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28ivana28 · 4 years

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Calum Hood one shot

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Summary: Calum and y/n have been dating for quite some time now but haven’t let the world know yet. It’s not until one concert where Calum decides to surprise her.

my boy ahhhh i love him. this is one thats basically just fluff, I hope you enjoy xx

WILDFLOWER.

You and Calum have been dating for some time now, actually quite a lot of time, but neither of you feel the need to expose your relationship to the media quite just yet. You two love that you are each others secret and that your love is hidden from the world. Of course your families and friends know about you two, how could they not - you guys are practically glued to each other when you’re together. But you two just want to savour your love for the two of you just a bit more before letting the world know the reasons behind all his songs and all your giddy smiles.

The most exciting moments are when you’re both at the same event, texting each other in the car on the way there, Calum obviously arriving with his band mates and you as an actress, with your team. You two exchange cheeky looks at each other all night long and try to hide your giggles and smiles on the red carpets and tables. A few points in the nights you two would text each other to meet near the bathrooms or in an empty hallway and you two would exchange lots of rushed exhilarating kisses at the idea of being caught.

It wasn’t until one day when Calum had surprised you with tickets to one of his shows whilst he was on tour. When Calum went on tour you would miss him dearly and hate going to bed when he wouldn’t be there on his side. So when Calum’s show was in LA you of course wanted to go and be there to support your beautiful boyfriend, but obviously in a discrete way.

So the night of the concert comes, Calum is smashing the bass and singing his vocals like he’s never before. Calum searches the crowd for you looking for you and your best friend you had bought along to the show. You were standing there drink in hand, biggest smile on your face bopping along to the songs you had heard over a million of times but never got sick of.

Calum smiled at the sight of you, you never failed to make his cheeks tint pink and his heart to beat double time. It wasn’t until it was Calum’s turn to talk, causing lots of yells and screams from the crowd.

“How are we tonight LAAA?” Calum dragged out causing the crowd to go crazy.

Calum continued to talk some smack with the boys, hyping the crowd up at some points and the rest just saying some random stuff that he and the boys didn’t even know what they were on about.

“Tonight theres some one pretty special here” Calum begins to speak and your mouth gaped open slightly not expecting these words at all. The crowd goes crazy in confusion and your best friend pinched your side signally shock as well as for you to stop looking so surprised so no one assumes anything.

Before the concert a few people noticed you and asked for some pictures but not too many to make a scene.

Michael, Luke and Ashton all share confused looks with each other also not expecting Calum to announce your presence.

Calum looked a little bit nervous but played it off cool as he swiped the sweat of his forehead and began to smile when he spoke and scratched the back of his neck. “So for the next song we are gonna sing I’m gonna dedicate it to that special someone” Calum let out a breathy laugh almost in nervousness, “this is our new song wildflower everybody.” The crowd went absolutely mental once Calum backed away from the microphone grabbing a sip of water. Luke and Michael both walk up to Calum near Ashton’s drums pretending to get ready for the song but you know they were actually asking Calum what the fuck he’s doing.

As the song started to play you felt your cheeks burn red and your heart beat faster, you take a large sip of the drink in your hands and turn to your best friend who also stood there in shock.

“Oh my god” You slowly let out.

“I know y/n. What the fuck” Your best friend speaks but then follows it up with a breathy laugh. “It’s kind of cute though” she proceeds to say.

You feel your cheeks burn even more “it’s lovely” you begin “I just um, didn’t expect it” you finish still gobsmacked at him practically announcing he has a girlfriend. Gosh this is going to be all over twitter tomorrow you think to yourself.

“He really loves you y/n, you can tell” your best friend speaks right before Calum starts to sing and you feel your heart beat rise each second.

I hear you callin' out my name I love the sound, I love the taste And I can see it in your face You've got a side you can't explain

Calum sings, holding onto the microphone staring straight at you, deep into your eyes like its just you and him in the whole room. Everyone begins to fade away and its just you two right then and there.

You're tellin' me, tellin' me, tellin' me you wanna come over You wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be closer I love it when you wear your hair down over your shoulder 'Cause I wanna hold ya

Calum begins to smirk, cheekily. His eyes never divert from yours as he continues to sing the next line, where he winks, right at you.

'Cause I know where tonight is going

That bloody boy you thought as you shook your head slightly and smiled as your cheeks burnt red and he began to bop up and down to the beat singing the chorus.

tonight was definitely gonna go somewhere.

You're the only one who makes me Every time we I'll tell you what I like My wildflower You're the only one who makes me Every time we I'll tell you what I like My wildflower You know you are my favourite fantasy A fatal love song Waterfall is overflowin' You're the only one who makes me Every time we I'll tell you what I like My wildflower

Calum sang the whole chorus in pure lust, love, excitement and happiness staring down at you, his girl. He never confirmed anyones thoughts on who this ‘special someone’ is but he knows he made you feel very special.

You bop to the beat along side your best friend as you and Calum’s eyes remained lock, you’re amused with how Calum’s smile is through the roof as he knows this song is fully about pleasure and knows that when he performs it very much so turns you on.

You two are eyeing each other now, your eyes have turned more dark full of lust and excitement for your plans for after his show. Calum stares at you and lets his tongue fold out and wet his lips as he goes to grab his microphone again. His hands looking very fucking sexy.

The boys on stage seem to be aware of what Calum’s doing and laugh quite amused at the very intimate interaction between the two of you that no one else in the room is aware of besides your close friends. But you are sure, two and two will be put together and by tomorrow Calum’s little act will be all over twitter.

The boys continued to perform, Calum’s eyes never leaving yours as he did so. Shortly after, the show came to an end and you and your best friend were leaving the venue and walking towards the side door to go back stage.

“OMG Y/N!” a young girl practically screamed causing a huge amount of attention to be pointed at you.

You nervously smile and wave softly at the girl thats running towards you with a few friends.

“I’m so sorry I just love all your movies you’re one of my favourite actresses” she tells you talking extremely fast.

You smile at her as a red tint starts to creep up on your cheeks. “Don’t be sorry” you let out a breathy laugh.

“Could we please get a photo with you?” She asks nicely with her beaming up at you.

“Of course” you say and stand next to all the girls while your best friend offers to take the photo.

“Do you know the 5sos boys?” one of the girls asks you and you feel your cheeks begin to grow warm.

Before you could answer another one spits out “OMG was wildflower about you??” She questions you and you feel everyones attention placed on you.

You let out a nervous chuckle, “I’m just here for the show, I love their music” you let out.

The girls nod, not fully believing you. One of them tries to ask another question but your friend pulls your arm and you look back at the girls. “Sorry girls I have to go, lovely meeting you” you let out.

The girls all say a cheerful bye and one girl yells out something about Calum that you couldn’t understand.

Your best friend takes you through the door to get to backstage that everyone thinks is a fire escape. Luckily they didn’t suspect that you’re going backstage you thought to yourself.

You walked backstage in search for the boys dressing room as you started to feel more nervous. Everyone is going to know soon you think. What is everyone going to say? Are their fans going to be angry? Is everyone going to be mean? You start to feel anxious and your best friend notices.

“Y/n whats wrong?” She asks you as she turns to face you putting both hands on your cheeks cupping your face.

“Nothing” you mumble, “I just need some water”.

She nods as she asks the closest staff member for directions and he leads you two to the catering area.

You drown yourself in a cup of water and you start to feel a bit better almost automatically. Your nerves didn’t fully settle though until you heard your name come from your favourite voice.

“Y/n” Calum yelled from across the room as he did a little jog over to you and embraced you in a big hug, his tatted arms warming your whole body.

“Hey lovey, did you like the show” He mumbled to you as he angled his face to look down at you.

“M’loved it” you mumbled into his chest.

Calum chuckled a little bit because he knows how much you love his hugs.

But you pull out abruptly and face him giving him a frown.

Calum’s face turned into a frown as he looks at your expression. “What’s wrong?” He asks confused.

“What was that stunt you pulled?” You asked, mouth turning into a grin and so does his as he realises you’re joking.

Calum laughs “Did ya like it?” He smiled at you, his beautiful smile.

You giggled and pressed a kiss to his soft lips. “I loved it Cal, but you do know everyone is going to be asking so many questions” you mumble out of the kiss.

“Let them.” Calum whispers as he brings you back into the kiss holding your waist and pressing your body tightly against his.

You realised that it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks, as long as you have him.

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theyrejustbehindtheveil · 6 years

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ML Secret Santa

Merry (belated) Christmas @nayawata it is I, your gifter for the @mlsecretsanta with a fic about the OTP

Paris, France | July

She graduates. One day, she is at université, and the next, she is not. The morning after her final exam, she slips downstairs for breakfast and instead finds an envelope.

Her parents' latest attempt to stop her from being so easily scared is three months in a city she doesn't know with a language she barely speaks. All expenses paid. She leaves in three months. Merde.

Sydney, Australia | October

It’s a jarringly young city. Everywhere Mylène looks she expects to see historic architecture and instead sees nothing beyond the nineteenth century. Her auntie chatters good-naturedly from the drivers seat which is on the wrong side of the car. Everything is strange and it feels a little like she can’t breathe and she cant make a sound and she is so so glad when the car stops and she can get inside the house and play her song and feel like she is still at home.

The first two weeks she only leaves the house with one of her cousins or aunts, too scared to venture outside without some kind of security net. They take her on outings every few days, doing the tourist shtick at what is probably their attempt to make her feel welcome. The multiple trips to the city aren’t too bad, but when they head anywhere else she feels off kilter. The ocean is too big and the countryside is too foreign. The suburbs are too sprawling and quite frankly she doesn’t even know where to start with the birds.

November

She goes for a walk alone the first week of November. Three pictures of the waterfront reflecting the clear blue sky later and she realises she is lost. Very lost. She isn’t even sure which way is home. She would like to say she was brave enough to find her own way home but the truth is that pedestrian’s hassle her along until she crashes into something large and solid with an eep of surprise.

The large and solid something responds with a grunt that shocks her into leaping back. And looks up. And up a little more to find the something’s face shuffled into a terrifyingly grumpy glare. She shrieks and cowers a little before the glare retreats into something a little closer to concern.

She’s fumbling out an apology as best she can manage and trying desperately not to give in to the urge to flee when the man in front of her guides her gently to a bench. “Are you okay?” he asks and she can’t help but suck in a breath at his accent because it is wonderfully, blessedly French.

“T’es Français?” She hopes he understands what she is trying to say.

He starts in surprise. “Oui.” She can’t help the wave of relief that sweeps over her and switches to French for a more coherent apology.

The guy’s name is Ivan and he doesn’t know how to get back to her aunts’ place, but his english is much better than hers and he is brave enough to ask for help and big enough to hide behind when the strangers get to be too much. Mylène thinks she quite likes this arrangement. It takes a full hour to find home, and she is glad for Ivan’s company.

He slips her his phone number moments before she shuts the door. Merde.

Three days pass before she even has the courage to save the string of numbers to her phone. Two more before she sends through a safe, neutral, hi this is mylene :)

Ivan replies twenty-seven anxious minutes later. hey mylene good to hear frm u glad u hadnt lost my no

sorry, she replies

dw i was jst disappted i might not get to see u again

oh i d like that

me too this wknd?

Deep breath. yeah i d like that

sat 1pm we can try tht walk again?

yes please

He arrives at the front door at five minutes to the hour. She’s been ready for the past ten minutes, but she still jumps at the sound of the doorbell.

This second walk is far better than the first, even if there are more people out on the weekend. They find their way to a market near a library and Mylène can’t help but feel a little nervous but Ivan is quietly reassuring. He buys her a little pin for her bandana and his face when she pins it straight to the fabric is something she really wants so see again.

She learns a lot about Ivan that day. He likes heavy metal, hates the heat, tries to be gruff and intimidating but cares too much to pull it off convincingly.

She tells him about Paris, how scared she is of just about everything because so much of it is just too much a lot of the time, that she likes cats better than dogs, about her dad’s job, and that her deepest desire is to be brave.

Ivan returns her confidences with the slightly ashamed admission that he is really not a cat person and Mylène giggles at his despondency before rushing to reassure him that she doesn't hold it against him.

Later, she texts him. the cat thing is mostly because they re quieter also because of the superhero he was kinda sweet

hte who

chat noir the paris superhero a couple years back in the news a lot both him and his partner total badasses in spandex

oh that superhero

i met him a few times he was at our school on superhero business n stuff he was really kind little dorky

that school that was awlays in the papers was urs?francis dupain or smth i almost went there

francois dupont yeah that was a crazy time scary too wait what dieu we might have been classmates thats so weird i was turned into one of the monsters one time

oh no

there was this mean girl she teased me and i ended up a monster

you could never be a monster mylene

no like an actual monster type creature monstrous from a horror movie pink jelly thing horrificater i scared people and kidnapped them i don t remember what happened much but everyone was really nice to me for a while after

wait the first time that was u in there

yeah that was me

wow working through that must have been hard

i had help chat noir came and talked to me a few times my parents really helped im glad u had that

December

There is no snow for Christmas this year. She gets a second summer instead, of the kind that Paris rarely sees. Ivan texts her every other day to complain about the heat. Her aunt takes her to the beach, and Ivan shows up in a pair of stupidly bright shorts that apparently were a gift from his sister. They make her laugh, and he grins.

you re really easy to talk to ivan um thanyk u no really it s really nice i like it

…

sorry if i made it weird i just mean t like we re friends i like talking to you

mylene its fine im sorry i dont take compliments v well it means a lot that u can say that thank u

He hands her a parcel a few days before Christmas. Inside is a pin she recognises from - oh. Its Ivan’s. From his favourite band. “You’re giving me this? Haven’t you had it since you were a teenager?”

“I… I want you to have it, to remind you that you can be brave.”

“Zombie Skull Crushers is going to remind me to be brave?” She hates the plaintive note that her voice holds.

“Yeah, doesn’t it just sound brave and badass, just like I know you can be?”

She hugs him, tight and grateful.

“Thankyou, Ivan,” she chokes out. “It’s the best present anyone’s ever given me.” He hugs her back, gentle and easy as breathing.

She almost forgets the parcel tucked into her bag but presses it into his hands right before she leaves. “Joyeux Noël, Ivan."

Her parents fly in for Christmas itself. She goes to meet them at the airport and the moment she sees them both she runs for them. Her dad catches her as she leaps and her mum folds into the both of them and she burrows in between both of them and doesn't leave their side if she can help it from that point on.

Paris, France | January

She leaves for home with her parents. The plane lands and she gets off and everything is so wonderfully familiar but she feels strangely untethered. Her home is still much as it was when she left, and her room is identical save for more dust than normal.

And she can’t quite work out what is missing until her phone buzzes insistently and she drops her unpacking to fumble for her phone and check the screen.

They’re all from Ivan, and she realises as she reads through them it’s him she’s missing. He’s worked his way under her skin, going form imposing to reassuring too easily.

miss u already mylene

Oh, merde

i rly had a great time with you when i go back home to chatres in abt a month can i see u on the way thru

What?

Two months and it had never come up how close he lived to Paris. To her. And she want’s to see him again and isn't that incredible. Mylène doesnt know what she ever did to deserve such a gift but there’s only one thing she can do

of course i want to see you too i didn t know you lived so close

His response is almost immediate yeah crazy huh

A month of of texting back and forth follows. Ivan is beautifully poetic when he tries, and Mylène learns ever more about her new friend. When Ivan returns to France, he knocks on her door when she’s the only one home.

“Hey,” he says, like. a month of separation hasn't stood between them like anticipation. She stretches her arms around his waist as far as she can and laughs with joy at the tidal wave of affection swamping her chest. He curls his much longer arms carefully, fondly, around her back.

“I missed you. Please don’t ever stay away that long ever again,” she mutters earnestly into his chest. His arms tighten a fraction, before he shifts one hand to tilt her chin up so he can look her straight in the eye.

“Never. I promise, Mylène, I won’t ever stay away from you for very long anymore. I don’t think I could.”

She believes him when he looks at her like that, like he wants to see right through her eyes into her soul and know it intimately. Three days later he asks her on a date.

She says yes

They go for a walk.

She tucks her hand in his and the world feels a little less terrifying when she does.

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