All I Wanted; C.H. 11

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 , part 5, part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9, part 10

I want to see you. Now xo

I smile stupidly at my phone as I swipe my finger across the screen, Calum’s message brightening up my day. He had been texting me goofy messages throughout the last few days, but I had spent most of my time in the presence of Meredith – just as I was now.

If this doesn’t take too long maybe I can stop by later ;) x

“What are you grinning at?” Meredith cocks an eyebrow in my direction, her smirk painted on as her gaze flicks across my face. Her hands are resting on her hips and she’s blocking the entire aisle of this clothing store she has dragged me into. I hum as I lift my eyes off of my phone, raising my eyebrows in her direction as I feel my lips curls into a frown. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Why are you so relaxed lately? You’ve been in such a great mood and I have never seen you smile as much as you’ve done lately.” Meredith chuckles as she steps aside for a group of girls to pass us before she resumes her way along the clothing racks. My eyes are widened as I trail behind her, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket but a bit too stunned to check out Calum’s reply.

“It’s… Nothing? I mean I don’t think anything has happened that has given me one more reason to smile?” I laugh rather nervously, toying with a sweat shirt to my right, doing my best to avoid my best friend’s gaze.

“That’s cute.” Meredith suddenly speaks, stopping beside me to finger the fabric of the shirt I’ve invested my attention in. “I don’t know, feels funny.” I thank whoever springs to mind that she has changed the subject and walk ahead, cursing to myself that I’ve let it show so much.

“You know you can talk to me about anything? Right?” Meredith starts again and I roll my eyes before turning around and putting on my best fake smile. “I swear there’s nothing, just for once, no drama and I’m enjoying that.”

Oh, if she knew. This is the most drama I’ve had to deal with in years and somehow it’s thrilling to keep something so intimate from my best friend.

“I don’t know. Most of the times you’re an open book and right now.. I can’t seem to read you. It worries me.” Meredith continues as she guides us out of the store without looking at anything else, back into the cold of impending winter.

“I see that as a good thing. Not everyone should get to read my emotions so easily.” I laugh haphazardly as I nudge her side, pointing out a store that has the most beautiful holiday dresses displayed in their window. “And I seriously don’t get why we have to shop for New Year’s dresses already. It’s like so far away.” I know I may be over exaggerating because December is coming incredibly fast, but I never understood why I had to buy a new outfit to probably spend the night celebrating at a mate’s house.

“It’s December next week, for your information. There’s a lot of stuff coming up, Christmas decorating, present shopping, before you know it you won’t have time to go out and lazily search for a dress.” Meredith lectures me and I roll my eyes as I push past people to follow her into the store.

“Could you stop avoiding the conversation, by the way?” Meredith speaks up again and I groan loudly – internally of course, wouldn’t want her to notice – that she again brings it up.

“I swear to god Mer, nothing is going on and honestly I’m getting sick of you thinking I’m hiding stuff from you.” I sigh, my fingers rapidly going through my hair – a nervous habit.
“Okay, okay! I’ll drop it. Jesus Y/n, calm your tits.” Meredith laughs and I chuckle along, my fingers toying with my phone in my pocket. I raise it just enough so I can glance at the lit up screen, seeing Calum’s name flash.

Hurry up, I miss you xo

“My dad texted me that he needs my help on something. Do you think we could raincheck on that dress shopping? Maybe when I’m less sore and a bit more into it?” I laugh as I tuck my phone back in my pocket, grinning apologetically at my friend who rolls her eyes – but at least with a smile on her lips.


“How impatient can you be?” I laugh as the door opens in front of me, Calum’s head peeking out before he grins bright when he sees me. “Well, going to let me in?”
“Hello to you too, Y/n.” Calum chuckles as I step inside, door falling closed behind me as I start to rid myself of my scarf and jacket.

“Yes, Calum. Hello, nice to see you. How are you sweetheart?” I smile as I throw my clothing over the railing of the stair case. Calum steps closer, his hands gliding along my waist as he pulls me closer. “A lot better.” He dips down to press his lips against mine and I sigh in pure and utter bliss, glad I cut my shopping spree with Meredith short to be here.

He retreats and his hand glides along my arm to my hand as he gives it a gentle tug, beckoning me to follow him upstairs. “How was your day with Meredith, babe?” Calum questions as he pushes past his closed bedroom door, dropping onto his bed as he waits for me to follow him.

“Cut short because someone couldn’t stop whining.” I smirk triumphantly before I slowly crawl onto the bed besides him. It’s comfortable, just lying beside him, our breathing the only thing heard throughout the whole house. I turn my head and see Calum already staring at me, his bottom lip pulled between his pearly white teeth.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to – “ Calum starts and I roll on top of him, arms crossed on his chest as I shush him loudly. “It’s not like I was in the mood to shop.”
“Then what are you in the mood for?” Calum wiggles his eyebrows and I can’t help but let my own eyes roll in their sockets, Calum’s hands lifting from the mattress to land on my bum.

“I’m kidding. Thanks for stopping by.” He licks his lips seductively, gently pushing my body down onto his so he’d reach my lips. I giggle against his lips, eyes fluttered shut. “How I wish I could believe you.” Calum’s large, calloused hands roughly squeeze my bottom and I can’t help but let a moan slip past my lips, involuntarily. “As if you’re not here for the same reason, Y/n. Tsk tsk. Don’t lie to me.”

I bite his bottom lip roughly in reciprocation, the tall boy below me groaning loudly as he slaps my ass. “What you do to me.” Calum moans against my lips, pushing my body closer to his, impossibly closer as my own hands start to roam over his torso, ridding his shirt up and off of his head. As his hands also roam upwards, he flips us over and his whole body envelopes mine.

Let me know what you think! xo

Canceled - Ashton Irwin [FLUFF]

25SOS DAYS OF CHRISTMAS ~ Day four (I’m tryna catch up lol)

Summary~ He doesn’t want you to go but you’ve ever missed a family Christmas and he starts to question where your priorities lie 

Word Count - 679

The holidays can be rough, the money, the weather, sometimes even the people, but you’ve been staying with your boyfriend Ashton for the past 3 weeks, he lives a fair distance from you; a couple hundred miles at least, and the long distance has been killing you. That’s why this year you’ve decided to stay together for the festive season, it’s been heaven. You’ve spent every day together be it hanging around the house or days out, but you’ve still not told him that on December 24th you’re packing to go home.

He goes out for the day, saying he’s going for last minute Christmas shopping so you take the chance to pack, hoping that you’ll avoid an awkward conversation until you know. 

“Babe, I’m back,” he shouts as he walks in the front door shivering. “Jeez, it’s cold outside, that storm is really coming on”

Quickly you appear in the doorway looking notably panicked as you#ve not finished packing yet.

“Also you haven’t to look in this bag,” he adds.

“Oh,” you glance behind you into the bedroom where your suitcase lays exploded on the floor, “Sure”

“What’s in there?” he furrows his brow trying to look behind you.

“Uh, Christmas presents,” you lie trying to stop him seeing.

“I’m not an idiot you wrapped all of your presents yesterday”

He walks towards you and glances behind you turning angry at the sight.

“You’re packing,” he screams. “Were you planning on leaving me on Christmas?”

“No, Christmas eve,” you say with a tone of fear.

“So what you’re planning on leaving me tonight?” he slams his hand on the wall.

“Not leaving you, I’m coming back on December 27th, it’s just I’ve never missed a family Christmas,” you feel yourself welling up at the thought of fighting with him.

“But this was gonna be our first Christmas together,” Ashton says.

“I’m sorry but I have to prioritize my family here Ash it’s tradition,” you try not to cry moving to continue packing.

“No, [Y/N] when do I get to be priority to you?”

“You’ve been my priority all month, I’m jus asking one day for them,” you weep.

“But that one day is Christmas”

“Ashton, this isn’t up for discussion!”

“It should be, why do I get no say?” he flails.

“Because it’s my life”

“I thought it was ours”

You do all you can to replace the upset you feel with anger and angrily toss the rest of your luggage in the suitcase, “I’m going, you can’t stop me, I have a cab coming tonight”

“You could have told me”

The car is set to come for you at 7pm, so after an awkward dinner you put on your coat and jacket with a wooly scarf and head outside. It seems like when you step outside the snow gets worse but you wait on the sidewalk for the cab to show up.

You check your phone every five minutes but the cab is late and soon you’ll be missing check in, that’s when you get the notification a text from the airline; your flight has been canceled.

You don’t want to go back inside so you sit there freezing trying to think of another option, but soon your phone is telling you the roads are closed.

A few moments later and you hear a cough from ebhind you, standing you see Ashton, “your flight was cancelled”

“How’d you know?”

“Nothing is flying out, I hecked, now come inside”

Youshuffle towars him until he reaches out grabs your scarf and pulls you into a kiss.

“I’m sorry,” you sniff.

“You’re lucky I love you”


snapchat - brodie5sauce               ||                  twitter - teeheebrodie
instagram - brodixm                     ||                  wattpad - makebelievebrodie

Masterlist // Request

Drunk Carolling - CASHTON


Summary~ Getting drunk on Christmas Eve leads to questionable decisions about door to door carolling 

Word Count - 503 

It’s the first Christmas Calum and Ashton have decided to be independent, they’re not going home, they’re staying in their apartment in LA and even hosting Christmas dinner with the boys and their friends. Granted neither of the two has any clue what goes into a Christmas success but they definitely underestimated the effort needed. So much so that the night before they go out, hitting up the had empty clubs (because lets be honest who goes clubbing on Christmas Eve) and drinking far more than two people who need to cook a turkey in 12 hours should. 

6 or maybe 7 shots later and they’re stumbling down their street trying to figure out which door is theirs, not really able to see 10 feet in front of them. 

“It’s this one,” Calum slushes wandering up a pathway. 

“It’s the next one,” Ashton argues as he follows his friend who knocks on the door of the house in front of them. “Who’s gonna answer if it’s out place?" 

Just then the door opens and a tired old man and his wife are stood looking rather confused. 

Panicking Calum does the first thing that he can think to and begins singing, "Joy to the world.." 

Ashton vaguely joins in and when the two are finished Ashton walks away as the old couple smile and close the door with a faint, "Merry Christmas" 

The door now shut in his face Calum’s eyes widen, "Ashton!” He runs up to him and grips him by the shoulders swaying from the alcohol in his blood stream. “I’m a genius" 

"Debatable but go on,” Ashton yawns. 

“We need to spread Christmas cheer, so we are going to do door to door carolling,” he looks into the distance in a dramatic fashion. 

“Drunk Carolling,” Ashton hiccups. 


"That’s definitely not a thing,” he shakes his head. 

“I know,” Calum pats his friends shoulder, “I just invented it" 

Calum gestures for Ashton to follow him as he wanders down the middle of the road. Drunk Ashton follows him, more to babysit that participate, going door to door to hear Calum’s odd renditions of anything from Jingle Bells to only the female part of Baby It’s Cold Outside. 

After maybe the 10th house Calum gets a little shakier on his feet and starts to stumble so Ashton links his arm around him, still not much more sober, and partially drags him home. 

"Come on Cal,” Ashton struggles. 

“But I’ve got so much more to give,” he whines clawing to go to the next house but barely able to take a sturdy step. 

“No you don’t our neighbours probably hate us now,” Ashton laughs. 

“Talk for yourself,” Calum manages to say, “I’m a delight" 

It takes the remainder of the night but eventually the duo locate the correct house and get in the front door with minimal harm done. The two fall down onto the sofa where they fall asleep against each other only to be woken by the doorbell for Christmas dinner going the following morning.


snapchat - brodie5sauce               ||                  twitter - teeheebrodie
instagram - brodixm                      ||                  wattpad - makebelievebrodie

Masterlist // Request


Summary: You and Calum have been best friends for as long as you can remember and flashing the light of your rooms has become a signal that you need each other. ((this is a long one guys but I’ve been inactive for like a year so see it as a big comeback lol))

You’re 5 years old and the light flashes twice. You’re already in bed, but not yet asleep, and the flashing lights pull you out of bed and towards the window like an invisible cord. On the opposite side of your window is another window, one belonging to your neighbor. The houses are close together, in your street, and you see the familiar boy standing in front of his window.

“Did you flash the light?” you ask.

“Yes,” Calum answers. “I need to tell you a secret, but you have to promise you won’t laugh.”

You and Calum have been living next to each other your whole lives, and he’s always been your friend. You don’t even remember how you met; you assume you were just babies, because your mom is such good friends with his mom. You just know he’s always been there, and he’s always been nice to you, even though he teases his sister all the time, and surely that grants him the one wish of you not laughing.


“I think there’s a monster in my room.” You notice his voice is shaky.

You frown. “Well, I can’t help you with that. Go tell your mommy and daddy. They can beat it up.” Because at 5 years old, you didn’t think there was any problem out there that couldn’t be fixed by parents.

“I already told them,” Calum says, sounding a bit annoyed with you. As if it’s your fault there’s a monster in his room. “They don’t believe me. They say I just need to go to sleep. But if I go to sleep, the monster could eat me!”

“Leave the lights on,” you offer him. “Monsters don’t like light.” You don’t know if that’s an actual fact, but you’re sure you saw it in a cartoon once.

“Mom would be mad if I left the light on.” Sure enough, Calum’s room, behind him, is dark. After flashing the light, he turned it back off.

You yawn. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it, then.” It’s late, and you just wanna go to bed. Calum never wants to go to bed; you know that, because he always throws a tantrum when his mom tells him it’s bed time. But you like sleeping, because it lets the dreams into your head.

“Come sleep with me.” You look up in surprise, but Calum looks completely serious. “You can come over Mali’s way.”

There’s a plank of wood between your roof and Calum’s. Mali-Koa, his sister, always uses it to sneak over to your house and talk to your sister, Natalie. They’re best friends, just like you and Calum. But you’ve never used the plank, cause you’d have to climb out of your window first, and that seems scary.

You sigh. But he is your best friend. And Natalie once told you that best friends do everything for each other, so you can’t really say no. Very carefully, you swing your leg out of the window.

“Don’t be scared,” says Calum, and you shoot him an angry look.

“You’re the one that’s scared of monsters!”

He doesn’t say anything after that, and just watches you as you slowly but steadily make your way out of your house and onto the plank. As soon as you reach his window, his tiny hands wrap around your arms and help you into his room.

You’re not scared of monsters. You know that if the monster really was dangerous, one of your cartoon hero’s would come to save you. But you’re still a little nervous, so you quickly jump onto the bed.

Everyone knows monsters that live under beds can’t come out from under them.

Calum joins you, a content look on your face. “You know,” he says, “I won’t forget this. You’re gonna be my best friend forever and ever.”

“Yeah,” you smile, “forever and ever.” And you close your eyes.


You’re 7 years old and the light flashes twice. Normally it’s Calum using the emergency call, but this time you have no other option. All you can do is hope he’ll answer.

He does; within seconds he appears in front of his window and opens it. It’s raining, tonight, big droplets of water crashing down onto your roofs.

“What’s wrong?” he says with a worried tone in his voice, when he sees you. You’ve been crying, and your eyes are red and your face is blotched and you can barely get the words out of your mouth.

Keep reading


Hate doesn’t stand a chance, nothing is unachievable, those who say you can’t… Simply just never will