A/N: Worked my butt off. I hope the anon who requested this likes this. And yeah, drop by my ask to request or just talk, about anything. I’ll go do my chemistry homework now. xD Have a great day/night!
You were exhausted. Absolutely fucking exhausted. Every inch of your body ached and how you would kill to get a good massage.
The day had been long and had worn you down to the core. You wanted nothing more than to drink a warm and relaxing cup of tea and collapse into the bed for the day. You wanted to get out of the tight jeans and the crisp white shirt whose collars made your neck feel itchy. You wanted to slip into the pair of lose grey joggers that awaited to provide your legs some comfort. You wanted tear off the white shirt and put on Calum’s rather worn out tee that you had claimed as your own before he went off on tour.
God how fucking tired you were.
And although you wanted to do so many things to just end the night and get some well deserved sleep, you were here at your best friend’s house, watching after her baby while she was out on a date night with her boyfriend.
You would have turned down your friend’s request but you knew how she and her boyfriend had been so busy after the unexpected arrival of a baby that they’d barely gotten some time to themselves. And as Calum was off on tour, you didn’t have anyone to go home to.
Babysitting this little angel wouldn’t really have been a problem if you weren’t about to fall asleep on it. But you had no idea that your boss would make you work off your butt today and ask you to travel around the city from meeting to meeting so much.
So here you were, yawning with your mouth wide open with a half asleep cranky baby in your arms, partially wishing you had said no to your friend in the morning.
Somewhere in between trying to rock the baby to sleep and fetching yourself some water, you found yourself with your phone wedged between your shoulder and your ear, the voice of your boyfriend ringing through your ears.
“Hey babe,” Calum greeted, sounding an awful lot more cheerful than you currently felt.
“Hey,” you greeted back, already feeling your shoulders relax only by his voice. A small smile tugged at your lips for the first time that day.
“You sound tired Y/N, you alright?” He asked. Apart from his voice, you could hear the other boys bickering in the background.
“Yeah,” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “It’s just been a long day. Can’t wait to hit the bed.”
You heard footsteps shuffle on the other side of the line. The voice of the other boys faded in the background and you understood that Calum had probably switched rooms. “Sorry, they were being too noisy.” He said. “You’re still with Kate?”
“Yep, but Y/F/N is going to be back in like ten and then I can go sleep for the rest of my life.”
Calum chuckled in response. “To be honest, you sound as if you actually really need that.”
“It because I’m tired,” you whined, as you sat down on the couch, little Kate right beside you. “Anyway, excited for the show? Speaking of which, aren’t you supposed to be on stage right about now?”
“Just wanted to hear your voice before I did,” he said and you could only imagine him with that satisfied smirk of his.
You chuckled at his cheesiness,”Shut up, Calum. Now go rock the stage! I can’t wait to see the concert pictures.”
“Alright, alright. You get some sleep. I love you, okay?”
“I love you, too.”
As soon as your friend returned you handed over the baby to her, collected your things, pecked your friend on her cheek, bid the little family goodbye and got the hell out of there.
As you opened the door of your car, a loud, long yawn escaped your lips. All you could think of was the cold touch of the bed’s duvet when you would finally climb into your bed changed out of your work clothes.
“Fuck this shit,” you muttered as the car behind you honked yet again. You were stuck in traffic for nearly half an hour now and you couldn’t be closer to losing it. When the car behind you honked again, you turned around, poked your head out of the window and scowled at the driver.
Popping your head back inside, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down. When you opened your eyes again, the red lights were turning green and you heaved a sigh of relief.
You restarted your car as the ones in front of you surged forward. As your feet pressed down on the accelerator your heart was rejoicing. A step closer to home sweet home.
As soon as you’d moved forward, another car sped in from the left side. It hit the car beside you, crashed straight into its side. The loud thunk of metal clanging against metal rang in your ears and your eyes widened as the car that was hit spun into yours. The glass of the window shattered, the shards piercing through your skin. But the pain felt like a haze as the entire car shook, quaking everything inside of you as you hit the curb.
Your heart wasn’t as joyous anymore. It felt heavy, as if everything was collapsing on it. And as chaos broke around you, your breaths became shorter and the world turned darker- bit by bit until the black engulfed your vision.
Calum ran backstage, the screams of the fans still echoing through the stadium. His hands still shook from the adrenaline. He kept his bass by the boxes with Luke and Michael’s guitars and headed off towards the dressing room where the other three had already gone. Calum was pretty satisfied with today’s show. He felt like it had been great. The fans seemed to have the time of their lives too.
When Calum walked into the room, he saw that everyone had a grim face. Luke was frantically running his fingers through hi hair while Michael and Ashton tried to figure what information their tour manager was getting over the phone.
“What’s wrong guys? Why do you all look so worried?” He questioned, grabbing the bottle of water by the dresser.
Nobody had seen the MaorI boy walk in, and when they turned to see him, they all turned a shade paler.
“Guys,” Calum repeated, voice turning conscious as he saw the looks on everyone’s face. “What’s wrong?”
“Calum…” Ashton began. “Calum, Y/N…”
Hearing your name already had Calum panicking. His heart raced and his eyes widened, body turning warm with panic in the worst way.
“Y/N what, Ashton?”
Nobody could bring themselves to say anything. Silence reigned over the room, and the commotion from the stadium buzzed through the room like a low hum.
“Y/N what, Ashton?” Calum roared this time.
Their tour manager, Jeff, was finally off the phone, stepping in front of him. “Y/N is in the hospital. She got into an accident and is still unconscious.”
It was like the entire world collapsed on his shoulders. The room around him spun and tears blurred his vision. His breaths grew sharper as he waited for someone around him to deny what had just been said. But no one said a word.
Michael cautiously approached Calum, hands reaching out to steady him. “Dude, you alright?”
Calum nodded, roughly pushing off his friend’s hand. He turned to the manager. “When did you find out?”
“About ten minu-”
“Ten fucking minutes and you tell me now?” He yelled, the vein on his neck popping into prominence.
“You were on stage, and you were about to come off so I just waited,” Jeff explained.
“You waited? Why the hell would you wait? My girlfriend is in the hospital! Do you even understand?” Calum was screaming at the top of his lungs. Anger, anxiety, paranoia and sadness gushing through his veins all at the same time.
“I need tickets back to the city,” he said, turning away from the manager to look around for his phone.
“Jeff, get us all tickets now. The fans will understand.” Luke said, cutting off further arguments.
Calum was on the way to the hospital as soon as they had reached the airport. He didn’t wait for his luggage, couldn’t give two shits about it as he pushed through the crowds to get into the cab he’d booked.
As Calum stepped into the hospital, the glass doors parting automatically for him, the smell of iodoform and antiseptic filled his senses. His heart felt like it was in his throat and he was sure he was about to puke, He felt terrified. He feared the absolute worst. But he couldn’t even begin to fathom what it would be like to lose the love of his life. No, no. He couldn’t think about this.
He stopped right in front of the reception desk. “Y/N Y/L/N, please.” He infromed the lady.
“I’m sorry, sir, but only family is allowed.”
Calum scowled. “Cut the shit, please. I’m her fucking boyfriend.”
“Sir, this is a strict policy-”
“I don’t give a fuck about your policy. I just need to see my girlfriend! Why is that so hard for you to understand?” He said through gritted teeth.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. Luke pulled him away from the reception desk while Ashton did the talking.
“I just… I need to see her, Luke.” Calum confessed, his voice quivering with emotion.
His tall blonde friend, pulled him into a tight hug. He let Calum cry silently into his neck, tears flowing down his pale skin.
“Calum, I called Y/F/N. She’s in the room with Y/N. She’s coming down right now.” Michael said, giving the Maori boy a soft, encouraging smile.
Through the constant buzz of the crowd in the hospital, Y/F/N came running down. When her eyes fell on Calum, she hurried towards him, engulfing him in a hug. “Thank god, you’re here. She’s upstairs. She’s stable.”
Without paying any heed to whatever the receptionist was saying, the boys followed Y/F/N.
The first thing you heard as you slipped in and out of consciousness was the steady beep of the heart rate monitor. When you were slightly more anchored, you heard Michael’s voice. “No, no. No she’s alright. Yeah, Mrs. Y/LN, we’ll keep you updated. Calum’s right here. He fell asleep. He’s pretty shaken. Yes. Got it. 5 am.”
You slowly opened your eyes, your pupils taking time to adjust to the bright light. Your throat felt drier than the desert and you ached for a sip of water. As you turned your head to the left to check for a glass of water, you could see a head with black hair resting by your pillow.
You smiled, emotions tugging at your heart as you lifted your hand to see if he was really there. Your palm met his soft, black curls- a delusional hum of content left the asleep boy’s lips.
“Looks like you’re up,” Ashton’s face popped into view.
“You guys are actually here,” you croaked out.
Luke and Michael leaned over the other side with Y/F/N. “Alive and in flesh,” Luke said.
You managed to cough out a laugh. Beneath your touch, Calum stirred, slowly rising. A yawn left his lips and his eyes widened when he saw you were up
You smiled. “Hi, there love. You’re back early.”
Tears pooled in Calum’s eyes. “Baby,” he whimpered. In a second his arms were around you, face buried in the crook of your neck.
‘Woah, easy tiger.” You winced at the sudden pressure.
Calum immediately unwrapped himself from you. “Shit, fuck, sorry.”
The others cleared the room, Ashton muttering something about “giving them some time to themselves” as he led the others outside. You shifted, patting the side of the bed, inviting him to join you.
When Calum shook his head no you pouted. “Why not? I just want some cuddles.”
“Don’t want to hurt you,” he said, shaking his had again.
You rolled your eyes. “You’re hurting me by refusing a cuddle, get your hot ass on the bed.”
Calum laughed as he got up, lifting your blanket up to settle in beside you. “Only you, Y/N. Only you.”
He lay on his side, an arm underneath your head as his eyes decided to run all over your face. His other hand was in your hair, often slipping down to your face to caress your cheek. You leaned into the familiar touch of his calloused fingers, humming in contentment.
He didn’t rush you when you told him what had happened and choked on your words. He wiped the tears off your face with his thumbs and held his own back. Kisses were shared, reassurances exchanged. Throughout the night he held onto you, afraid you were going to slip away. You held right on back, not even beginning to grasp what it would currently feel like if the roles were switched.
“I was so afraid I would lose you,” he mumbled into your hair. “I never want to feel like that again. I was losing my fucking mind, Y/N.”
“I’m still here, aren’t I? I won’t ever leave you, even when you want me to.” You mumbled into his chest, your fingers tracing the tattoo on his bicep.
“I wouldn’t want you to leave me,” he said immediately.
“I’m just saying. I love you too much.”
“I love you way too much too,” he said. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then made his way to your nose, cheeks, every inch of your face before finally pecking your lips, his soft pink ones brushing against yours.
He smiled into the kiss when he heard you let out a soft giggle.
He couldn’t even begin to imagine life without that sweet sound. He couldn’t imagine a life without you.