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Anon- can you pls write a calum hood one where y/n is one of the crew members and she goes out to smoke and calum follows her, just to tell her that she’s too beautiful to hurt herself like that. they both end up in calum’s hotel room and they just sleep and calum tells her she loves her.
You had a smoking problem. It wasn’t as bad as some people, you only did tobacco cigarettes because you were a crew member of the legendary band, 5 Seconds of Summer. If you were caught using drugs, you were fired on the spot, 5SOS’s manager didn’t want them involved in that kind of behavior. Anyways, you were called roadies and your job included being a guitar technician, your specialty being in the bass, so you were always fixing and setting up Calum’s guitar since he always, always, messed up his guitar or ‘forgot’ to set it up. Today, he broke two of the strings and completely tore apart the guitar strap somehow. After you replaced the strings and the strap, you gave the repaired guitar to Calum, telling him not to ruin it again or you might not be able to fix it before their concert starts. After you gave Calum the guitar, you quickly excused yourself outside to smoke. As soon as you got out the door, you quickly pulled out your cigarette pack and your lighter and scrambled to light one. Before you could take a puff, Calum bursted through the exit door to see you smoking. He was about to say something before he saw what was in your hand, then he started walking toward you. You were so shocked that you didn’t react when he swatted the cigarette out of your hand and grasped your shoulders shaking you into reality.
“What are you doing? Smoking is so bad for you! Give me your cigarette pack and you lighter now before I take it myself.”
“No, this is mine! Why should I give you this?” You yelled as you waved your pack around.
“Because.” His voice quieted down, and his hands dropped to his sides.
“’Because’ what? Why is it so important that I stop smoking?” Your volume was dropping, but your tone was still very clear; annoyed.
“Because you’re too beautiful to harm yourself like this.” Calum’s voice was now reduced to even-less-than a whisper.
“What?” You said, not believing what he said.
“You heard me, and after the concert find me. I’m going to watch you to make sure you don’t smoke.” By the tone of his voice, you knew he wouldn’t let you refuse.
“Okay.” This was all that you said before rushing inside, the tension between you two was unbearable, and you didn’t want to see him look at you like he was concerned, because he wasn’t. You knew it.
After the concert
The concert felt like it went in slow motion, your head buzzing with calum’s words; “you’re too beautiful”. Yeah, right. As if I was supposed to believe him, he probably was just saying that to get you to stop. You were able to smother the smell by using an odor absorbing perfume that had little smell, so did Calum know about this before hand?
After the last song was over, the band headed backstage to cool down before heading to their hotels to relax. Calum handed you his guitar and gave you a meaningful glance, almost to say that he remembers their incident and didn’t forget that he was supposedly watching me. I looked down at the guitar and gasped. The guitar’s strings were all snapped. After thoroughly examining the strings, you realized Calum had cut them with a blade of some sort- you didn’t go to college for nothing. You went over to Calum and asked him why he cut his strings. You had a pretty good idea, but you just wanted confirmation. He told you that he wanted an excuse for you to come to his hotel; he wanted to know how you repair the guitar for some odd reason. When you asked him why he wanted you at his hotel, he looked at you and you had an ‘ah ha!’ moment and everything fell into place. You had time to repair one strings before we had to leave the concert area, and that left you plenty of time to fix his guitar, with no time to smoke. For a bonus, Calum could actually learn something via repetition (though, clearly he was lying, he could obviously fix his own guitar, he was just too lazy to admit it). “Brilliant” you murmured as you wandered off to find your tool kit.
You had barely enough time to change one string before you had to pack up and get ready to go. You had planned on spending the rest of the night in your car, fixing strings and tuning, and then, finally, rest. The idea of rest was so nice it made you want to curl up in a blanket and sleep for a week. But, you had responsibilities, and the band came first. On your way to your car, Calum surprised you and dragged you to the tour bus that was about to leave to go to the hotel.
“Calum, I can’t just leave my car in the parking lot.”
“Oh yeah. Then I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere y/n.” Calum ran off to the tour bus and told the driver something and ran back.
“Ok, let’s go, I’m driving with you.”
“No, I’m coming whether you like it or not.” You finally gave up and cleared out the passenger seat because it was cluttered with all the songs you’ve written over the years. Calum wrote most of the songs in the band, so he recognized this immediately.He grabbed a paper and read some lyrics before I snatched them out of his hand. He smirked and helped me put the guitar in the back seat. I started driving and turned on the music and oops, my 5SOS track was still playing. Heartbreak Girl started blasting and it made Calum jump, earning a laugh from you. After he got oriented, he started singing his song, his angel-like voice radiating over the recorded voice of himself. He said one verse particularly louder and bolder.
“I gotta get it through your head, that you could be with me instead” You could feel him staring at you, but you ignored him, trying to keep your eyes on the road. He was probably just trying to make sure you didn’t sneak a smoke by him or something.
When you got to the hotel, you grabbed one song that was still in the process of being finished, a pencil, Calum’s guitar, your tool kit, and your suitcase. It was fairly light, since all you were allowed to war were khaki’s and a uniform t-shirt. You had only a few different tops and shorts, just in case you had to go anywhere. You gave this and the paper to Calum, knowing he was exhausted from the concert. You followed him up to his hotel room where he locked himself in the bathroom. It took you about 3 seconds to realize he still had your song. You immediately tried to pick the lock, but to no avail. You went back to fixing his guitar, giving up on getting your song back before Calum read every word it contained. A few minutes later, Calum emerged from the bathroom, a smug smile on his face. He sat next to you, asking to help fix the guitar. With two people fixing at once, it might help get this done quicker, so you said yes. Unfortunately, you were wrong. You both needed the same space, materials , and guitar at the same time. But Calum didn’t seem bothered at all. He meant to do this, to take even more time away from smoking.God, was he clever.
It took almost 2 hours to re-string, and you were exhausted. You went to the bathroom to change, taking your song with you this time. When you had changed, you took a look at your song, and something was off. Something was written in marker in the margins. You couldn’t read it, so you went to ask Calum, who was softly playing his guitar to the melody of your song. He took a picture of the song, and was playing it on his song. He hadn’t realized you were there, and as you got closer you realized he was singing the song, ad libbing to make the song fit a guy’s perspective. When you stood next to him he jumps, startled. not even knowing you were there.
“What did you write on my song?”
“Then what’s this?”, showing Calum the black ink in the margins. He squinted, then laughed at his own handiwork.
“An invitation to one of Calum’s famous… pillow fights!” He yelled the last part, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at you before grabbing another one, swinging in your direction, missing you by a mile.
“You’ll never get me!” You said as you ran around the room giggling at the sight before your eyes. Calum tripped, 3 times, over his pillow, the bed, and then your suitcase. You took your chance, slamming Calum with the pillow several times, him not being able to touch you. After he righted himself, he went after you in a bee-line, jumping over the chair and rolling over the bed. He stop right in front of you, dropped his pillow, and started tickling you. He figured it out right away that your most ticklish spot was your abdomen. You tried escaping him, only to trip and fall on the bed. Calum didn't’t stop tickling you until his fingers were tired. He let you catch your breath, then said something that took away your breath yet again.
“I love you y/n.” He said, almost a whisper.
“You heard me.”
“No you don’t, don’t be silly.”
“I know you don’t love me right now.”
“Because of this.” He held up your lighter and your cigarette pack, it was supposed to be in your sweatshirt pocket, but Calum probably got it during the tickle attack.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing” Calum got up and opened the window. He looked down and threw both items in the bushes, 5 stories below him.
“Noooo! Calum you idiot.”
“Told you that you wouldn’t love me currently.”
“You are wrong.” And with that you threw yourself onto him, crashing your lips onto his. The moment lasted until you had to breathe.
“I’ll sleep on the couch.” You offered, taking a pillow and placing it on the couch and laying down with your song in hand.
“Not happening.” He laid you down on the mattress and cleared everything off of it.
“Calum, you don’t have to do this-”
“Yeah, I do.”
The next morning
You woke up and found Calum cuddled up beside you. You relaxed and drifted back to sleep. You woke up again to find that Calum left a note, saying to look underneath your pillow. You look to see another note saying ‘Calum’s Girl’ with a picture of you attached to the note. You laughed and then heard the song’s melodies again, and Calum’s voice accompanying it. You started singing along. When the song was over, Calum smiled at you.
“So is that a ‘yes’?”
“One condition, though.”
“No smoking, ever.”
A/N: Hope you guys like this requested one-shot, sorry if it’s really bad I had to rush to get this finished, sorry that it’s really long! Also, I’m uploading this tonight because I might not be able to upload anything tomorrow. :( XoXo -xxpeace-outxx (x)< ask box