“You never went to your Prom??” // Calum Hood

You and Calum were enjoying a quiet Saturday spring morning on your tiny apartment couch as he drank his morning coffee while you scroll through Instagram and Twitter. You smile as you look through the trending prom tags and see all the gorgeous girls getting ready for their high school dance with their beautiful gowns, hair, and makeup. Calum catches your look of adoration at your phone screen and pulls you into his arms, “What are you smiling at baby? Did your favorite puppy account post something?” He looks down to see your phone as if waiting for you to show him and you chuckle. “No, I’m just looking at prom pictures.” He kisses your temple before leaning his forehead against it an asks “So how has yours?” Your eyebrows come together “My prom? I didn’t go?” Calum leans back from you to properly see your face and gives you a confused look “You never went to your Prom??” You puff out air from your chest with an awkward smile “So? You didn’t go to yours?” He gives you a look of genuine disbelief. “Yeah, because I kinda dropped out of school to make a music career. What’s your excuse?” You turn your phone off and look down at your hands with a shrug. “I never got asked, I didn’t have anyone to go with.” After hearing that, Calum was far too dumbfounded and had to put down his coffee to properly wrap you in his arms. “How the hell. Did you never get asked? I’ve seen your high school yearbooks, you never had an awkward puberty stage- you were stunning.” You laugh and shake your head. “I’m serious! The guys at your school had to have been blind or stupid. No, this is unacceptable. You’re going to have a prom.” You sit up to turn to face him with a sideways smile and a raised eyebrow. “What are you talking about, we can’t relive my senior year so that you can be my prom date.” Calum shakes his head and sits up. “No, I’m going to make our very own prom. We’ll have a theme and take cheesy prom pictures and have music we actually listen to and everything.” His idea was crazy but sounded lovely, so you couldn’t stop smiling. “Where are we going to have it, here in the apartment?” Calum doesn’t take long to reply “Why not? We could decorate it in streamers and lights and drapes and balloons, it’ll look fuckin awesome.” You laugh, this adorable act of love from your boyfriend was ridiculous. “Plus, I’m pretty sure every woman deserves a day to feel like an absolute princess. I’ll pay to get your hair done, get someone to pamper you up and do your makeup and nails and shit, I’ll buy you a dress-” Your eyes widen and you stop him “Calum! No! You can’t do that, I won’t let you. Besides, you make me feel like a princess every day.” He gives you a kiss before continuing “Then let me give you a royal treatment and make my Princess, a Prom Queen.” Tears threaten to escape your eyes, you pull him by the collar of his shirt to bring his lips to yours. “You’re insane, I fucking love you so much.”

“Damn it, you moose!” you muttered under your breath. Time and time again, Sam left his gigantor shoes in the middle of the room.  He’d just take them off anywhere it stuck his fancy.  Hallways.  The middle of the kitchen.  The bunker library.

And every fucking time you tripped over them.  Every.  Single.  Time.  It made your blood boil.  “Stupid giant feet,” you raged.  Looking up, you caught Dean’s eye.  The grin on his face stopped you dead in your tracks.  

“You know what, kid?” Dean says.  “You’re freaking adorable when you’re mad.”

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