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His (C.H.)

Originally posted by dimplelashton

A/N: This imagine (and the next couple of parts following this) are based on text post that some bloggers that I follow reblog. This will most likely have three parts to it (including this one). Sorry that I haven’t written in a long time. I didn’t have much inspiration. I hope you enjoy this though :)

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“I’d be his if he asked.”

“Y/N!”

I turned away from my locker to see one of my very few friends making her way towards me. I smiled as she got closer. “Hey, Pheebs. What’s up?”

“You’re not doing anything tonight, are you?” She asked.

I turned back to my locker. “Just studying, per usual. Why?”

“You’re not going to the game?”

I shook my head as I shut my locker. “No.”

“You’re really going to miss the game to study on a Friday night instead?” She asked me incredulously.

I clutched my books to my chest. “You know I don’t do well in crowds.”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “Not even for a Calum Hood?”

I flushed. “He doesn’t even know that I exist.”

She rolled her eyes. “You two have gone to the same school since the fifth grade and practically had almost the same classes since freshman year. How could he not know that you exist?”

I shrugged. “I’m a nobody.”

“Y/N!”

“What? It’s true. I’m shy, I barely have any friends, I keep quiet in class, and the only club I’m active in is the music club.”

“But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know you.”

I sighed. “If I just say yes to going tonight, will you drop the whole ‘Calum knows I exist thing?’”

She smiled triumphantly. “Good. I’ll pick you up at six.”

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“can I ask you something ?”

“i have to tell you something”

“can we talk ?”

“there’s something you need to know”

His - Part 3 (C.H.)

Originally posted by brokenscenequeen2k15

A/N: Sorry that it took a while. I had writer’s block and too much school stuff going on. Also, I suck at writing endings so prepare for that as well. Other than that, I hope you all enjoy it.

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Remember the day we first started talking to each other?
 

Weeks have passed since that night and Calum and I have gotten a lot closer…and my crush on him has gotten significantly bigger.

I still worked on getting Calum to see just how important and loved he is and there has been some progress.

The bell rang, signaling the end of our anatomy class. Calum and I began putting our stuff away before he spoke up.

“We still on for later?” He asked me.

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College (C.H.)

A/N: there will be an additional part, but I don’t know when it will be up. I got the story line idea from HSM 3 so yes, it will be similar. Also, helpful hint. This (####) means a skip in time within the same day. This (****) means a skip in time more than a day.

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~10 Years Ago~

I kicked my soccer ball against the wall next to our garage door – bored – since my friend cancelled on our plans to play today.

I got angry and kicked the ball a little bit harder than I had originally intended, causing it to bounce off the wall and into the neighboring house’s yard.

I huffed and groaned before walking over to my neighbor’s house, only to be met with the sight of a boy around my age playing with my ball. “Hey!” I yelled at him.

He abruptly stopped shuffling the ball between his feet at the sound of my voice. He froze as I stalked over to him.

I pointed at my ball that was resisting under his foot. “That’s my ball. I kicked it over here by accident.”

He blushed and shyly kicked it back over to me. “Sorry,” he mumbled and turned to go back inside his house.

I stopped the ball with my foot and kicked it up off the ground, only to catch it in my hands, holding it against my hip. “Wait!” I called to the boy.

He stopped walking and turned around to look at me but didn’t say anything else.

“Do you play?” I asked him.

“What?” The boy asked back confusedly.

“Do you play soccer, silly.” I giggled.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

I beamed. “Would you like to play with me?”

He smiled widely. “Yes!”

I put my ball down and passed it to him. “I’m Y/N.” I introduced myself.

“Calum,” the boy replied and kicked the ball back to me.

That’s where both of our parents found us an hour or so later, playing soccer in Calum’s front yard. We were both drenched in sweat from playing so hard and covered in dirt from tackling each other.

That was the day that the boy next door, that went by the name of Calum Hood, became my best friend…until I fell in love with him.

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