“Fuck,” I sighed as Calum dropped onto the bed beside me. He ran his fingers through his messy hair, his chest heaving. Laying there, I admired him for a moment and how perfect he was. Every tattoo. Every defined muscle. Every curve. Every. Little. Thing. Oh shit. Little things. Harry. Harry, waiting at home for me. Fuck. I sat up, reaching for my phone on the side table. It was 1:20 am and I had only one missed call from Harry. “Cal, I gotta go,” I mumbled, collecting my clothes from the floor and throwing them on. “What? Why so soon?” He groaned, his hands falling over his face while he stretched his body. “My boyfriend is…uh…he’s waiting for me,” I choked out. The guilt was already rushing into my veins. “Oh, right,” Calum sat up. Everything was coming back to him now as he sat there watching me get dressed. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done this,” I mumbled, shrugging on my jacket. “No it’s my fault, but don’t worry about it. Okay, he won’t find out,” Calum’s head dropped down, and he held it in his hands. “This never happened,” I said, placing my hand on his shoulder. Calum nodded, clenching his jaw and trying to avoid my eyes. “Bye Cal, I’ll see you around,” I pressed a kiss on his forehead and left.
“Harry,” I spoke softly. He was sitting up in bed, scrolling through his phone when I walked in. “Hey love,” he gave me a smile. Something about the way he was looking at me, I knew that he knew. I took a deep breath. “I know, baby, I know,” Harry mumbled, opening his arms to me. I couldn’t hold back the tears that fell out of my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. Climbing onto the bed, I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly. “I’m so sorry. I’m such a shit person,” I cried against his warm body, leaving tears on his skin. Harry stayed quiet for a while, just holding me close. Because of his nature, I knew he wasn’t going to walk away. He was only going to try harder to make me happy. Even though I knew I didn’t deserve it. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered. I pulled back and straddled his hips, looking at him. “I’m sorry,” I said again. “I know you are,” Harry nodded, his hands traveling down to my butt. I leaned against his chest, wiggling my legs under the sheets and tangling our legs together. Harry ran his fingers through my hair, lulling me to sleep.
I chewed my lip nervously, clutching onto Harry’s hand tighter. We were going to have lunch with Calum and Michael, and I knew that if Calum even ticked off Harry the slightest it could end very, very badly. “It’s going to be fine, love,” Harry squeezed my hand, holding the restaurant door open for me. “Hey guys,” Michael waved at us. Calum smirked at me, nodding at the big scarf I was wearing. I rolled my eyes and Harry slid into the booth next to me, placing his hand on my knee protectively. “Lads,” Harry nodding, sending a smile their way. Calum clenched his jaw and a heavy tension hung over the table. Michael and Harry made small talk while Calum repeatedly glanced over at me, catching my eye and then shifting his gaze between me and Harry. Harry’s hand didn’t move from my leg, but he let his fingers trail up and down my thigh. “So,” Calum stopped, raising his eyebrows, “How long have you guys been together now?” Jesus Christ Calum, I groaned internally. “Just over a year,” Harry smiled down at me, making butterflies in my stomach. “Wow, that’s a long time,” Calum mused. “Cal,” I shot him a warning look. Harry’s hand gripped my leg slightly and I could tell he was getting agitated. “There must be so much…trust in your relationship,” Calum smirked, leaning back in his seat. Michael shifted uncomfortably, feeling the tension rising. “Of course, I know she’d never leave me for somebody else,” Harry bit back. “What makes you so sure of that?” Calum pretended to be genuinely interested. “Mate, I know you slept with my girlfriend, okay. So back off,” Harry snapped. Michael coughed, looking down at his phone. “We should go,” I mumbled to Harry. Harry grabbed his card off the table and I led him out of the restaurant, leaving Calum with that stupid grin on his face.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I hissed at Calum as I filed paperwork the next day at the studio. “What ever do you mean darling?” Calum chuckled, leaning against the cabinet. “Why are you acting like such a dick now. What happened between you and me was a one time thing. Harry already knows, okay, so you don’t need to keep rubbing it in,” I slammed the drawer shut, making Calum jump. “Jesus. Sorry. I just don’t understand. It was so easy for you to cheat on him, but you still run back to him and try to forget what happened,” Calum followed me down the hall. “Because, Cal, he understands me. We have an emotional connection too. Not everything is about sex. You and I don’t have the same connection that Harry and I have,” I sighed. Calum shrugged, “Fine, then I’ll show you that we have a good connection. I’ll prove to you just how much I really do care about you, Y/N. I mean it.”
A/N Chapter Three? Also, let me know who you want Y/N to end up with! Harry or Calum?