Me: *smiling sheepishly*
Mum: Why are you smiling? Are you texting your boyfriend?
My head: No, mum. I am reading about a boy who’s getting fucked and spanked by his daddy. I don’t need a straight boy to make me happy.
Summary:He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?
“What do you mean your phone has no battery?” Calum
exclaims, his voice taking a slightly hysteric edge.
“How is it my fault?”
You’re trying, you’re really trying to be calm and collected
here, but it’s difficult when you’re stuck in an elevator in a random mall
somewhere in France with an internationally acclaimed bassist who has millions
of fans all over the world, a show he needs to be at in a couple of hours, and
who’s also your boss. And who seems to be claustrophobic.
“Couldn’t you have charged it?”
“Calum I was literally walking down the corridor to talk to
Ricardo when you dragged me away. I couldn’t possibly have known anything like
this would happen. If you want to blame someone, you’re the one who doesn’t even
have a phone on you!”
“I told you, I was pranked! The boys stole my phone away, that’s
the entire reason you’re the one I chose to accompany me here!”
“Jesus,” you groan as you sit down on the floor.
“What are we gonna do? What about the fans? What if no one
realizes we’re in here and we die alone? What if–” he rambles, eyes wide.
“Calum it’s fine,” you say in a desperate attempt to be
reassuring. “You boys are practically attached to the hip, they’re gonna
realize you’re gone in no time.”
“But what if they think I’m so mad I needed more time alone?
What if they think the two of us disappeared together to fuck and they’re
leaving us to it?”
“Wow you really do have an active imagination,” you comment,
your eyebrows shooting up.
Not that you’ve never thought of Calum that way, considering
his talent and his face and just–well, you know, but you’ve barely ever
interacted. You just make sure his bass is in top form before he goes on stage.
You were actually surprised he even knew your name when he enrolled
you in his let’s-buy-cake-and-then-not-share-with-the-boys revenge mission.
You sigh. And look where it’s brought you.
To make matters worse, the lights flicker once and go out.
Calum actually whimpers. You fidget, uncomfortable for the first time. You’ve
never been one for dark places.
“If I had known embarking on a world tour with one of the
main pop-rock bands ever would end up this way…” you trail off.
“Don’t say ‘end this way’, you’re only making it worse. Now I’m
about 73% percent sure I’m going to die here, alone and in the dark.”
“You are so dramatic.”
“Well excuse me while I panic,” he snaps, but the effect is
ruined as you’re fairly sure his voice is an entire pitch higher than usual.
You sigh, rub your forehead.
“Look, Calum, people saw us leave the hotel, it’s only a
matter of time before they go looking for us, and this place is just down the
street from it. Besides the shop has probably realized there’s a problem with
the electricity and is repairing it as we speak. It’ll be fine.”
The unspoken ‘I hope’ stretches in the silence. You hear
more than see Calum drop down to the floor next to you. He lets out a careful
“Okay. It’ll be fine.”
He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself, but at least
he’s not on the verge of an anxiety attack any more.
“I really, really hate being trapped in small spaces.”
A ‘no kidding’ teeters on the tip of your tongue, but maybe
now isn’t the time to get sassy. Instead, you offer:
“I don’t like the dark.”
There’s a shuffle and a hand intertwines itself in yours.
You let out a half-chuckle and squeeze his hand.
“How about you tell me some funny stories about your band
mates? Then I can make fun of them when we get back and that can be your
That elicits a small laugh from Calum, and you count it as a
victory. And so the waiting for a rescue mission begins, and the darkness doesn’t
feel as terrible when silence is replaced by a particularly horrific story
about Luke’s teenage awkwardness.
Everyone’s soulmate connection kicked in the exact moment they turned 20. Each couple had a unique connection, and once they had it, nobody else could have it for another hundred years. Therefor, it was rare that anyone understood what was happening when they got their connection. Although, for many people it was easy to identify what the writing on their arm was or who’s voice was suddenly in their thoughts. For you though, things always proved to be more difficult.
Request: “Would you like an award for that” with sassy Calum Summary: your old friend somehow manages to be simultaneously way too sassy and entirely cute
“I can’t believe you just said this,” Calum gasps in
Deeming that this doesn’t deserve a response, you just chuck
one of his old socks at his face. He ducks and laughs.
“Your aim really hasn’t improved much, has it?”
“Well excuse me if while you were busy being a child on your
world tour, I didn’t have time to practice hurling things at people because I was
busy having an actual job you know? Doing actual responsible adult things?”
“Wow.” Calum deadpans. “Would
you like an award for that?”
You throw the other sock. This time it hits him in the chest
and makes a wounded sound, clutching his hands over his chest.
“What…what have you done?” He rasps.
He falls to his knees, raising a lone hand towards the sky,
saying a dramatic “why hath thou forsaken me?” before dropping to the ground
“Ugh,” you throw yourself back on the sofa, “I killed Calum
Hood? What am I going to say to your fans?”
“It doesn’t matter what you say,” Calum raises his head, a
strange light in his eyes, “they will find you, and they will murder you in
your sleep. Especially once they find out that you like the Star Wars prequels
better than the original trilogy. No but seriously, I’ve erased you from my
will just now. Disowned you.”
“Hm. Well I guess that defeats the purpose of killing you.”
“Grave tactical error there,” Calum agrees with a grin.
You smile at him fondly as he sits on the couch next to you.
It’s strange to think of the young, scrawny boy you used to be friends with when
you see him now, all tattooed muscles and talent and confidence. He’s even lost
his Australian accent.
But then again, he’s as goofy and ridiculous as he always
was. Maybe stardom just gave him an opportunity to become more him.
You lean over to ruffle his hair, and he grabs on to you
like a fucking koala. You miss the hell out of him constantly, but he deserves
this. You’re happy for him. And it’s not like you never see him, he’s always
inviting you over to LA or whatever exotic place he’s taking a vacation in when
But now he’s come home for Christmas and you get him just
for yourself a couple of days. No sharing with fans or fancy models, just him
and you and–
“Rogue One?” He questions, hooking his chin on your hip.
“I haven’t watched it.”
“Oh my god! We’re watching it now!”
He jumps up and grabs his laptop, quickly finding the movie
on some website. As the beginning credits start to roll, you can’t help the
stupid feeling that grows in your chest because he’s so soft and warm as he
gets back on the sofa and drapes himself over you so you’re almost spooning
“Big baby,” you whisper under your breath.
“Psshhh, you love me.”
“Definitely,” you say, with much less sarcasm in your voice
than you intended, and Calum is silent for a couple of moments before grabbing
your hand in his and squeezing it.
Summary: Nyla thought a trip to Bali with her best friend was all she needed to escape her problems but she didn’t know that things are always complicated. Even in a tropical destination with your best friends, things can get pretty heated. In good ways and in bad.
A/N: I did say this in my previous post but this fanfic is really long and it’s kinda crappy buuut there’s some cute Michael fluff and smut in here so if you hate most of it I hope you like the fluff + smut. Also the way Crystal is written in this book is no way what I think of her in real life, I think her and Michael are really cute and I do ship them together as a couple.