can you write a calum imagine with 29 and 33 please:))
29. “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”
33. “I missed something, didn’t I?”
If this situation happened with anyone else, you probably would have been out the door within half a second. But because it was Calum and because he was your best friend and because he was drunk out of his mind, you stayed. Of course… It wasn’t like you really had a choice. Calum’s hold on you once he pulled you down on top of him after you’d helped him into bed was probably the tightest he’d ever held onto you.
“Calum!” you scolded, propping yourself up on your forearms so you could see his face. He was blatantly staring at your lips – but if that wasn’t already enough to get your heart racing, him speaking definitely would have done the job.
“Do you want to kiss as badly as I do right now?” he murmured.
“I’ll go find someone for you to kiss then,” you replied, trying to get off of him but only to have him hold you even tighter.
“Why would you go find someone when you’re already right here?” he countered.
Calum reached up but you turned your head at the last second, causing his lips to hit your cheek. He frowned, finally letting go of you. Once you got off of him, he turned so his back was facing you, an unmistakable pout on his lips.
“I get it,” he mumbled under his breath, “You don’t want to kiss me; I’m not good enough.”
“I do want to kiss you, Calum,” you informed him, “But you’re drunk and I’m not going to right now. If you still want to kiss me when your breath doesn’t smell like six different types of alcohol and chasers, then we can talk.” You leaned down to place your palm in front of his stomach so you could press your lips to his cheekbone. “Night, Cal,” you whispered in his ear before standing back upright and leaving the room.
The next morning, you woke up in a bed you knew wasn’t yours. Of course, it didn’t take you long to realize that you’d only gone into Ashton’s room since he was passed out on the couch with a couple other frat guys, so you weren’t too worried – plus, Ashton would have been incredibly upset with you if you hadn’t taken his unoccupied bed anyway. You blinked a few times after rubbing your eyes to get used to the sunlight coming through Ashton’s window, then got up to start your day of taking care of the whiny frat boys who would soon wake up and start complaining about their hangovers.
You got up, made Ashton’s bed – you did sleep in it after all – and made your way out of the room. You rolled your eyes at the empty solo cups and beer bottles littering the upstairs hallway – you couldn’t imagine what the downstairs looked like if the upstairs looked like this – and quietly padded to Calum’s bedroom door. You opened it as quietly as you could, wanting to both check on him as well as get something to change into before you started making breakfast for everyone.
Calum, of course, wasn’t awake yet, so you sneaked in to steal a t-shirt from his dresser along with the shorts of yours that always stayed in the house since you slept over so much. You looked over your shoulder – Calum was usually a heavy sleeper, so you opted to just change right there, quickly putting your shorts on and slipping your dress off before putting the shirt on as well. You then put your dress on his desk chair and left the room to head down to the kitchen and start cooking.
By the time you were finishing making breakfast, the smell of the food had woken up all the boys – who were now congregated in the kitchen waiting around and talking. Ashton insisted on helping you out despite his massive headache, only making you giggle when he informed you that the sizzling bacon was ‘too loud’. You shoved him away from the stove, telling him to get some painkillers and sit down – that you’d bring a plate to him when it was done. He only returned to where you were standing, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and murmured a ‘thank you’ in your ear, making you smile and roll your eyes.
“I missed something, didn’t I?” you heard someone trail off softly as they approached you, knowing the moment they started speaking that it was Calum.
“Missed what?” you asked, looking over your shoulder before turning back to the stove so you didn’t burn yourself or the food.
“You and Ashton…”
“What’s going on between me and Ashton?” you asked curiously, genuinely not knowing what he was talking about.
“You tell me,” he returned, “He was the one with his arms around your waist and kissing you.”
“Ash is just a friend, Cal – you know that,” you sighed – he always got so jealous when another one of his brothers even looked at you for too long. When he didn’t say anything else, you looked at him once again, finding a look on his face that you only saw when he was really thinking about something. “Calum!” you said, knocking him out of his daydream so he’d look at you, “You okay?”
“Do you-” He cleared his throat a bit. “Do you remember anything I said last night?”
“I wasn’t drinking, Cal,” you reminded him, turning back to the stove, “I remember everything you said last night.”
“I’m sorry if I made it awkward…” he whispered shyly. You didn’t respond – you only posed a question of your own.
“Do you remember anything I said last night?” you asked. You felt him come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist – much like Ashton had a few minutes prior – pulling you back against his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“I remember everything you said last night,” he repeated your words, making you laugh lightly.
“Then I’m sure you remember what I said about your breath smelling like alcohol,” you commented, laying your head on his shoulder so you could kiss his cheek.
“Y/N, I’ve waited for three years to hear you say you’d kiss me and, to be honest, I don’t know if I can wait any longer,” he told you as you took the last of the bacon out of the pan and put it onto the plate with the rest of them.
You turned off the burner and then turned in Calum’s arms, grabbing his cheeks and pulling his face to yours. The sigh of relief he let out made you smile, the tightening hold on your waist making you giggle.
“Guys, check it out!” you heard someone whisper with a smile, motioning toward you. When the boys looked over and realized you and Calum were kissing, you heard another collective sigh of relief.