Shower Talk (Calum Imagine)
“Stop trying to start a fight, Y/N,” he said coldly.
You whirled around to face him. “I’m not trying to start anything, Calum!”
“Then why are you yelling?”
Taking a deep breath, you tried to control your voice. “All I’m saying is that I thought we’d be spending more time together since you’re only home for a few weeks. We’re supposed to be best friends.”
He shook his head and flung his jacket over his shoulder. “I’m late to meet up with the guys. We can talk about this later.”
“Oh my God, this is exactly what I’m talking about!”
He just looked at you. “See you later,” he finally said, and headed for the front door of your apartment.
“You’ve changed,” you muttered softly.
Turning back to look at you, he opened his mouth to speak, then seemed to think better of it. He walked out the door, shutting it with a click.
“Ugh,” you said to yourself, collapsing back onto the couch. You couldn’t believe him. It had taken him five days to make time to see you, and even still, he had only been at your place for half an hour before storming out. You weren’t an idiot, you knew where he was going every night. You saw all the pictures online of some girls draped over his arm, always with a drink in his hand. He’d always been pretty wild, but even you couldn’t have predicted all of the partying. The rockstar lifestyle was clearly going to his head.
You made yourself dinner and ate it alone, watching a whale documentary that you had planned to watch with him. It was hard to stay focused on the whales, though, when you felt like your friendship was crumbling and there was nothing to do about it. Were you being uptight about it? You didn’t think so, but clearly he did.
Heading for the bathroom, you closed the door behind you and stripped off your clothing as the shower’s steam began to fill up the room. You stepped beneath the stream and immediately felt more relaxed, the tension leaving your muscles as the warm water cascaded over your back. You sighed, closing your eyes and just allowing yourself to feel calmed.
And then someone was barging into the bathroom, shouting your name. You shrieked and looked desperately around for something in the shower to defend yourself with.
“Y/N, Y/N, it’s me,” the voice said.
“Yeah, it’s me,” he said again over the running water.
You took a deep breath and leaned against the shower tiles. “Jesus, Cal, when I gave you a spare key I didn’t think you’d barge in on me while I’m showering.”
“Sorry about that,” he said.
“Don’t let it happen again. Now get out.”
“I need to talk to you.”
“It can wait until I’m not naked.”
“No it can’t.
“Yes it can, Cal,” you said, poking your head out from behind the shower curtain to find him standing awkwardly by the sink, his hands behind is back. “Now get the fuck out of here,” you continued.
He raised an eyebrow. “No, not until we sort this out.”
You closed the curtain once more, now talking directly to the shower tiles. “Sort what out?” you asked.
“You know what I’m talking about,” he said. You didn’t reply, still staring stubbornly at the white shower tiles. “Fine,” he finally said after a few long moments of silence. “I’m coming in there and we’re talking about this.”
You almost called his bluff, but then you heard the sounds of him removing his shoes. Not knowing what to do, you still stared at those tiles until the shower curtain was pulled back and he stepped inside with you, fully clothed save for his shoes and socks. You immediately crossed your arms over your chest.
But when he looked at you, he directly met your eyes. “You were right,” he said, evidently not caring that his t-shirt and jeans were getting soaked.
“I haven’t been spending enough time with you.”
“Yeah, and I’m sorry.”
“Come on, Y/N, stop giving me the cold shoulder here. I’m trying to do the right thing. I’m standing in your shower apologising.”
You sighed. “Alright, jeez. What made you have this sudden change of heart?”
“I was driving downtown and I was just thinking and I kind of realised… I’ve been in such a bad mood all week and it’s because we haven’t been talking as much. And I hate that. It’s the worst.”
He ran a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated. “Because you’re my best friend.”
Finally, you said, “I forgive you, Cal. Thanks. But next time, can we maybe hang out somewhere that isn’t my shower?”
He smiled. “Maybe. I’m not sure, though, I’m liking the view,” he said, glancing down for the first time then back up at you.
You almost smacked him. “You’re a fuckboy, now get out,” you said, opening the shower curtain for him
“Wait, can I kiss you first?” he asked, still grinning that cocky grin.
Your jaw dropped. “No, fuck you.”
But he kissed you anyway, quickly and lightly, both of your lips wet from the shower. The kiss shocked you, left you speechless as he pulled away, smiled that arrogant smile once more, and stepped out of the shower. “I’ll be waiting out there,” he called to you. You heard the door close, then there was just the sound of the running water, now going cold. Then, inexplicably, you felt yourself smile.