You and Calum had been dating for a while now, and recently he had started distancing himself - he didn’t hold your hand as often, he didn’t text you good morning and goodnight, he kept spending more and more time with the boys. Eventually you began to think that he was going to break up with you. One day you decided to confront him about it, stating that if he was done with the relationship that he should just stop dragging it out. Calum’s face would instantly soften, his eyes looking at the ground as he scuffed the toe of his shoe against the tiled floor. You waited for a response, cross armed and ready to go fix your broken heart. Finally, though, Calum glanced back up at you, taking a deep breath. “I think I’m in love with you. And it scares the shit out of me. There’s this feeling in my stomach that makes me so nervous but at the same time you make my heart beat faster and my head gets all fuzzy when I think about you. I love you and I just - I don’t know what to do about it.” Your shoulders relaxed as you listened to him, this tall, broad, tough boy with tattoos looked so scared and tiny in front of you, baring his soul. Walking forward you grabbed one of his hands, lacing your fingers through his. “I love you, too. But pushing me away isn’t necessarily going to keep me around,” you laughed, smiling sweetly at Calum. He smiled, too, rubbing at his forehead with his free hand. “Do you, uh, wanna hang out tonight?” he asked. “Maybe I can make up for the way I’ve been acting. And show you how much I love you.” You blushed at his words but nodded, your heart racing at the thought of Calum actually being in love with you.