He Sees Your Tumblr
I am making some pancakes on a Sunday morning, Calum sitting at the counter with my laptop. He asked me if he could borrow my laptop since his phone is completely out of charge (he forgot to charge it last night). I said yes because I didn’t want to hear him whine about how far his laptop was, which is literally a two second walk.
He can be quite lazy.
As I wait for the pancake to cook, I watch Calum’s eyebrows going funny. He laughs at something and I don’t bother to ask him why, he is always laughing at something he just read on the internet. I can’t blame him because I do the same.
“Oh my God,” he mumbles.
I raise my eyebrows at him but he is too concentrated to even look at him. I turn my attention back to my pancakes. I place two on a plate and walk behind Calum to put his plate just beside him. He doesn’t even thank me or look at his pancakes, he just keeps looking at my laptop. I wrap my arms around his naked torso and lay my head on his shoulder.
I can see he is on Tumblr but suddenly I feel like the edits and the posts are all too familiar.
That’s my tumblr.
“Calum!” I shout.
He laughs as he takes my laptop in his hands and start to run. I start to run after him, he can’t see all the things I reposted.
Calum stops and stands up on the couch as he reads a post I reposted earlier in the week, “Calum’s arms are just life omg wow” he laughs and I feel my cheeks getting red as I remember the picture with that caption.
“Calum, give me my laptop!” I whine.
He chuckles, “Nope, this is way too funny!”
I shake my head no,“ It’s not… I’m just being nice to your fans. They asked me to follow them,” I explain.
“But they didn’t ask to repost their posts, did they?” He smirks.
I sigh, “Calum…”
He grins at me, “That’s so funny.”
I stand up on the couch and furiously take my laptop before going back in the kitchen. I close my laptop and go flip another pancake.
Calum comes back from the living room with a big smile.
“Don’t be mad, Y/N,” he says and I don’t reply.
He looks at me, waiting for me to say something. Sighing, he comes closer to me and wraps his arms around me as he back hug me. He kisses my neck slowly, knowing I love when he does this.
“Sorry,” he murmurs between two kisses.
I sigh. “It’s just so embarrassing,” I say as I hide my face in his chest. I giggle some nervous giggles and he laughs.
“I find it cute,” he says.