something else.

"Can we hangout tomorrow, just us? I feel like we need it."

I typed genuinely, knowing if he was telling the truth, he'd oblige. As the two of us hanging out alone used to be a common occurrence.

"You have work tomorrow."

He tried to think of a get away.

"I get off at 6. I'll see you after?"

I typed, giving him almost no choice but to see me. I watched patiently has I was left on read for a few minutes before Calum replied.

"I'm bringing drinks."

I smirked at his usual sass and need for a substance to calm his obvious.

" :) see you tomorrow."

I replied before switching my phone off and setting it beside me. I couldn't help but let butterflies slowly fill my stomach at the thought of myself making Calum flustered. For years, though I always found him attractive and had an underlying physical draw to him, I never imagined him more than anything than a friend. But I started to wonder if that was because I wanted it that way, or because I thought it had to be that way.

I began to doubt my own feelings towards Calum as I stared blankly at my wall in front of me. I bit my cheek as I reminisced on past memories and emotions throughout the years with Calum. I realized I never gave the thought of Calum as more than a friend a chance only for the wellness of our friendship as a group.

I stopped my thoughts in their tracks, snapping out of my trance and reminding myself that Calum hadn't confirmed nor denied his attraction to me yet, and I still could have simply misheard Ashton over my phone speaker. I settled deeply into my bed, letting my eyes flutter shut as I reassured myself of the pros and cons of tomorrows plans.

The sounds of footsteps and the occasional phone ringing filled the silence around me as I sat in boredom at my job. I had 15 minutes left of my shift, and all I could think about was the boy I would be meeting with when I got home. I tapped a pen mindlessly on the desk in front of me, my hours going by quickly while I let my mind wander about Calum.

On the dot, 6:00 rolled around and I began packing my belongings into my bag to head out to my car. I reached for my phone on my way out of the doors to reveal a message from Calum.

"Let me know when you're home.".

I caught myself smiling at his straight words, tucking my phone back into my pocket. I hurried quickly to my car, tossing my bag into the passenger seat before pulling out into the road.

I scolded myself mentally during my drive for beginning to fantasize about the possibilities with Calum and I. A smile escaped my lips at the idea of hearing Ashton's words correctly, and Calum really liking me.

Arriving home, I quickly raced to my bedroom, changing out of my work clothes and into black pajama shorts and oversized t-shirt. Leaving my makeup how it was, I pulled my hair out of its ponytail, running my hands through the tangles as I made my way to my bed, opening my phone.

"I'm home"

I sent a simple text to Calum before laying out on my back across my bed, letting out a tired breath. I rolled my ankles lazily, taking in the comfort of my bed before a single ding rang from my phone.

"Omw."

I bounced my leg anxiously awaiting Calum's arrival. Suddenly, it was like I was meeting him for the first time. I began to do things I wouldn't before think twice about. I checked my appearance multiple times in the mirror, made my bed, and tidied up my room. All things that I never cared about the boys, including Calum, minding before.

A few quiet knock fell at my front door, making me jolt from my frantic fidgeting. I calmly made my way to the front door, opening it to reveal Calum carrying a single plastic grocery bag.

"I have drinks and snacks." He lifted the bag slightly, speaking with a half smile. I stepped to the side, inviting him in. Already, I could sense his tense energy. I led him to the couch, I felt my heartbeat pick up its pace at the feeling of him so close behind me.

We took our seats beside each other, Calum leaving an awkwardly large space between us.

"Beer?" Calum offered blankly, reaching for the 6 pack of beer. I shook my head, more focused on the subject matter on my mind.

"No, thanks.".

"Wanna watch a movie or something?" He asked, forcing a fake civil smile.

The two of us sat sharing a glance for a moment before I took the wheel impatiently.

"I know you're lying." I spoke, looking down at my hands. Calum turned his head towards me quickly.

"What?"

"You're lying." I repeated, looking at his with a frustrated smile, "I know what heard on that stream, Cal." I leaned deeper into the couch, watching Calum's eyes dart across the room. He let out a sigh, appearing to be trying to gather his words.

"What do you want me to say?" He muttered quietly, making eye contact loosely. I looked down to my hands before back up to him through my eyelashes cautiously, watching his anxious expression.

"Is it true?" I spoke almost at a whisper, picking at my thumbs anxiously. He looked at me slowly, swallowing a lump in his throat before speaking deeply.

"What if it is?" He shrugged gently. I let out a sigh at his small confession, relieved at his words, yet finding myself in another boat of confusion.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" I spoke, moving closer to him, feeling my energy being pulled towards his. He looked away as I got closer, becoming visually nervous. Looking back at me, he replied.

"I wanted to at first" He began, "But I kept ignoring it after some years. I was scared of what you'd say." He mumbled.

"And Ashton knew all this time" I continued, tilting my head. He looked down.

"Yeah, he thought you wouldn't feel the same either.".

We sat quietly in each others silence for a moment, sharing glances and collecting our thoughts. I felt myself warm up inside at the confessions coming from Calum, guiding my next few bold moves.

"Cal." I spoke with a smile, moving in closer. His head perked up quickly at my movements.

"Hm?" He muttered quietly.

"You should've told me sooner." I began softly.

"Why..?" He furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes darting to mine back and forth.

My eyes were stuck in a trance deeply into his sparking brown ones, and my mind took control. Without thinking, I leaned in quickly, pressing my lips to his passionately. He released a small gasp before swiftly closing his eyes, melting into the kiss as well. I pulled back quickly with semi wide eyes, looking at Calum nervously. His mouth was half agape, searching for his words. I watched his shocked expression and loss for words, instantly doubting my actions.

"I-." I started, looking down, "I'm sorry Cal, I do-" I was abruptly cut off by Calum pulling me in for another kiss, holding the side of my face with a gentle hand. I chill ran through me as our lips intertwined perfectly, making me melt under his touch. His mouth on mine was the deciding factor that I wanted every bit of Calum, in every way, all of the time.

He pulled away slowly, looking at me adoringly in the eyes. A smile escaped his lips, followed by us giggling in unison at our impulsive actions.

"Was that so hard?" I teased lightly, filled with joy at the breakthrough Calum had made.

"If I knew this was gonna' happen, I definitely would have told you sooner." He joked with a scoff. I giggled, leaning back into the couch with a sigh.

"Was this your plan the whole time?" He asked smugly, narrowing his eyes. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

"No, actually." I laughed, "I came into this blind. Didn't have a plan." I reached for a beer from the coffee table in front of us, cracking it open swiftly and taking a sip. Calum rolled his head back lazily on the couch before speaking.

"In all realness though, I really do like you," He began, "Like, a lot. And I have for a really long time." I began to confess slowly as he joined me with a drink.

"How long?" I asked genuinely, I turned to look at him as he continued.

"Ever since Ash started bringing you around, really. Truthfully, you're one of the most beautiful girls i've ever met, Y/n." He chuckled with embarrassment, looking down to his drink. I blushed uncontrollably at his words, mimicking his actions and looking down.

"Whatever." I giggled at his hyperbole of my description. How could someone as fit as Calum find me to be the most beautiful girl he's ever met?

"It's true." He urged, "Ever since I laid eyes on you, I wanted you to be mine." He spoke boldly. I turned to him with a serious expression, shocked by his words.

"Really?" I mumbled quietly. He nodded his head with a shy smile

An uncontrollable grin took over me, immediately noticing the change in energy. Calum seemed to be slowly resuming his usual self, only leaving me with one question. What now?

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lovebombs4life · 4 months

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is it over now? - c.t.h.

a/n: hey guysssssss… i haven’t posted in a hot minute cause ive had a million and one things going on all at once, so writing and posting have been at the back of my mind.

cw: SMUT!!! angst and fighting between reader and luke, friends to lovers w/cal, soft dom!cal, fingering, oral (f), protected p in v, praising, fluffy cal (i tho m that’s all but if i missed anything feel free to lmk!)

wc: 4,049 (not proof read)

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“i didn’t know what a break meant, y/n! for all i knew we were broke up!” luke raised his voice as he ran his hands through his hair, walking back and forth in the living room of my apartment. i scoffed at him, clenching my jaw.

“so you thought you could sleep with someone else?!” i snapped back. his eyes turned cold. he took a step closer to me.

“i was drunk! she didn’t mean a damn thing to me!” he moved his hands as he spoke. i laughed in disbelief. my hands gripped at the roots of my hair.

“god, you are unbelievable!” i turned away from him, my hands going to my cheeks. they were warm, and i guarantee bright red as i yelled.

“we were on a break! what did that mean to you?!” he yelled, sitting down at the table.

“it meant we needed time apart! not that you could go sleep with other women!” i cried in anger. i stood in the middle of the living room, looking at him with defeat.

“luke i think you should go.” i spoke, my voice quieter now. his eyes softened, beginning to water as he heard my words.

he stood from the table, walking towards me. “please, y/n, let’s fix this.” he grabbed my waist. i stood still, my eyes watering. he slid down, hugging my hips.

“there’s no fixing this, luke. it’s over.” i let tears slide down my cheeks. i felt my shirt damped as he sniffled, crying too.

“it’s not, it’s not over, y/n, please.” he choked, trying to hold onto me tighter. i shook my head, wiping my tears away.

“it’s over, luke. it was over when you slept with another woman.” i took a deep breath, trying to keep myself from breaking down. he pulled his head away from me, his grip loosening. i backed away from him, avoiding eye contact.

i grabbed for my keys in my pocket, taking the key to his apartment off my keychain. i held it out to him. he sat on his knees, his face becoming red and puffy from crying. his hand reached out for the key shakily.

he fished for his keys, taking off the key to my apartment, leaving it on the coffee table next to him. i closed my eyes and turned around, going to my room. i heard the front door shut with a thud.

that’s when it all came out. i fell to the floor, my heart feeling as if it were in my throat. i let out choked sobs, gasping for air. my nose stuffed up and became runny. my mascara ran down my face, staining my cheeks.

i weakly crawled up into my bed, screaming into my pillow. my heart was burning, and my body was shaking. i turned my head to the side so i could breathe. i patted around for my phone, texting calum once i found it.

y/n: he cheated on me. we just broke up. i feel like im dying.

not even thirty seconds later, calum was calling me. i slid the button to answer, putting him on speaker. i sniffled as he spoke to me. “y/n.. are you okay?”

i sat up slightly. “no. i’m dying. my heart is in my throat.” i spoke, my voice breaking.

i heard him sigh through the phone. “what a dick head. you deserve better, y/n.” i wiped my eyes on the sleeve of my shirt before wiping my nose.

“funny he thought i was talking to someone else when i never did. he got such tunnel vision on it and wouldn’t believe me. i guess taking a break means that he can go sleep with other women. he didn’t even fucking tell me who it was. i think it’s better if i don’t know.” i spoke, calming down.

“i don’t wanna know either.” calum said.

i press the button on my phone to change it to a face time call. calum’s face soon popped up on my screen. he frowned when he saw the mascara stained on my cheeks. “go clean yourself up, get comfortable. i’ll stay on the phone with you for as long as you need.” he said. i nodded, bringing my phone into the bathroom with me.

i grabbed out my makeup wipes, scrubbing the makeup from my cheeks and eyes. i threw the wipe away, grabbing my brush afterwards, fixing my hair into a ponytail. i then decided to brush my teeth before finding pajamas to change into. cal did as he said he would, and stayed on the phone with me.

i grabbed out a sweater and threw it on, then grabbed a pair of shorts. i cuddled up into my bed, turning on my tv.

“there ya go, all comfy now. you’re already looking much better.” calum complimented. i smiled softly.

“you’re the best cal. thank you.” i looked at him. he was laying in bed too, watching me as i got comfortable.

before i knew it, i ended up falling asleep. when i woke in the morning, calum with still on the phone with me. it was close to ten in the morning. he was already awake, his phone was set up to show him sitting at his desk, playing his bass and writing. he had gone on mute so he wouldn’t wake me up.

i smiled at the small gesture, thinking it was sweet.

“didn’t think you’d stay on call through the whole night.” i giggled, grabbing my phone, showing my face. calum turned to face the camera, grabbing his phone to unmute himself.

“said i’d stay on the phone for as long as you needed. figured if you needed anything in the night then you’ve already got me on the phone.” he smiled. i jutted out my bottom lip as he spoke.

“that’s so sweet cal. you’re seriously the best.” he chuckled, nodding his head before looking down and smiling. my heart warmed at the sight.

i tried to push the feeling back. my mind just wants a rebound, right? i couldn’t do that, especially not to calum.

“how bout we hangout later? you can come hang here and we can watch a movie and you can play with duke?” he asked, hopefulness in his voice. i smiled, nodding.

“that would be nice. thank you again cal. i’m gonna go now. i’ll shower and get dress and then be on my way over.” i said. i waved goodbye as i hung up, getting up to shower.

i grabbed a different hoodie and a pair of leggings, heading into my bathroom. i took a few deep breaths as i stood under the warm water, letting last night wash away. he doesn't deserve my time. no matter how much it hurts.

i washed my hair, scrubbing at my scalp. i slathered the conditioner onto the ends of my hair, then grabbed my scrub, washing off my skin.

once done, i washed out my conditioner, and turned the water off. as i dried off my body, my mind went back to calum. the fact he stayed on call with me all night made my heart swell.

i finally got dressed, and grabbed my keys. i threw on my sandals and made my way downstairs to the parking lot.

as soon as i got to calum’s, i saw duke standing near the window by the door. i smiled and opened the door, immediately getting on my knees to pet duke.

“hi little puppy, you such a sweet boy? yes you are!” i baby talked, pulling the dog into my arms.

“good to see you too?” calum said, standing infront of me. i looked up at him from my spot on the floor, still holding duke. i smiled up at him.

“hey, i need puppy love right now, and you said i could play with duke while we’re hanging out.” i stated, sticking my tongue out at him.

calum tensed up slightly as i looked up at him through my lashes.

“i could give you puppy love.” he mumbled under his breath. i didn’t quite hear what he had said. i tilted my head while looking up at him still.

“what did you say?” i furrowed my brow. he shook his head and waved it off.

“nothing. let’s go get comfy and choose a movie, yeah?” asked, turning around and walking to the living room. i hummed in agreement, setting duke down on the floor. i followed behind calum, throwing myself down onto his large couch.

“any preference on what we watch?” he asked. i shook my head, grabbing a blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. he sat down next to me, pulling some of the blanket onto his lap.

his arm snuck around my waist, pulling me into his side. my cheeks flushed the slightest, and i tried to rub my hands on my face to hide it. i rested my head on his shoulder, his head laying atop mine. i yawned as he chose a movie, not really paying any mind to it. i slumped over, resting my head in his lap. duke jumped up on the couch, curling up next to my legs. i smiled, letting my eyes rest.

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i rubbed my eyes as i woke up, stretching after laying down. i sat up, looking around the room. calum had brought me up to his room, letting me sleep. duke had followed along and was curled up next to me on the bed. calum sat at his desk writing. “how long have i been sleeping?” i asked. calum spun around in his chair, smiling softly.

“bout two hours. you started crying when you were sleeping. you were thinking about luke, huh?”

i shrugged my shoulders. “hard not to. you would too if you were dating for a year and then he cheated on you.”

calum nodded, frowning slightly. i shook it off, not wanting to keep thinking about it. “i think im gonna head out, i’ll talk to you when im home?” i said as more of a question. he nodded, standing up to hug me.

“call me if you need me, ‘kay?” he said, kissing the top of my head softly. i nodded into his chest before pulling away.

once home, i instantly went to my bed, flopping down face first. i checked my phone, seeing multiple messages and missed calls from luke throughout the day. i deleted his contact, and blocked it. i needed to cut him off otherwise i’d run back. i couldn’t do that to myself.

i smiled slightly as calum’s contact popped up.

cal: make it home okay?

y/n: yeah, sorry i didn’t text you, i totally forgot

cal: no worries :) sleep well y/n

y/n: how’d you know i was gonna sleep?

cal: im a genius that’s why

i giggled at his response. i plugged in my phone, setting it aside as i allowed my mind to wander before i fell asleep.

his lips danced over mine, his dark curls tangled between my fingers. my breathing picked up as his lips trailed down my neck, sucking dark spots upon my throat. i gasped at the feeling, his hands gripping my waist. “tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

i sat up quickly, gasping for air as if i’d just ran a marathon. i couldn’t be dreaming of him like that. we’re just friends. luke and i just broke up. i can’t use calum as a rebound. what if he’s not a rebound? you know you like him. my mind was screaming.

i checked the time on my phone. it was only ten pm. i slid my screen up, unlocking my phone. i clicked calum and i’s messages, sending him a text.

y/n: can you come over? and with a bottle of wine? or two?

cal: give me 10 minutes and i’ll be there. you alright?

y/n: yeah, need to get drunk. need to forget him

just as he promised, calum was here within ten minutes, holding two bottles of wine. i quickly snatched one of the bottles from him, popping it open and taking a swig of it. his eyes widened as he walked through the door, watching me drink from the bottle.

“a bottle for each of us then?” he laughed lightly. i nodded, walking to my living room. he followed behind me, sitting on the floor with me. i continued to drink from the bottle, calum doing the same with the other.

“he’s such a dick.” i muttered. calum chuckled, watching me slam down more wine.

“he doesn’t deserve you. i’m sure he’s sitting at home right now crying over you.” calum said. i looked at him, my face flushed from the alcohol.

“i hope so. i hope he feels miserable.” i smiled slightly. calum laughed again, drinking more.

within twenty minutes, we were both done with our bottles, and we were progressively getting drunker. i leaned my head back against the couch, watching calum as he played with the silver rings on his fingers. “you’re pretty.” i giggled, crawling over to him. he smiled as i ran my hand through his hair.

“you’re prettier.” he said, raising his hand to my cheek, caressing my skin. i nuzzled my face into his hand, kissing his palm.

his eyes flickers down my lips before meeting my gaze again. “wanna kiss you. can i kiss you?” i asked, admiring his features. he nodded, leaning in slowly.

my body tingled with excitement as his lips met mine. my mind was on fire from the alcohol, but all i could think of right now was calum. i whimpered into the kiss softly as calum pulled me into his lap. his large hands held onto my hips, moving them along his slightly.

his tongue glided along my bottom lip, asking for entrance. i parted my lips slightly, his tongue slipping into my mouth. he groaned as my hands ran through his hair, his hands still guiding my hips against his.

“want you, y/n.” he breathed out as he pulled away from our kiss. i kissed his cheek, going down to his neck.

“have me then, cal, ‘m yours.” i whispered against his skin. he held onto me as he stood up, brining us to my room.

he laid me back, kissing down my neck. “you sure you want this?” he asked, looking up at me. i nodded quickly.

“want this, want you, cal.” i whined. he chuckled at me, his hands grabbing the hem of my sweater. he looked up at me for consent. i nodded, lifting my arms as he pulled the clothing off. he groaned once he saw i wasn’t wearing a bra.

“so fuckin pretty. he’s missing out on this.” he praised, kissing my stomach, up to my chest. his tongue ran across my body, making me shiver.

“please cal, need you.” i whimpered. he smirked at me, his fingers pulling down my leggings, my panties going with them. he threw his head back as i spread my legs open for him, wanting more.

“should’ve been with me the whole time instead sweetheart, would’ve treated you so much better.” he said, kneeling down in front of me. i nodded, pathetic noises falling from my lips, hoping he would do something soon.

his warm breath against my heat made me shiver. he grasped my thighs, pulling my legs over his shoulders as he licked a stripe up my heat. i gasped, my hands quickly grabbing his hair. he smirked at my reaction, continuing to lick against me.

“taste so good princess, doing so good.” he praised as he slid two of his fingers inside of my pussy. i moaned as he curled them up inside me, continuing to lick at my clit.

i clenched my thighs around his head, my legs shaking. calum pulled his head away from me, replacing his tongue with his thumb, rubbing quick circles on my electric spot. “that feel good sweet girl? wanna hear you, baby, tell me how you feel.”

i groaned, gripping at the bed sheets. “feels so fucking good cal, so good, don’t stop.” i cried, my thighs beginning to shake. he chuckled as i clenched around his fingers.

“cum for my sweetheart, i know you’re close baby.” he commanded, going back down to work me again with his tongue. he slid out his fingers, sucking at my clit, swirling his tongue around. i mewled as he held my hips down, my body shaking.

my eyes rolled back as i came on his tongue, feeling him lick me up. he pulled back, giving me a wide smile. “taste so fucking good sweetheart.” he said, kissing me. i tasted myself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth. i grabbed at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

soon after i pulled off his sweatpants, then his boxers. i bit my lip as i saw his hardened cock spring out from the clothing. i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t thought about him like this before, but that was before luke.

“you have a condom, pretty girl?” he asked, stroking his length. i nodded, pointing to the side table next to us. he grabbed one out, quickly rolling it onto his dick.

calum teased my slit with his tip, slightly pushing in before pulling back again. “fuck me already cal, please.” i begged, my nails digging into his back lightly. he smirked, pushing in slowly. i gasped as he started stretching me out.

“doing so good sweetheart, need me to stop?” he asked, making sure i was okay. i shook my head quickly.

“don’t stop, i can take it.” i cried, my legs wrapping around his hips.

he pushed in further, holding onto my hips. “just a little more sweetheart, doing so good for me. look so pretty on my cock baby.” he praised. i whined as he finally sunk into me fully.

calum stopped his movement, kissing me softly, his lips dancing against mine before trailing down to my neck. “you can move now, cal, im okay.” i breathed out.

he sucked at the skin on my throat, leaving dark bruises as he slowly started to thrust into me. “shit, cal, faster, please baby.” i moaned, my nails running down his back. he groaned as i did so, picking his pace up.

“taking me so well sweetheart, you feel so good around my cock baby, making me feel so good.” he moaned, massaging one of my breasts in his hand.

i squeezed my eyes shut, trying to contain myself. i lifted my hand to my mouth, biting down, gasping hard.

“don’t hold back sweetheart, wanna know who’s making you feel this good baby.” he grabbed my hand away from my mouth, interlocking his fingers with mine.

“look at me baby, wanna see those eyes.” his hand squeezed mine, encouraging me to look at him. i struggled to pry my eyelids open, watching pleasure consume calum’s face.

i watched as his muscles flexed in his arms, his hips snapping against mine as he was buried deep inside me. my breathing became ragged as i felt the familiar fire growing in my stomach, my walls clenching around his cock.

calum’s hips faltered, groans falling from his lips. “you close baby? you’re doing so fucking good, you’re so fucking perfect, y/n.” he moaned, his hand trailing down my throat, caressing the bruises he sucked on my neck.

“won’t last much longer, cal, gonna cum.” i panted, my nails scratching down his back, making him buck his hips into me harder.

i cried at the feeling, digging my nails into his skin as my thighs began to shake. a few more thrusts from calum and i was done for, i was falling apart from his touch. my head swirled as calum slowed his movements down. everything was muffled, and moving slowly, my high washing over me so beautifully.

i’d never felt such a feeling as this, and i prayed it would never end. calum laid down on the bed next to me, pushing the hair out of my face. he kissed my cheek, speaking sweet nothings as i came back down.

i turned my head toward him, a lazy smile on my face. “should’ve been with you all along.” i giggled, my face a deep shade of pink. he chuckled, pulling me closer to him.

i soon fell asleep, and as i did, calum had gotten up and cleaned up my apartment a bit for me. eventually he climbed back into bed with me, pulling me back into his hips, kissing my head.

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i woke up to the sound of knocking on the door. it must have been going on for the last five minutes, and i felt sorry for my neighbors. calum sat up, sliding into his sweatpants, walking out of the room.

i grabbed his shirt from off the floor, throwing it on over a pair of shorts. i walked to the door, calum blocking whoever it was. “who is it cal?” i asked, rubbing my eyes as i leaned into his side.

my stomach dropped as i saw the figure standing in front of me.

“why’s he here?” luke bit his lip nervously, looking at me up and down. he took in the fact that in was wearing calum’s shirt, and that calum was only in his sweatpants.

“why are you here luke?” i retorted, clenching my jaw, trying to keep my breathing steady. he ran his hand through his curls, pacing in front of the door.

“it doesn’t matter. you’ve moved on already with calum.” he huffed, pulling at his hair. i scoffed.

“you moved on from me before we were even over luke. you can’t even fucking talk to me about moving on.” i spat. he nodded, his face going pale.

“‘m sorry. for all of it. i’m sorry. i can’t even remember what i came here to say except for that im sorry.” he repeated, shaking his head, looking at me with sorrow in his eyes. i rolled my eyes, walking away.

“you should go, mate.” calum spoke. soon after, he closed the door, finding me standing in the kitchen. i had grabbed my phone from my room, scrolling through instagram.

as if seeing him at my door wasn’t enough, there had been a post about luke sneaking around with a girl. as i looked at the photos, my heart shattered, and i wanted to throw up. i dropped my phone on the counter, covering my mouth as my eyes teared up.

“there’s no fucking way.” i choked out, my knees becoming weak. calum quickly came up behind me, holding me.

“what happened?” he asked, his voice filled with worry. i fell back into him, sobbing into his chest. i shakily pointed at my phone sitting on the counter. he grabbed it, observing the photos. i felt his grip around me get tighter.

my knees trembled, making me slowly fall down. calum sunk down to the floor with me, holding me in his lap. “my fucking sister. are you fucking kidding me.” he whispered, stroking my head as i buried my face in his neck

“her and i used to be cool. she told me she was always into this other guy.” i cried, squeezing onto calum.

“this is so fucked.” he said, the anger in his voice rising. his hand moved down to my back, slow movements trying to calm me down.

i will admit, as he caressed my skin and i took deep breaths, i was already feeling better. he kissed the top of my head before i looked up at him, my face stained with tears, my eyes surely puffy.

he smiled softly, kissing my forehead. “thank you.” i whispered up at him, sniffling slightly.

“you’re welcome gorgeous.” he kissed my nose, making me giggle.

“they’re not worth it. they don’t deserve our time or hurt, or any emotions of any kind at all. we have each other, that’s what should matter.” he wiped the stray tears from my face with his thumbs. i nodded, nuzzling my face into his palm as he held my cheek.

how could it be possible that i was falling in love with him already?

#calum hood #calum hood smut #calum hood imagine #5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum 5sos #luke hemmings #luke 5sos #ashton irwin #michael clifford

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calumsxrings · 5 years

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just a blog full of (not so) family 👏 friendly 👏 calum 👏 content 👏.

#calum hood #calum 5sos #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum is underappreciated #cth #c.t.h #youngblood #bassist #bass #i stan

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plavi4dmiral · 3 years

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#5sos #calum hood #c.t.h.#michal clifford #c dizzle swizzle #the bassist #of the band 5sos #confused calum

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emmyhem · 3 years

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everything you’re missing (c.t.h)

a/n: hi everybody, i’m back with another post. this is my first calum piece and i’m so excited to finally get it up. this is once again unedited, i’m way too tired rn. it’s also the second smut i’ve posted so that’s pretty exciting as well. yeah i don’t really have much to say right now because i’m literally exhausted, my classes are really kicking my ass. anyway i hope you all enjoy this bff!calum piece. feedback and comments are always appreciated. hope you all are doing well and are being safe. thank you - emmy <33

pairing: bff!calum hood x fem!reader

summary: a drunken text meant for your ex shows up on calum’s phone and leaves him questioning everything he’s missing out on with his best friend.

warning(s): talk of a previous bad relationship, y/n’s ex body shamed her, mentions of alcohol, insecurity, smut, cursing

word count: 4.7k

You’ve decided that 3 glasses of wine is your happy medium, but even a sip into the 4th and there’s no telling what you’ll do.

So, naturally you were finishing up your 5th glass on Friday night while angrily scrolling through your exes instagram when you got what seemed to be an incredible idea. It was simply too tempting not to, your mind was feeling hazy which made your confidence skyrocket, and you truly did just look good.

A day of pampering had left you in a black floor length silk robe with nothing but your favorite deep cherry red lingerie set underneath. Your face was bare and glowing after a refreshing and illuminating face mask, and your lips were left glossy and plump from a new scrub.

You had posed in front of the floor length mirror in your living room, giggling between snaps until you had taken the perfect shot. It was classy but provocative, the dressing gown slipping from your shoulders exposing the lace of your bra and a tasteful amount of cleavage. You had also left the bottom open, allowing a clear shot of your thighs and the curve of your ass from where you sat on your knees.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes you selected the picture into a message, typing a cheeky, “take a good look at everything you’re missing” and sending it off to your ex (or so you thought).

But you really couldn’t be blamed for your mistake, Cam and Cal were far too similar for your drunk brain to decipher the difference. You also couldn’t be blamed for the fact that you dozed off on the couch immediately after sending it, before you even had a chance to recognize your humiliating mistake.

You were awoken by the ringing of your phone at around 9:00 am, way too early for your liking. Before even registering who it was, you brought the phone to your ear and groaned a sleepy, “hello,”

“At your door.” a voice you recognized as your best friend responded.

“M’coming” you said, scooting off the couch. On your way to the door you registered that you were still scantily covered, the robe falling off of you as you walked. You clutched it around you as you swung the door open to a wide eyed, Calum Hood.

“G’morning.” he smirked, looking you up and down.

“Shh” you hushed, pulling him in by the arm. “Why in the world are you here so early?”

He lightly laughed while taking a seat at the kitchen table, eyes following you while you moped over to the fridge and pulled out two water bottles.

“Well,” he sighed as you handed him one. “I got a very interesting text last night and I figured I just had to come over and see, y’know everything I was missing.” he spoke in a teasing tone as he gestured a hand down your body.

You tugged your eyebrows together in confusion. There was something familiar about what he was saying, but not familiar enough for you to put the pieces together.

“What are you talking about?” you questioned bringing the water bottle to your lips.

Calum shrugged his shoulders, a smirk still glued to his face as he took out his phone and began looking for something. After a few seconds he extended his arm to hand you his phone. You accepted it and glanced down absentmindedly as your body slumped against the counter.

The second your eyes hit the screen it all came back to you, your mouth fell open and you straightened out, suddenly very awake, not to mention very mortified.

Calum on the other hand was buzzing. Actually, he had been ever since his phone dinged last night awakening him from his sleep. Well, buzzing and extremely, extremely sexually frustrated.

When he first opened your message and saw the picture that would now be making a regular appearance in his wet dreams, he had nearly choked on his own breath. He knew that it was most likely a drunken mistake, and while that slightly saddened him it didn’t stop his dick from plumping up at the sight, straining uncomfortably against his boxers. He seriously debated wanking to the tempting image but decided against it, thinking it would be a gross violation of your privacy since it wasn’t even meant for him. Oh how he wished it was. Unfortunately that meant he had been sporting an exceptionally sensitive halfie since then.

“Oh my god.” you groaned, sitting the phone down on the counter and covering your eyes in humiliation. “Cal I’m soooo sorry, I was drunk, and overly confident, and I meant to send this to Cam and now I’m just, I’m sorry.” you reiterated.

‘Hey, don’t apologize on my account.” he countered. “Plus, you should be thrilled you sent it to me and not that asshole, doesn’t deserve ya.”

“I know, you’re right. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m mortified though. S’bit ridiculous, get a little alcohol in my system and I have a god complex all of a sudden” you rambled, running your hands through your hair nervously.

Calum stood and pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“You think too much, y’know that?” he quipped.

You turned your head, pressing a cheek against his sweater clad chest and mumbled, “Yea I’ve been known for that.”

Calum softly chuckled at your words before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head and pulling apart.

“S’really no big deal, y/n.” a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Besides I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Calum!” you scolded, swatting a hand at his arm.

He dodged your hit just in time and held his hands up in surrender before taking his seat again.

“Why'd you let that dick bother you anyway? Y’know you’re way out of his league.”

Your jaw clenched at the question, your mind wandering to every time you had come to Calum crying after your ex had done something to hurt you. Everytime he commented on your “stomach pudge” as he liked to call it, when you wore a tight dress to go out. Or when he would ask if you were really “that” hungry, even if you hadn’t eaten much at all. And each time you would feel absolutely wretched and end up sobbing in Calum’s arms, but refusing to tell him why you were so, so sad.

“He texted me the other day y’know?” you muttered under your breath, while fiddling with the coffee machine.

“Really? What’d he say?” Calum responded, watching your back with narrowed eyes.

“Uh, he saw me the other night, when we were at that bar with the guys.” you said, shaky fingers pulling out a mug.

“And?” he spoke flatly.

“It’s stupid really,” you sniffled, willing your voice not to break. “He said I put on a few pounds, that he was glad he got out when he did.” your bottom lip traitorously jutted out as you turned to face him.

“Fucking dick.” he hissed.

Calum wasn’t necessarily proud of the violent images that flashed through his mind at the thought of that asshole finding yet another way to hurt you but, the sad little quiver of your lip allowed him to reason without a doubt that they were fair.

Before you could even blink he was holding you again, arms impossibly tight around you. .

“He’s wrong, y/n. Fuck, I don’t know how to even...he’s just so wrong.” he said softly, his hand rubbing your back reassuringly.

“I know.” you whimpered, holding tears back.

He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, arms still firm around your waist.

“No you don’t. It’s...It really fucking pisses me off that he makes you feel like this. It’s like-fuck you’re just like-” he moved his hands to cup your cheeks. “You really are gorgeous.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and your whole body felt warm as you stared at his big brown eyes. His words felt sincere, everything about him felt so sincere.

“Thank you, Cal.”

He pulled you back into his chest, “Really wish I could just, like hug away all his bullshit.”

“M’used to it.” you mumbled.

“You don’t deserve any of it.”

“Yea, well what can you do.” you sighed, moving out of his embrace.

Calum’s eyes were still glued to you as you stirred a spoonful of sugar in your coffee.

“I hope you don’t let anything he says get to you.”

You let out a breath of exhaustion.

Confidence wasn’t something that you used to struggle with. I mean sure, there were spouts of insecurity here and there but you knew your worth, and you considered yourself pretty, hot even. That had all changed a few months into your latest relationship. First it was the backhanded compliments which quickly turned into passive comments, and then outright cruel insults. People really underestimate the toll their words take on others, especially when the person that’s making you feel so ugly and worthless, is one that you adore and who’s supposed to adore you right back, no matter what.

“I try but, he can’t just be making it all up.” you were ashamed. When did you become the girl that lets a guy affect how she sees herself? That just wasn’t you.

“He is. He’s insecure and a douche. He was probably trying to destroy your confidence to the point that you felt like you couldn’t leave him.” Calum assured. “But you’re way too strong for him, dumped his sorry ass anyway.”

You smiled gratefully at his words, taking a seat next to him.

“Yea, so strong I tried to send him half naked pictures for reassurance.”

Calum shook his head, “I wish you could see how hot you are.”

Your eyes widened at the compliment, your head dropping to avoid his stare as blood rushed to your cheeks.

“I’d be happy to reassure you whenever you want.” he continued, bumping his knee against yours under the table.

“Doesn’t count.” you dismissed, before sipping your coffee. “You're my best friend, you’re obligated to tell me I’m pretty.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.” he muttered back quietly, his expression dropping slightly. He hated when you deflected his compliments. All he ever wanted to do was make you feel good, and you made it very difficult for him when you blocked every swing he took at the wall of insecurity that Cam had built around you. He would kill Cam if he could.

You let out an apologetic sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.

“M’sorry, you’re right. I love you for that, the only thing keeping me sane.”

Your heart squeezed as he hugged you back.

Calum was perfect, he was sweet, and funny, and quite literally your favorite person on earth. Not to mention you had been hopelessly in love with him since practically the beginning of your friendship. But as his best friend you had heard over and over just how uninterested he was in a relationship. Everytime you would ask about his love life he would just respond,

“I’m just not the boyfriend type, m’not cut out for it.” shrugging nonchalantly.

Which you thought was laughable because anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend, in fact sometimes you would let yourself pretend he was yours.

Like,in a busy club with his hands on your hips, guiding you through the crowds. So close behind, you could feel each exhale on the back of your neck, as his eyes darted around the room to ensure there weren’t any potential threats to your safety, in the form of drunk overzealous flirts. Or after a night out when he got cuddly and clingy, and would find his way from the couch into your bed. You’d wake up with his cheek pressed against your chest and his arms snaked around your torso as he released soft breaths that caused goosebumps to rise on your exposed skin. You’d let yourself imagine that you had this every morning and that he would wake up any minute to smother your face in kisses and tell you he loved you. And of course, here he was again this morning being so thoughtful and kind and everything you wanted in a boyfriend. And here you were again swimming in his praises and physically having to restrain yourself from kissing him.

Begrudgingly, you pulled away and stood up.

“Gonna get changed.” you spoke.

“I’m making us breakfast.” Calum called as you walked away. You hummed in response and slipped into your room.

Once in the privacy of your own room you quickly pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie before scurrying to the bathroom sink and splashing cold water on your face in hopes of ridding yourself of any romantic thoughts towards your best friend.

Although you weren’t aware, Calum was doing the very same thing just a few feet away. Internally reminding himself repeatedly that it was never gonna happen with you. He wasn’t good enough to be anyone’s boyfriend, let alone yours. You didn’t want him that way and he could almost trick himself into believing that he was okay with that.

You hastily finished brushing your teeth before returning to the kitchen. You were greeted with the sight of Calum’s back, he stood over the toaster cutting an avocado and humming a song you didn’t recognize quietly to himself. He looked over his shoulder as your footsteps approached.

“Hungry?” he questioned.

“You have no idea.” you affirmed, as he fixed a plate for you both.

“Good. I was thinking we could watch something while we eat,”

“Fine with me.” you responded, hoping he wouldn’t notice the distraction laced in your voice. Your focus had easily been stolen from the conversation to how easy it was to see his back muscles flex through the thin material of his jumper.

But of course he did, it was Calum after all.

“Y’alright?” he said, handing you a plate.

“Uh, yep.” you rushed out.

“Not still thinking about Cam, are you?”

“No, not at all.” you answered honestly, walking to the couch, Calum trailing closely behind you.

“Then what’s got you all flustered?”

“You” you thought, taking a seat in the furthest corner.

“I’m not flustered.”

“Bullshit” he countered, sitting practically on top of you.

You let out a huff, and motioned to the other completely empty side of the couch.

“Is there a reason we aren’t practicing personal space right now?”

He laughed softly at your question and nuzzled closer into your side.

“Yea, you’re all pouty, looks like you need a cuddle.”

“I’m really fine Cal.” you shoved him lightly but saw no results, he just scooched in even closer and bit into his toast.

The two of you sat in silence while some newly released action movie played on your TV. Calum’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders keeping you tight to his side, and although you could’ve sworn that you had been in this exact same position hundreds of times, you felt as if this were the very first time. Every single one of your nerves were on fire and the warmth that had flooded your body was making you antsy.

Feeling overwhelmed by your senses, you allowed your eyes to flutter close with a deep inhale.

“You okay?” Calum whispered, dipping his head down slightly to reach your ear.

You opened your mouth to respond but didn’t trust your voice to protrude through your shaky exhales, settling for a subdued nod instead.

“You sure?” his words were long and drawled out, despite your eyes being closed you knew his proximity from the feeling of his breath just behind your ear.

Before you could speak up his hand secured itself just above your knee, and your muscles flexed involuntarily at the contact.

“Relax, y/n” he continued, his thumb beginning to run repeatedly over a spot on your inner knee.

Everything in your brain was screaming at you to excuse yourself, maybe even kick him out, anything to gain some space and hopefully some clarity from the cloud of sexual tension that was looming over the two of you and blurring boundaries at lightning speed. But you were essentially frozen in place, petrified that any movement would alert Calum to the way he was affecting you.

Your head lolled back to rest on his forearm which was lying behind you on the couch and finally peeled your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling.

He watched you from the corner of his eye, taking note of every rise and fall of your chest, every thick swallow of your throat.

If there was one thing Calum was well versed in, it was his ability to read you, he liked to think he knew you better than anyone else in the world. He could tell exactly how you were feeling just by watching you, your face, your breathing and he was more than shocked when he started getting the feeling you were no longer upset but something far more appealing.

Were you turned on? Right here in his presence? The thought made blood rush to his dick, which twitched in his pants when another breathy sigh passed your lips.

“What’re you thinking about, love?”

Everything in you urged you to answer honestly, just tell him the truth. “You, I’m thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you.” But you couldn’t do that, so instead you deflected.

“What’re you thinking about?” you countered, meeting his eyes.

Calum questioned his next words very carefully, debating whether or not he could recover if he was wrong about what you were feeling and you shut him down. It was pointless though, he knew he would never recover from your rejection. He also knew that spontaneous combustion wouldn’t look very good on his tombstone and that’s exactly what would happen if he spent one more minute not kissing you.

Fuck it.

“That pretty little set you had on last night.” he confessed.

That you weren’t expecting.

A quiet whine rang from your throat and you were far too affected to feel embarrassed.

And that did it, Calum was now impossibly hard in his pants, no doubt leaking precum onto his boxer briefs. He needed to get his hands on you, now.

His hand started to slowly travel up your thigh, goosebumps rising on every centimeter they passed.

“So gorgeous in red, aren’t ya y/n?”

“Cal,” you hissed when his thumb brushed the sensitivity of your inner thigh.

“Mm.” he hummed. “It’d be pretty hard fo’me to stop right now, but I will if that’s what you want. Is that what you want, love?”

He was sure he’d cry if he had to let go of you now, but he needed to hear you say it.

“No, don’t wanna stop.” you whined, turning your body flush to his.

“Whaddya want then, baby? Hm?” You could feel his every word on the flushed skin of your neck as he leaned into the crook.

“Want you.”

He could’ve came then and there.

“Then I’m all yours.” he admitted before crashing his lips on yours.

Your heart was in your stomach as his tongue entered your mouth, explorative and eager. He was too busy memorizing your taste to notice your fingers tugging at his sweater. You attempted to push it up desperate to feel his skin under your hands. You were able to pull the fabric up about halfway before they were blocked by his arms that were holding you close against him.

Calum laughed when you pulled apart from the kiss, giving him a disappointed look.

“Want it off?” he teased.

You couldn’t bother to be embarrassed when you nodded eagerly in response. He didn’t waste any time peeling the fabric off of his skin, and you were quick to lightly run a finger across the ink feather just below his collarbone.

Now it was his turn to tug on your clothes, “Level the playing field?”

You nodded, lifting your arms and allowing him to lift the sweatshirt over your head leaving your chest completely bare. Calum groaned at the sight of your tits, his hands quickly finding your waist and tugging you down to lay on your back in one swift motion.

Once you were laid out in front of him he took the opportunity to explore the new skin. His hands left a lingering warmth as they dragged across your stomach and despite the kind words and endearing demeanor that he always upheld with you, you found yourself shying under his gaze, wanting to curl away from him. As your hands began to wrap around your stomach in an attempt to cover yourself up he quickly pushed them away, locking them in place on either side of you.

“Wanna see everything baby, all of you.” he cooed in your ear before nipping at the lobe.

His kisses began to travel down your neck, sucking a few marks to your collar bones and the surrounding areas. When his fingers grazed over a fresh bruise in the dip just between your neck and shoulders you hissed lightly.

“You look so pretty marked up for me. All mine, aren’t you baby? Not Cam’s, mine. Say it.”

“Yours, Cal.” you admitted, feeling your body sink further into the couch. You had never felt drunk off of someone’s words before and the experience was leaving you sputtering, completely compliant to your best friend.

He hummed contently at your confession, his large hands gripping at your hips, before slowly peeling your leggings off.

“Y’feel so good in my hands, like you were made for me.” his thumbs poking at the soft skin, just beneath your panties.

The feeling of his hands so close to where you needed them, but not quite there was driving you crazy.

“Cal, please.” you begged.

He groaned before tugging at the cotton covering you. “Cam’s a fucking idiot, y’know that? He had the prettiest girl in the world and treated her like shit. I’d never do that, wanna worship you baby.”

It was ridiculous how overwhelmed his words were leaving you, all desperate and squirming. As his fingers met the soaked expanse of your cunt you couldn’t hold back the throaty moan it elicited.

A pornographic sigh followed close behind, one that made Calum want to pinch himself to ensure he wasn’t in the midst of a haunting dream.

“Soaked f’me darling.” he mused, running his fingers up and down your folds to completely coat you in your arousal. You whimpered at the feeling, bucking your hips up desperate for friction.

Tutting while shaking his head, he used one hand on your lower stomach to press you back down to the couch.

“Stay still for me won’t you, love?” he cooed, continuing to run his fingers over your core lightly.

When you bobbed your head up and down in agreement he lifted your leg to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your calf.

“Hm, good girl.” he praised, softly laying your leg back down.

Calum hovered above you, dipping his head down every so often to peck at your chest, his fingers still unrelenting. The knot in your lower stomach tightened every second that passed and you felt like you could scream at any second, yearning to be full.

Calum felt like he could burst any minute himself but was determined to make this experience the best of your life. He wanted to give you something to remember, a reason to want more.

Your soft moans and frustrated grunts alerted him to your neediness and he was just about ready to give in for the both of you.

“What do you need from me, baby?” he said against your shoulder before peppering kisses across your collar bones.

You could only respond with an airy moan when his fingers found your clit.

“Hm? My fingers?” You shook your head aggressively. He knew exactly what you wanted, the tease.

“No? Want my mouth?” he teased further, leaving an opened mouth kiss in between your tits.

“Cal,” you sighed. “Fuck me, please.”

He groaned at your words, nipping lightly at the skin before ridding himself of his pants.

“You’re a fucking dream, y’know that?” he praised, desperately searching for a condom in his pants. When he finally located one he held it up to you as if it were a prized possession, smiling proudly at his own preparedness.

He hastily freed himself from the constraints of his boxers and rolled the condom on, never once taking his eyes off of the blissful expression on your face.

“Ready?” he questioned, his tip lightly pressing at your entrance. You nodded and sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the stretch, your eyes falling closed in the process.

When a few seconds went by and nothing happened you opened your eyes to find Calum staring down at you in awe.

“Cal,” you whined. “what’re you doing?”

Your words seemed to break him from his trance, he shook his head and muttered an apology to you.

“Sorry, fuck you’re pretty. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

“Then stop waiti-” your words were cut off by a sharp hiss that couldn’t have been prevented as his length finally pressed into you.

“Fuck.” Calum groaned his head falling back. You felt too good around him, seriously he was fucked, completely ruined for you.

You felt the exact same as your silky moans filled the room. You had never been filled this good and you questioned how you had gone so long without this.

“M-move” you sighed, clenching around him.

You could hear his breath catch at the feeling and he grunted out a strained, “Need a minute.”

He held himself in place for a few more seconds until his breaths began to even out once again before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in.

You yelped, pulling your lip between your teeth in hopes to drown the sound.

He continued slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, taking notice of each time your eyes would roll back when he brushed against your g-spot. He could write a book about how good you looked all fucked for him.

As his thrusts grew closer together you could feel your release creeping up on you.

“Cal, need’ta cum.” you stuttered out.

His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer to him as his head poked at that spot again.

“Go on baby, let go.” he encouraged, willing himself to hold out a little longer as your walls fluttered around him.

Once you had came it only took him about three more thrusts before he was painting the condom with his release, groaning your name as his hand searched for yours to intertwine them as he came down from his own high.

His body flopped next to yours on the couch, both of you struggling to fit next to each other in such a small space, not that either of you minded the close quarters.

Your fingers remained laced together as you caught your breath, Calum peppering kisses to your shoulder and mumbling praises into your skin.

“You’re an angel. God, I just- I love you.” he said, causing your head to snap in his direction.

He looked like a deer in headlights when you asked for him to repeat himself.

“I love you?” he obliged.

“Is it a question?”

“No, I’m just not used to saying it.” he admitted, vulnerability clear in his eyes.

You wanted to kiss away the worried crease in his forehead but instead pressed your lips to his, pulling apart a fraction of an inch to speak after a few seconds.

“I love you too.” you ensured.

Calum eyes widened, not expecting you to say it back, at least not so soon. He had so much he wanted to say to you but figured all of it could be summed up by another kiss to your soft lips. So he closed the distance once again, using a bit more force this time in hopes it would convey the strength of his feelings for you.

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