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eddiesblklvr · 2 years

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MY GIRLS. | CALUM HOOD

PAIRING: calum hood x blackwoman!oc

WARNINGS: mentions of pregnancy, fluff, shitty/toxic ex boyfriend, mentions of cheating, profanity

SUMMARY: cleo catches calum talking to her daughter about his feelings for her

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

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cleo has been calum’s best friend since the beginning of the band’s career. cleo and her family had already lived in london when the band moved there, and it just so happened to be in the same neighborhood. it was very cliche, cleo’s mom made the boys food and dragged cleo along to greet them.

cleo didn’t think she’d become friends with them, she especially didn’t think calum would end up as her best friend.

it was ashton’s idea to invite cleo over to their house one day. they tried their best to make her feel comfortable, noticing that she was kind of tense and apathetic while in their presence.

truthfully, she didn’t want to be bothered by anyone that day, having found out some news that brought her mood so far down, but she tried to push through it in front of them.

after a while calum noticed that she’d disappeared without anyone noticing. he searched the house, not having any luck finding her until he finally found her sitting on the back porch sobbing with her phone up to her ear.

calum didn’t ask any questions as to why she was crying or who she was talking to (he later found out that her dad died and she was listening to a few voice mails that he left her), he just sat down beside her and held her until she was calmed, letting out frequent sniffles against his chest. from that day forward, calum promised her that he’d always be someone that she could talk to about anything. he’d be her comfort person if that’s what she needed.

they stayed in touch with her while on tour, even invited her to a few shows when she had a break from school. they were always so humbled, never letting the rise of fame get to their heads.

cleo loved watching calum do what he loves, from writing the music, singing the songs, make the music, she loved watching him love what he was doing. calum would always call her and let her listen to what they were working on, having that much trust in her that she wouldn’t leak anything (she never did).

calum had always told her that he’d do anything for her, and he stuck by that when at 21, she once again came to him crying because her shitty boyfriend knocked her up and left after giving the illusion that he cared and wanted to be there. calum immediately took her in and let her stay at his shared home with ashton.

cleo had moved out to LA for college when the band did but stayed at her own apartment with a roommate. she ended up meeting her boyfriend in college. he was a nice guy at first; very loving, always gave her compliments, made sure she was safe, but after their third year of college started, he began to show his true colors.

cleo’s boyfriend never liked anyone she was around, since she came out to him about her sexuality in their second year, he slowly became controlling. he would try to force her to stay inside, accuse her of cheating if she hugged, looked, or laughed at another person’s jokes, he even tried to break her friendship with the boys (mostly calum).

he hated seeing her smiling around anyone, but when it came to calum, there was a different kind of angry. he’d try to pick fights with calum, publicly grope cleo in front of calum to make him jealous, even shoved his tongue down her throat in front of calum to make him jealous.

the behavior never stopped and it slowly turned toxic. her being accused of cheating, screaming back and forth in each other’s faces, her threatening to leave, his constant apologies, and the make up sex, it was all so exhausting.

calum hated seeing her so upset, seeing or hearing her cry when she calls or facetimes him, or shows up at his house. it was too often that you’d cry over how terrible you were being treated, but he knew it wouldn’t be easy to just up and leave, especially with how much time and effort she put into trying to make her relationship work.

it was an ongoing cycle between the couple, until one day she realized her period was a little too late. she’s wake up and immediately run to the bathroom where she’s empty out her stomach into the toilet, foods that she could normally tolerate made her nauseous, and she’s craving certain foods that she didn’t like that much.

panicky, she jumped in her car and drove to the nearest walmart, getting four pregnancy tests before paying for them and driving back home.

high strung with tears silently flowing down her face, she sat down on the lid of the toilet waiting for the timer on her phone to go off to let her know when she could flip them over.

it felt like years until the results were ready. she turned the timer off and reached out only to freeze up and break down, the heels of her hands digging into her eyes. once she finally just a bit of her composure, she flips them over one by one, the first saying NOT PREGNANT and the last three having the same results, the small digital screen reading PREGNANT. she let out a loud, heavy huff before calling her boyfriend over to talk.

he doesn’t answer the first call, but when cleo calls a second time he answers a little too harshly, “what? i’m doing something.”

“come over, i need to talk to you.”

he lets out a low grunt, “you can’t say whatever it is on the phone?”

she’s narrowing her eyes and stays quiet as she tries to listen closely to hear what he was doing, not really wanting her suspicions to be right. after a few seconds of silence, she answers, “no,” her tone jarring and final, letting him know that there was no room for negotiating. he sighs, covering up the pleasure with fake annoyance to not give himself away. before he could answer, she cuts him off, “i expect you here in at least 20 minutes.” and with that, she hangs up.

it takes him less time than expected to show up, but 15 minutes later he’s knocking at her door. when she lets him in, he smells of sweat and whatever cologne he sprayed himself without before coming, which doesn’t help at all with the thoughts running through her head.

cleo pushes the door closed, a little harder than he had expected her to, before walking to sit on the couch across from the chair he was sitting in.

“what did you need to talk about?” he asks as he watches her fiddle with the hoodie she was wearing. she doesn’t answer immediately, rubbing her hands over her face frustratedly.

“i’m pregnant.” his face crumbles in distaste, staring at her for a little longer than her liking. “if you want to leave, you can. i’ll do this by myself if i have to.” cleo shrugs a shoulder as her face remains emotionless.

“cleo, are you sure you’re pregnant?” he replies after letting out a sigh. “are you just trying to trap me or what is this?”

“no, i’m not fuckin’ trapping you. i just said that you can leave if you want to!” cleo tells him, letting her frustration get the best of her ass her voice begins to rise.

“are you sure it’s not calum’s? with the way you dick ride him so much, i’d be surprised,” he jokes with a chuckle, although they both knew it definitely was not a joke.

“you know what, you can fuck right off! are you bloody mental? why would you ever say that?”

“it was a joke, calm down.” he’s holding his hands out to signify peace, although that’s something she never gets when she’s with him. “it was just a joke. obviously i’m not leaving, you’re having my baby.”

“okay,” cleo rolls her eyes at him before he was making up some shitty excuse as to why he had to leave.

a week later, she finds out that he was the one cheating and blocks him on everything, knowing he wouldn’t care at all because he hasn’t tried communicating since the day they found out she was pregnant. cleo was with calum when she found out she was getting cheated on. she didn’t cry, she didn’t whine, she didn’t care, she was more worried about the baby the was growing that she was getting ready to go see.

she stayed the rest of her last year of college in her shared apartment with her roommate before she eventually moved in with calum and ashton.

her daughter, neveen, was now 4 years old and absolutely loved calum. cleo would always find her playing or watching tv in the living room as she waited for calum to get home. neveen had always thought of calum as her dad because he was the only father figure she had (besides her uncles, but that’s different).

he’d always do father-like things with her; he was there, holding cleo’s hand when neveen was born, he stayed up late to get her to fall asleep when she decided to be stubborn, he helped with night feeds, he woke up in the middle of the night to change her diaper or feed her or soothe her back to sleep, he was there when she was teething, he helped her learn to roll over, crawl, walk, and talk, he fed her her first bite of baby and solid food, he helped potty train her (they’re still working on that), calum was always there and cleo loved him for that.

she was so thankful for him, he didn’t have to step up and be a dad to someone else’s kid but he’s doing it and he’s loving every second of it. watching him take care of her baby as if she was his own sparked something inside of her. every time he walked into the room, she had butterflies in her stomach and a heat-like sensation run through her body. she was happy around him, he was everything she ever wanted in a partner. he cares about not only her but her child too, he treats not only her right but her child too, he protects not only her but her child too. calum just treats the both of them with the upmost love and respect, it’s hard not to fall for him.

neveen was waiting for him get back home so that they could watch the 10 year anniversary livestream. as always, she was waiting on the couch closest to the door watching Super Why when she heard the door nob jingle. her attention immediately turns to the door as she perks up in her seat. she scrambles off of the couch as quickly as a 4 year old could and runs to the door just as it opens. she remembers not to stand right in front of it, only a few feet away as she jumps with excitement, her beautiful brown curls matching her movements. calum already knows she’s right there, smiling once he catches sight of her.

calum let’s out a dramatic gasp once the door is completely open, opening his arms for the tiny, giggling 4 year old to run into them. neveen wraps her arms around his neck as calum picks her up off of the ground, pressing kisses after kisses onto her cheek. he turns around and notices cleo leaning against the wall with her phone out.

“are you filming this?” calum asks with the same bright grin on his face. “send it to me.”

as they’re watching the livestream, neveen’s very vocal on what she thought of it all. she laughed at the commercials and how funny luke looked with his “fluffy hair” and dress, how silly she thought calum looked in the 5sauce skit. she loved the Roast Interviewer, and the live performances, especially 2011.

at the end of the livestream, cleo picks up the three empty bags of chips and goes into the kitchen to throw them away.

“bubba, why wearing a skirt?” she asks. she was still learning how to form full sentences but they knew what she meant.

“i like wearing skirts. do i look good?” she didn’t mean to, but cleo found herself eavesdropping on their little conversation while making neveen’s lunch.

“mhm. my mommy has skirts.”

“i know, she looks very pretty in them, too.”

“bubba, you kiss mommy too?” neveen asks out of no where, probably remembering something from a few days ago. cleo suddenly stops what she’s doing, this time with the intentions of listening to their conversation.

“no, i don’t kiss mommy. where’d you get that from?”

“on the tv mommies and daddies kiss, but not bubba and mommy,” neveen points out, not really knowing how to get her thought out since she can’t really talk that well yet.

“yeah,” calum pauses, looking down at the little girl that takes up a big piece of his heart, “bubba would like to kiss mommy, but mommy might not like that.” cleo’s heart begins to beat so hard that she can hear it, she’s fighting to keep the grin off of her face.

“why not?”

“because she might not like bubba the way that i like her,” calum tells her, not explaining anymore because he is talking to a 4 year old.

“why not?”

“i don’t know, mama,” calum chuckles at her multiple questions, “i’ll ask her if you can color better than me.”

“okay!” neveen beams, excitement seeping through her at the thought of coloring with calum. she was about to run upstairs just as cleo got done making her lunch and called her into the kitchen to eat. calum walks behind her as she runs into the kitchen, only to be stopped and pushed out by cleo. before he could register what was happening, cleo’s soft, glossy lips were on his. subconsciously, he places his hands on her waist and kisses her back just as eagerly, knowing that she heard the whole conversation.

after a few seconds, the two of them pull back for air, her hands still resting on the his prickly cheeks while his are gripping her waist.

a smile creeps onto their lips as they stand with their forehead’s pressed together. after a long period of silence, cleo asks, “what are you doing tomorrow?”

it takes him a few seconds to get his thoughts together, “um, nothing.”

“good,” she replies as she pulls her head away and drags her hands down his neck and resting them on his chest, “we’re gonna have a little family picnic tomorrow after picking neveen up from school.”

calum chuckles, pulling her closer by her waist, “already planning dates, huh? a family date?”

“of course. have to make sure my daughter fancy’s you,” cleo teases, shrugging her shoulder as calum’s mouth drops.

“i think she likes me just fine!”

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” cleo rolls her eyes as she grabs a hold of calum’s hand and drags him into the kitchen to sit with their little love.

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eddiesblklvr · 2 years

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a little dizzy

pairing: soulmate!calum hood x blackwoman!oc

warning: fluff, rude fans, mentions of colorists, fainting, not proofread

summary: in a world where being in the presence of your soulmate for a period of time makes you pass out, the two of them find each other through ashton OR ashton’s her best friend, calum’s her soulmate

wc: 4.7k

a/n: this is probably terrible and i don’t really like this but yk it’s fine

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aaliyah and ashton had been best friends since they were kids. it was a very ideal friendship, like the ones you would see in movies. they were always together, never wanting to be separated from the bubble the two of them built together.

they were always mistaken as a couple, but they didn’t mind it really. to them, it was normal.

but of course it all changed when ashton was asked to be in a band with a creepy facebook message. they spent less time together, and even less time talking to each other when his band went on tour with one direction.

she never had any time to visit him, with her job, school, and her family, she was always busy.

she had planned on surprising ashton, along with the other boys whom she talked to a few times, by flying out to see him. the bands third album, ‘youngblood’, was just released and she wanted to celebrate with her best friend for him and his band’s success.

as she began packing her bags and suitcases, she heard her phone ring on her bed. she dropped the clothes in her hand onto the bed before crawling over to grab her phone.

she looked at the caller ID and saw that it was, of course, her best friend facetiming her. she answered the phone as she sat back down on the floor, setting her phone up against her bed.

“you looked pissed,” ashton commented after a second of silence.

“that’s just my face.”

“i know,” ashton replied, watching as she folded her clothes and sat them off to the side. “what’re you doing?”

aaliyah shrugged him off, trying to hide the smile growing on her face, “just putting my clothes away.”

“are you really? you don’t just do that unless you’re bored.”

“yeah.”

“you’re not going to tell me are you?” ashton asked her.

“nope, but you’ll find out very soon,” aaliyah finally let herself smile as she continued to fold and pack her clothes.

“alright, well, have you met anyone new?” she knew what he was talking about, which kind of made her upset, too.

aaliyah let out a loud sigh, “no, ash, i haven’t.”

“well, that’s okay, you’ll meet them soon,” ashton told her, his usual smile sitting on his lips as he looked at her through his phone screen.

“whatever, just hope they’re not like racist or, you know, believes in stereotypes or something,” aaliyah rolled her eyes as she shook her head. she absolutely hated people like that, especially people who automatically thought she was “ghetto” and “loud” because of her skin color.

“i don’t think they’d be yours if they were anything like that,” ashton proclaims, giving her a knowing look.

“okay, that makes sense.” aaliyah told him that she’d talk to him later before hanging up the phone and throwing it onto her bed.

she packs a few bathing suits as well as different types of shoes to wear just in case they went somewhere fancy or something.

after her shower, she dries her body off with a towel and wraps her hair up with a smaller towel. she makes sure to sit her shampoo, conditioner, and body wash out to pack after she does her skin and hair care routine. she brushes her teeth, sitting it aside as well so she could pack it with the rest of her things.

she makes two trips from the bathroom to her bedroom putting the products in whatever bag they would fit in.

afterwards, she drops the towel wrapped around her body on the floor and goes into her underwear drawer, pulling out a pair of panties and a sports bra, slipping them both on. she moisturizes her body with cocoa butter before unwrapping the towel around her head.

aaliyah turns on the tv before going over to the corner of her room where her vanity is, searching through the drawers to get her hair dryer.

after her hair is dry, aaliyah puts it in a bun before putting her bonnet on to protect her hair while she sleeps and to make sure no oils get on her pillow. she then makes sure her vanity is cleaned off before she had to leave, putting her makeup on her bed to pack.

she puts the rest her things into the bag before pulling the covers on her bed back and moving under them. she makes sure her ceiling fan is on and her phone is on the charger before turning over and falling asleep.

fourteen hours on a plane and aaliyah is exhausted. she doesn’t know what time or day it was and her back and neck are in pain. she’s ready to go to sleep.

after getting her bags, she looks around in the sitting area for the person that’s supposed to be taking her to the band’s studio. she continues to look around until she sees the dirty blonde haired man sitting in a chair with his focus on his phone.

aaliyah shakes her head in amusement as she walks over to him. she sits down beside him and waits for him to notice her.

after two minutes of waiting, she was getting a little impatient. “michael,” she called out, turning her head to look at him.

“oh, hey! when did you land?” michael asks, finally putting his phone down.

“like 10 minutes ago. i’ve been sitting here for a few now.” aaliyah stands up, signaling that she’s ready to go. michael gets the hint, taking her suitcase to hold for her as the two of them walks the exit of the building.

in the car, the two of them got to know each other a little better than what they knew from what ashton had told them.

“how long have you known each other?” michael asks her, glancing between her and the road a few times.

“since we were 8. my family and i just moved from georgia to a house next door to his,” aaliyah explains, checking her phone to see what time it was: 7:27 pm.

michael nods, seeing how low and droopy her eyes were getting, so he decided not to reply and let her sleep until they got to the studio.

aaliyah woke up to the feeling of someone shaking her body and calling her name. her eyes fluttered open, being met with michael’s looking back down at her.

“come on before ash’s comes out here,” he says in a gentle tone, giving her a few seconds to wake up a little more.

once she was out of the car, michael led her inside the building as quietly as possible. aaliyah’s heart began to race at finally getting to see her best friend again after a few years. before entering the room, she could hear him laughing with the people he was with, which sounded like a large group of people.

when she could finally see him, his back was facing her. aaliyah sneakily walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her hands on his chest. she smiles when he looks down at her hand, most likely to see if he could recognize them. aaliyah has three tattoos on her hand on each of her hands, “outlast the ignorance” being her favorite for more reasons than one.

aaliyah knew he’d finally realized who she was when she hears the audible gasp fall from his lips, “oh shit!” he exclaims before taking her hands off of him so that he could turn around, pulling her into a tight hug.

tears were falling down her cheeks as she squeezed him back just as tight, laughter erupting from both of them. she missed him so much.

ashton suddenly pulls back, a frown replacing his happy smile once he sees her tear stained cheeks.

“aw, no tears,” he coos, wiping the tears off of her cheeks. “why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“it was a surprise, duh.” aaliyah rolls her eyes before using the back of her hands wipe the remaining tears away.

as she opened her eyes, she began feeling a little dizzy, blinking a few times to shake the feeling away. the dizziness began to worsen once she hears a door open and close in the distance, not really paying attention as she tries focusing on her vision which was getting blurrier by the second.

she hears her name being called a few times before her legs began giving out and her grip around ashton’s arms weaken.

“aaliyah?” ashton watches as her eyes roll back and close, her head rolls back and she’s falling. ashton quickly wraps his arm around the middle of her back, panicking. in the distance, he hears a loud thud, causing a few people to run into the hallway. he hears calum’s name being called and it clicks.

when being in the presence of your soulmate, you faint.

when aaliyah wakes up, she’s in a bright, unknown room, but it feels so familiar and comfortable. like she was supposed to be there.

when she had fully woken up, she realizes that she was lying on top of someone, her ear pressed against their chest listening to their heartbeat.

she didn’t really want to get up. she didn’t know who she was laying on, but they felt like home to her.

the person underneath her sucked in a large, deep breath as they wrapped their large arm around her shoulders and turning over, causing her upper back and head to fall onto the bed while her legs were still hanging on the other side of his body.

she looks at the tattoos on the man’s chest, realizing that she’s seen them before. she’s in shock when she looks up and sees calum looking back at her with the same expression.

the two of them hadn’t said a word to each other, just lied there staring until the door bursts open.

“good morning!” ashton exclaims. “alright, come downstairs and we’ll explain why you two ended up like this— aaliyah, why are you like that?” he asks, noticing that half of her body was across calum’s.

“i was trapped, couldn’t move,” she answers.

“okay,” ashton says after a short pause. “as i was saying, if it’s not obvious enough as to how you ended here, then hurry and get downstairs.” ashton shuts the door, not leaving them any room to talk.

“okay, let me up,” aaliyah says, patting calum’s chest. calum quickly moves his arm off of her, muttering a ‘sorry’ as he helps her move her legs off of him and onto the bed.

aaliyah remembers that she left her bags in michael’s car. groaning as she puts her hands over her face, she hears a drawer open from somewhere in the room.

“um,” calum begins, his voice deep and raspy from sleep, “are these yours?” aaliyah removes her hands from her face and turns towards calum’s voice. she sees him looking into the drawer his hand was still on, causing her to get up and walk towards him.

“i guess so,” she says, pulling out a pair of jeans that she knows are hers. “where’s the bathroom?” she asks. instead of answering, calum places his hand at the small of her back, leading her out of the room and to the bathroom.

she wouldn’t tell him, but she likes the feeling of him touching her. it feels normal, like they’ve been doing this for a while.

calum opens the bathroom door and turns the lights on. the bathroom was huge. the sinks were separate from the bath tub and toilet, having two huge mirrors connected to both sinks.

“this is nice,” aaliyah compliments, looking around the bathroom. “i wonder if my things are in here too.” calum removes his hand from the small of her back, resulting in aaliyah’s pout. it felt as if her body went cooler as soon as his hand wasn’t touching her anymore.

she watches as calum walks over to the closet in the bathroom, seeing products he’s never seen before.

“yep, all of your things are here,” calum confirms.

“okay, i’m gonna take a shower, clean up a bit. i’ll be out in a few.” calum nods, watching as she grabs and towel and a wash cloth, as well as her hygiene products and makes her way towards the other part of the bathroom.

calum watches her walk away, remaining in place as he thought over all that’s happened just that morning. lying in bed with her felt homey, congenial. he liked having her wrapped in his arms but he didn’t think it was that bad; to the point where he wanted to touch her all the time.

calum doubted he would ever have a soulmate. after waiting for so long, he didn’t think there was anyone out there for him.

shaking those thoughts out of his head, he walked over to one of the sinks to brush his teeth and wash his face before having to talk to ashton and the rest of the guys.

“so i’m supposed to stay here?” aaliyah asks in shock. she wasn’t really understanding any of this, everything except the whole feeling of touch.

“uh, yeah, that’s what i said. you haven’t heard the stories?” ashton asks.

“even michael’s heard the stories and he doesn’t pay attention to anything.”

“that is not true, i do pay attention,” michael pauses, “just to things i want to pay attention to.”

“so you’re saying i have to move here?” she asks once again.

“yes, that’s exactly what we’re saying.”

“but,” ashton begins, getting up from the couch and walking towards his best friend, “i know you studied music in school and you’ve helped me write a few songs, so i was wondering if you wanted to work with us.” aaliyah’s eyes nearly pops out of her head once the words came out of his mouth.

“with you?” she asks, looking up at him but pointing at everyone else in the room. “like— do what?”

“you know, help us in the studio with lyrics, melodies, maybe even add some backup vocals.”

“oh, she sings too?” michael asks from where he’s seated on the couch, although no one really paid any attention to it.

“i guess so?” she agrees after a pregnant pause.

“good. you didn’t have a choice anyway,” ashton jokes, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“gonna be difficult getting all my shit here,” she says, realizing that it would be a long process.

“anyways, you two,” ashton starts, pulling away from aaliyah as he looks between her and calum, “should go out. take a walk, go get breakfast, whatever,” he turns aaliyah around, pushing her towards the stairs along with calum, “and have a conversation, you know, get to know each other. go get dressed.”

aaliyah rolls her eyes at ashton as calum laughs a little with a smile on his face. the two of them make their way back upstairs and into the bedroom.

“so, where do you want to go?” calum asks her, looking for something to wear out.

“i don’t know, i’ve never been here before.” once aaliyah finds the clothes she wants to wear, she turns around and gasps when she’s met with a shirtless calum.

he looks her in the eyes as he picks up his green empathy hood, “what? you’ll end up seeing more one day,” he shrugs, pulling the hoodie over his head and pushing his arms through each hole.

“just wasn’t expecting to turn around and see your boobs out, that’s all.” aaliyah laughs as calum pulls his shorts down his long legs, going to replace them with his black skinny jeans. he doesn’t respond, just laughs and shakes her head.

aaliyah quickly slips off her shirt and pajama pants before slipping on her black leggings and a black crop top with the words ‘fuck off’ written in small letters in the corner.

a few moments after she was done, calum emerges from the closet with a pair of black converse on and a black beanie on his head. aaliyah goes to look for a pair of her socks before slipping those on and going to find her black slip on vans in the closet.

after getting dressed, aaliyah goes to the bathroom to fix her hair. she combs out her curls and uses her eco gel to slick back her hair into a low ponytail, using her edge brush to style baby hairs. she takes two small strands of hair on the sides of curls them around her fingers. when she’s finished, she cleans up her products around the sink, putting them back into the closet before leaving the bathroom.

“okay,” she says as she walks back into the bedroom. she grabs her phone from the charger on the nightstand beside the bed and her purse from the closet. she looks inside and grabs her chapstick, putting it on and rubbing her lips together to spread it.

“ready?” calum asks, watching her from the bed. god, he wanted to touch her so bad; told her hand, graze her arm, hug her, something! he just wanted to touch her. it almost felt like his hands were on fire after not touching her for a while, and he thinks she feels the same if the constant hand shakings are something to go by.

“yes,” aaliyah nods, moving closer towards him.

calum stands up from the bed and extends his hand out to her. he sees her eyes light up as she quickly slips her hand into his.

before they walked out of the house, calum stopped, turning to look at the shorter girl holding his hand. “at any point you feel uncomfortable, tell me and we’ll leave. alright?”

aaliyah pauses for a moment as she stared back at him. she could see it in his eyes and the facial expression he’s making that he actually cares for her. lowly, she replies, “okay.”

the weather was nice, sunny with a small breeze causing her ponytail to sometimes blow in her face, perfect for a walk. the two walked hand in hand down the through the city.

“can i ask you a question?” calum asks her, breaking the peaceful silence that surrounded them. aaliyah hums in agreement, waiting for him to ask the question she assumes he’s thinking about for a while.

“are you…” he pauses, “you know, seeing anyone?” aaliyah giggles a little, surprised that that was the first question he’d asked her.

“no, i’ve never been with anyone before,” she answers honestly, watching in amusement as calum’s head snapped to look down at her.

“you serious?” he asks, watching aaliyah nod with a hint of a smile on her lips. “any reasons?”

aaliyah shrugs, “i don’t know, really. just wanted to wait for,” her eyes trail over calum from head to toe, nodded towards him, “this, i guess.”

calum wraps his arm around her shoulder with their fingers stills intertwined, letting her lean against him. “waiting for me?”

“shut up, this is getting weird,” aaliyah orders playfully, a grin taking over her face as she listens to him laugh at her.

crossing the street, they were now walking in a busier part of the city, where all of the restaurants and stores were. it was where most people went daily.

aaliyah wraps her arm around his waist, squeezing the flesh on his hips every so often. aaliyah’s eyes trailed over every restaurant they passed by until one of them looked nice to her.

“let’s go in this one,” she tells calum, looking up to look into his eyes. calum unwraps his arm from her shoulder and releases her hand from his as he goes to open the door. aaliyah walks inside, waiting until calum’s by her side again but refraining from holding his hand as she doesn’t want to seem clingy.

calum and aaliyah sat down at a booth in the corner of the restaurant and waited for a waiter to approach them.

throughout breakfast, calum decided he wanted to get to know the girl better, asking her about her favorite things, her family, her hobbies, her likes and dislikes, and aaliyah welcomed all of his questions without care.

“so, you sing?” he asks her. aaliyah begins to blush, although it’s not really noticeable with her skin tone, calum still notices though. he thinks it’s cute how she’s trying to hide her smile.

“yes,” aaliyah replies.

“and you write songs?”

“i do,” aaliyah nods, knowing exactly where this is going.

“you don’t want that to be your job? well— didn’t?”

“i mean, i thought about it a few times, but i don’t know. in this industry you lose your privacy, it could end up depressing, you could end up being controlled by your label, i just don’t know if i want that to happen to me. plus, i’d need a backup plan if shit went south, so i wanted to finish school.” aaliyah shrugs as she stacks the dirty plates in the corner of the table.

“understandable,” calum shrugs, understanding exactly what she was saying.

“you’ve asked me thousands of questions about myself, what about you?” she asks him, taking a sip of her drink.

“what about me?”

“what’s your favorite color?”

“i like blue, but like, baby blue.” aaliyah continues to ask the same questions calum asked her until they’re ready to leave.

“oh, shit,” calum mutters as he sees a group of paparazzis outside of the restaurant. he pulls out his phone to call someone to pick them up, not wanting to risk his or aaliyah’s safety. the walk to the cafe wasn’t that long, so waiting for a car shouldn’t be either.

“the car will be here in 10 minutes,” calum tells her. as they wait for the car, it seems like those 10 minutes lasted hours. she was getting nervous, but wouldn’t let it show at all, didn’t want anyone knowing what kind of effect these people had on her.

she’s looking out the windows of the cafe as the car finally pulls up. calum grabs a hold of her hand and squeezes, causing her to look up at him. he nods his hand at her, silently asking if she’s okay. aaliyah nods, quickly looking away from him.

hand in hand, the pair walked towards the exit and out of the restaurant. as soon as the doors opened, they were bombarded with questions. asking who she was, if they were together, how they met. there were a few rude questions and questions concerning her looks, but she barely listened as calum continued to whisper in her ear, calming her nerves.

the two quickly made it across the street and into the car waiting for them.

aaliyah’s lying down on the couch with duke as she scrolls through her twitter feed. she’s following the bands topic so she sees almost everything that involves them, but a tweet from a few days ago, she didn’t necessarily want to see it.

“he should’ve given up on his soulmate if she was gonna look like this in public”, it didn’t hurt her feelings or make her sad, it pissed her off but didn’t really bother her. she starts laughing; laughing so hard that she can’t breathe and tears are in her eyes. she likes the tweet and quote tweets it with laughing emojis.

she makes her way up the stairs and into the bedroom and opens the door, seeing calum sitting down on the bed with his back against the bed frame.

“what’re you watching?” she asks, standing in the doorway.

“i don’t really know,” calum answers, moving his gaze from the show to her. he’s watching as she walks over to him. she crawls onto the bed, sitting with her legs crossed and her body facing his.

“you know your fans think i’m a bitch,” she tells him, a smile creeping on her face.

“seriously?”

“yeah, i saw it on twitter,” she shrugs, “said you shouldn’t have met me if i wasn’t gonna dress up to go out in public, said that i looked like a bitch, too.” aaliyah continues to laugh, which confuses calum.

“and you’re laughing?”

“yeah, i don’t care what they say about me, they don’t know me.” calum stares at her for a few more seconds before he reaches out to her, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her towards him until she’s straddling his thighs.

there’s a pregnant pause as he rubs her hips and waist. he likes the way her body feels and looks, the curves of her hips when she’s sitting, the thickness of her thighs, the slight pudge of her stomach, he likes everything about her.

“i really like you, liyah,” he says quietly, looking directly in her eyes. aaliyah doesn’t reply, just smiles before she’s leaning in towards him and pressing their lips together.

aaliyah drags her hands from around his neck to rest it on his cheek. the kiss was very short, no sexual tension, just pure tenderness for each other.

later that evening, aaliyah is lying on top of calum while she’s sleeping. she has the top of her head in the crook of his neck, one of her legs are bent on his stomach, and one of her arms are thrown over his chest and over his shoulder.

he loves the idea of getting to spend the rest of his life with her. she makes him happy, makes him feel things he hasn’t felt in a long time about anyone. he was very grateful for her.

calum’s scrolling on his phone before he looks down at her, admiring the position they’re in and the way she looks while sleeping.

he goes to the camera on his phone, angling the phone so that it shows most of their bodies, and takes the picture.

turning his phone off and putting it on the charger before getting comfortable enough to fall asleep.

when he posts the picture (along with a few others of them) a few weeks later, his captions brings her to tears. it’s simple, but he shows how much he cares about her.

“aaliyah, although we’ve just found each other, i’m convinced that i’ve already fallen in love with you. from the moment i met you, i’ve felt such a deep connection to you. there’s something so beautiful and deep in your soul that i fell in love with. i feel like i’ve always known you, like half of your heart is mine and half of mine is yours, like we share a soul. of course everyone feels like this when they meet their soulmate, but i don’t think i could imagine my life with someone other than you.

i love you and i’m making breakfast so come downstairs.

- cal x”

when she reads the end, she begins to giggle, sniffing as her tears fall down her cheek. she puts her phone down and goes downstairs to the kitchen, seeing calum place two plants at the table. once he’s finished, he turns towards the door and sees her looking back at him.

“good morning, my love,” he says as he pulls her into his arms, pressing a few kisses to her temple.

“i saw your post,” she tells him, “you didn’t tell me you were gonna post about me.”

“did you not want me to?” he pushes her back slightly by her shoulders so that he could look her in her eyes.

“no, it’s okay. i just wasn’t aware that i would be crying at 10 in the morning.”

calum laughs a little before leaning down a bit to kiss her lips, pecking them a few times before eventually letting them linger. once they pull away from each other, aaliyah’s resting her chin against his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“i love you, too.”

calum’s smiling from ear to ear before he leans down to peck her lips one more time. he pulls away completely but holds her hand in his, bringing her towards the table where the couple enjoys each other and their breakfast that morning.

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SOMETHING ABOUT HER. | CALUM HOOD

PAIRING: college!calum hood x blackwoman!oc

WARNINGS: asshole calum, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, angst, profanity, alcohol consumption, not proofread

SUMMARY: calum hates everyone, except her.

WORD COUNT: 2.0k

MASTERLIST | SKYE’S GUIDE | REQUESTS

nakia groaned as her best friend, cheyenne, stood at the end of her bed. cheyenne, earlier, trudged into her room and begged her to go to her boyfriends house with her. why? nakia had no idea.

“why do i have to go? i’m literally going to be sitting there while you and ashton make out the whole time,” nakia complained, rolling her eyes.

“no we won’t. his roommates are going to be there and you know i don’t like showing pda in front of people. plus, ash invited you.”

nakia let out a long, deep sigh, dropping her head face first onto her bed.

after a few seconds of her dramatics, “fine, but you better talk to me. i don’t know anyone except you and ash,” nakia replied. cheyenne cheered as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

nakia stood from her bed and walked over towards her closet to find something to where. she picked out a hoodie from her closet and pair of dark skinny jeans from her dresser, undressing from the oversized shirt she was wearing before dressing in the jeans and hoodie.

she took the bonnet and scarf she was wearing off of her head, tossing them on the bed before walking out of her room and to the bathroom.

she looked in the drawers in the bathroom for her hair brush and the hair products she used to moisturize her curls. before fixing her hair, she took out the skin care products she used and a washcloth to wash her face.

it took her a while but she was finally finished, using her hands to fluff her hair a bit until she was satisfied with the way it looked. she took out her eyelash curler, carefully curing them, and put the object back when she was finished.

"cheyenne!" nakia shouted, putting her hair products away.

"yeah?" the girl called back, walking in the doorway of the bathroom with her phone in hand.

"you ready?" the brown skinned girl asked. cheyenne looked up at her, immediately frowning.

"no lip gloss?"

"oh, shit! thank you," nakia exclaimed causing a laugh to erupt from cheyenne.

it didn't take long for her to line her lips and put clear gloss over them. she walked out of the bathroom and back into her room to get her purse and keys, making sure she has her wallet and lipgloss as well before they left the house.

cheyenne was excited when they'd finally pulled up to ashton's house. she quickly and excitedly jumped out of the car and ran up the stairs towards the front door, turning around to tell nakia to hurry.

"why're you so happy? you see him all the time. it's unhealthy, i think," nakia said as she walked up and stood a little behind cheyenne at the door.

"how would you do? you've been single your whole life," cheyenne rebutted.

"yeah, whatever, bitch." cheyenne laughed just as the door opened, a smiling ashton looking down at the two of them.

ashton greeted the both of them with hugs, giving cheyenne a short kiss on the lips before stepping aside to let them both inside.

calum was lying calmly in his room on his bed before ashton knocked a few times, announcing that his girlfriend and her friend were there. he really had no interest in anyone outside of his room, but ashton wanted him to come out of his room and at least sit with them.

he wasn't really a people person, which is exactly why he only talked to three people and considered those three people his friends.

calum lied in bed for a few more moments, scrolling through his phone, until he finally decided to go sit with everyone in the living room.

before walking downstairs, he quietly observed the two girls sitting on the couch. really, he was focused on the unknown girl looking at something on her phone, her knees up to her chest and her sock clad feet resting on top of the other.

"cal, stop staring and come down," luke called out, already looking up at the black haired man on the stairs.

sighing, calum made his way down the stairs and into the living room. he sat down on the end of the couch furthest away from everyone, not wanting to be too close to them.

"cal, you know cheyenne," he nodded at her in response to her wave, "that is nakia, her friend," ashton finished off, watching intently at their reaction towards each other. nakia was very straight forward and bold. she didn't care what people thought of her, always spoke her mind, and gave the same energy people gave her; somethings cheyenne always liked about her.

the room was quiet as everyone watched calum and nakia's interaction (or lack there of) with each other. after a few seconds of silence, nakia looked up from her phone, making direct eye contact with the man staring back at her. she raised her brow, as if she was asking why he was staring for so long and not speaking.

the two stared at each other for a moment until nakia turned her phone off and sat it down beside her. she put her feet on the floor, crossing on leg over the other and letting out a deep breath through her nose. she placed her elbow on her knee and rested her head in her hand with a slightly unnoticeable smirk on her face.

calum's eyes narrowed slightly as they glared into hers.

"okay," michael breathed out quietly and hesitantly, causing the others who weren't involved in a very intense staring contest to laugh a little. everyone could feel the tension in the room, not knowing exactly why it was there either.

"anyways, i'm kind of hungry so what are we eating?"

"what happened?" cheyenne asked, looking over at the girl beside her.

"what?" nakia asked.

"do you know him?"

"no, he was just staring for a little too long so," nakia shrugged, "staring contest."

"lord, help me," cheyenne whispered to herself, knowing that nakia heard her. "ashton said he's chill once you get to know him. and, of course, you know he has a reputation for being and looking like an asshole."

"i don't care about his reputation. what is he going to do? hit me for staring back? i don't think so," nakia laughed, turning back around where she was stood in front of the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water.

she heard cheyenne let out a barely audible 'oop’, causing nakia to turn around.

she felt a tad bit annoyed when she saw calum once again staring right at her, no signs of any emotion on his face. even then, he still looked so angry.

subtly, she rolled her eyes, tilting her head to the side, silently asking what he wanted with a raised brow.

cheyenne didn't know what to do. so she laughed, a very loud one, something she did when she was nervous. she knew how nakia could get and she was afraid it would lead to someone getting hurt. no matter how small and sweet nakia looked, she was very heavy handed and did not take disrespect lightly.

nakia walked over to the island in the middle of the kitchen and leaned against it, still maintaining eye contact with calum. staring back at him for a while, she thought she saw a glint of entertainment in his eyes while the rest of his face remained static. her eyes trailed over his figure, checking him out in neither a sexual or insulting way.

she opened the bottle of water as she walked around the island and towards him, bringing the bottle to to her lips to drink. she stopped right in front of him, almost straining her neck to look up at him. she pulled the bottle away from her lips as she swallowed the last drops of water.

"you're in the way," nakia told him, continuing to look deep into his eyes. calum showed no signs of replying as the two continued on with their game. after a few minutes of standing and staring, calum slowly moved over just enough for her to walk through. nakia blinked, looking at him one last time with a look of pure annoyance before walking out of the kitchen and back into the living.

the next time calum saw her was at a party ashton set up. maybe it was their first encounter that has him interested in her, not that he would ever tell anyone that.

the house was packed by the time she had gotten there, once again being dragged out of their shared apartment by cheyenne.

nakia had only settled down when she had gotten some alcohol in her system, putting her at ease. she had been all around the party dancing, singing at the top of her lungs, just having a good time.

later that evening, cheyenne had pulled her downstairs to the basement. she was told that they were playing truth or dare, for whatever reason.

"what the hell are we, high schoolers?" nakia complained, rolling her eyes as she leaned back on her hands, extending her legs out in front of her.

the circle they were sitting in was really big, almost half of the people at the party were down in the basement, playing truth or dare.

"girl, shut up. what else were we going to do?"

"go home and sleep," nakia stated, a look on her face as if it were obvious.

cheyenne rolled her eyes as a random guy told them the rules of the game. pretty simple, “if you don't do a dare or answer a question, you’d have to take a shot”.

there was a bottle in the middle, dictating who would ask and answer questions (or do a dare). the person spinning the bottle would ask and the person it landed on would either answer or drink.

there were a few questions thrown around, as well as dares. things like:

"give so and so a lap dance."

"how many drinks would it take for you to take so and so home?"

nakia thought the game was getting kind of boring, not really paying attention to who was participating until cheyenne nudged her shoulder. nakia looked to her side, a confused expression plastered on her face when looking at her friend.

"it landed on you," the curly headed girl informed her. nakia looked in the center of the circle and sure enough, the bottle was pointing directly at her.

she picked truth, not really wanting to have to get up and move around, something she'd have to do if she'd chosen to do a dare.

"what's your body count?" the girl who'd spun the bottle asked. nakia rolled her eyes, pushing herself to stand up and walked over to the table against the wall where the drinks were. she grabbed a red plastic cup, pouring just enough of tequila before tilting the cup to her mouth and throwing her head back. after swallowing the drink, she sat the cup down and went back to sit down beside cheyenne.

"that was lame. it's a simple question," the same girl said. "is it high?"

"no, i just don't like sharing my business with people i don't know," nakia shrugged, going back to the same sitting position she was in before having to get up, listening as they laughed and talked about her ‘possibly being a virgin’. she didn’t really care though, didn’t see a problem with being a virgin.

at some point, she was getting tired of the game. she leaned over to tell cheyenne where she would be. cheyenne asked her if she was okay or if she wanted to go home, to which nakia replied with a ‘no’ before she got up and went back upstairs, unaware of the asshole australian following behind her.

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