// GA concerts with Calum //
General admission concert with Calum, where you’re pressed together from everyone else around you and being ok with it. Where he’s got an arm around your waist and a beer in the other hand in the air as he sings his heart out with the band on stage. Where he makes sure to hold your hand so that you don’t get pushed or pulled away from him. Where you can taste salt from the sweat on his skin when you kiss his neck. Where he takes several videos throughout the concert of you jumping around while holding his hand as you sing at the top of your lungs. Where you make your way to the back of the crowd to breathe when it gets too hot. Where he shakes off his jacket and takes off your flannel to cool down. Where he lifts you up onto his shoulders so that you can see. Where the two of you pass back and forth his bottle of beer until you finish it and raise the empty glass in the air. Where you would have the best nights of your life, with him.
Thunder cracked and rain hit the window so hard I sprung up from my bed, clutching the navy silk sheets in the unfamiliar bed. I was tired. Exhausted actually. I loved spending time with him, but at this point, I just wanted to be in my own bed, surrounded by my own friends. Touring would be more fun if I was the one getting the thrill from performing on stage every night, thousands of voices screaming my name. But I was only on the sidelines. I would get hugs, and I would get girls asking for pictures. Only later to see them spread across twitter later with nasty messages attached to a photo of my smiling face. I loved the fans, I loved how welcoming so many of them were, especially when they got to know me better. I loved sitting with them and talking to them and helping them get backstage and upgrading seats. Security would always roll their eyes when I begged to let just one more person into the pit. I knew what it was like, fangirling. I was that girl. I was the ultimate fangirl. I still am, but now I’m actually dating him. So it’s the least I could do.
I moved my hand out to feel for his body in the bed but was met with those goddamn navy sheets and nothing else. I sighed and got up, swinging my feet over the side of the bed and checking my glowing phone. Another late night, be back soon. Promise. xMAn even louder sigh escaped my lips as I got up and walked into the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face and examining my tired features. The bags under my eyes, darker than ever. Maybe it wasn’t just the lack of sleep in hotel bed after hotel bed. Maybe it was this lifestyle. It wasn’t made for me. I’m not a rockstar. I can’t drink every night. I can’t spend time with fake ass people all day. I can’t keep up a fake smile when all I want to do is frown. I wanted nothing more than to just spend a night with Michael back in my hometown, take him to all the places I used to go as a teenager, then come back to my own bed in my tiny little apartment and sleep on his chest. I wanted to actually get to spend time with him. Alone.
I pulled on one of his jean jackets that was slumped over a chair and slid my shoes on, shoving the hotel key in the back pocket of my pants and stumbling out the hotel door and into the hallway. Almost immediately after the click on the door, the door beside me opened to reveal a grumpy and tired looking blonde.
“What are you doing?” He asked and I shrugged. “I can’t sleep without Michael.” I mumbled and he frowned at me. “He isn’t back yet?” Luke said and I shook my head. I heard his girlfriend yell “kick his ass y/n” from inside the hotel room and I smiled. “I’m just gonna go for a walk….is that allowed or?” I said and Luke nodded, wrapping one arm around me and hugging me before closing the door behind him.
This was the 8th night in a row that Michael had been out all night with friends. Friends that weren’t his roomates. They weren’t even members of Hey Violet either. Or the crew. They were ‘friends’ which apparently I didn’t need an introduction to. I was annoyed of course, I was worried, angry, sad, lonely. The other boy’s barely ever left their girlfriend’s sides when they visited on tour. Michael was different. I wanted to spend endless time with him, that’s the whole reason I decided to come on tour. He’d asked me during the last tour, but I had university and work. Now I’d finished school and finally had a chance to take some time off. It’s not all I cracked it up to be. I thought it would be filled with him and I seeing the sights in every city, and spending time with his bandmates & their girls. And that’s how it started, I loved every second of it. But it’s been a month, and now I spend most of my time in these hotels rooms by myself, or third wheeling. I pulled the hood over my messy hair and walked down the dark street, at this time of night, there were no fans outside the hotel which was a relief. I didn’t have the energy to lie and say where Michael was. I stopped in a 24/hour cafe and plopped into a comfy chair after ordering a coffee. I needed time to think. I needed to think about whether or not this was all worth it anymore. There was no denying my love for Michael. But there was room to question his love for me, and that’s what scared me. I finished the coffee, thanked the lady at the counter and walked back to the hotel. I’d spent 4 hours in that cafe without even realizing, the sun was starting to come up which meant Michael was probably back by now. When I got back to the hotel there were a few girls outside.
“Y/N! What are you doing out so late?” The one girl asked and I shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.” I smiled and laughed, trying to hide the ache in my chest. “Is it cause Michael wasn’t there? He just went up there about an hour ago..” One of the other girls said and I nodded. “You girls want breakfast? On me?” The two girls nodded and I bought them some food in the hotel before saying my goodbyes and heading back up to the room.
The second I walked in the door I was surprised by a pair of arms wrapped tightly around my body. The stench of alcohol on his breath of evident. I rolled my eyes and shrugged him off of me. When he backed away my eyes connected to his and I remembered how much I loved the green would shimmer in the morning light.
“I thought you left.” Michael said quietly, I watched him fiddle with one of the bracelets on his wrist. “I couldn’t sleep.” I said, anger starting to boil in my blood. “I’m sorry baby I-” “Can we just go to sleep for a while?” I asked and he nodded. Without a word we climbed into bed and he pulled the thick comforter over our bodies. I curled into his chest and started to cry, a silent cry, tears dripping onto his shirt. I couldn’t believe I was crying over something so simple as missing sleeping in the same bed as him. It was easily at the top of the list of my favourite things. I loved when he’d hum songs he’d written for me until I fell asleep, I loved when we’d play thumb wars and giggle, I loved when those thumb wars turned into a makeout session with his hand in my pants. I missed the simplicity of the relationship, where Michael was Michael. My Michael, not every else’s version of who they thought he was. It wasn’t long until we both fell asleep with tears in our eyes. He always said he’d hated it when I cried.
The morning light shone brightly into the room, dancing on Michael’s pale cheeks. I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled, he looked so beautiful in the morning. His eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly once and a while, slow breaths escaping his lips. I kissed his neck and nuzzled my nose against his skin. He was still wearing the cologne I’d bought him for our first year anniversary. The one that he was wearing on our first date. I felt him twitch beside me before one of his eyes cracked open.
“You used to call me creepy for watching you sleep, now who’s the creepy one?” He mumbled and I smiled and played with the hair on the back of his neck. I never got tired of listening to his morning voice. “We need to talk, don’t we?” He sighed and I nodded, tears threatening to escape my eyes, by now you’d think I’d have no more tears to cry. He rolled over to face me completely, I kept my fingers tangled into his hair.
“Before I say anything, I just want you to know that you’re the first love of my life, and nothing will ever change that. You’re the reason I get up in the morning. You’ve helped me be the person I am today, you’ve made me more confident in myself, you’ve made me feel loved and happy and like a goddess and I could never thank you enough for those things.” I said quietly, only loud enough for us to hear.
“But?” His eyes scanned my face, looking, begging for some kind of emotion, some kind of hint as to where I was going with this whole speech.
“I don’t think…I can do this anymore. This life. It isn’t for me Michael. You’re the rockstar here. I can’t…” I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to see me cry, not like this. Not here in this bed. I was the one breaking up with him, I couldn’t be the one crying.
“I’m not who I am without you. I can’t do this without you.” He started stuttering. “No, fuck. I can’t fucking lose you!” He shouted and suddenly rolled out of bed and sat on the edge with his head inbetween his knees. I slid over and rested my cheek on his back.
“You don’t get it. I…I wasn’t in a good place before I met you. I was going to quit. I couldn’t do it anymore. And then I met you, and god, you made me so fucking happy I didn’t care about anything anymore, I just cared about hearing your laugh. When I was alone on tour and I felt like I just couldn’t take it, I’d call you. That’s all it would take to get my head back in the game. I could practically see your smile everytime you’d answer the phone ‘there’s my rockstar’. It kept me going, and it keeps me going everyday. I’ve been out everynight because well..fuck..I-.” He stopped and stood up, leaving me alone in that cold bed with those damn navy sheets. Seconds later he burst into the room looking frantic. “I didn’t want to do this now. But if I don’t, I’m going to lose you. And I don’t..I can’t fucking do that.” Then he did it. He got down on one knee, right infront of me and my stomach dropped. All this time..was he planning…to propose? That’s why he was out with ‘friends’. “Y/N…we’ve been together for long enough now that I figured I needed to do this soon. Even though, after the first month of dating you I asked Calum if it was too early to propose to you.” He laughed and I started tearing up again, happy tears this time. “I wrote you a song. That’s where I’ve been, it was special, just for you. It’s taken me about a month now, I didn’t know what to say to you that would make you want to say yes to being with me for the rest of your life.”
“Let me finish. I realize now that I didn’t need that song, I just needed to be with you and to tell you all the things I wrote in the song everyday. I love you. I love you so much. Tour is over in a month and I want us to get married as soon as we possibly can, I can’t wait any longer to say you’re my wife. Plus, the other guys will be jealous that I have a hot ass wife I can bang everynight.” He giggled and I put my forehead against his and pressed a hard kiss to his lips.
going on here?” I recognize that voice anywhere and I raise my head again to
turn it, seeing Calum at the end of the dark hallway, slowly stepping closer
Luke’s face contorts to one of pure horror, stepping
away from me immediately almost bumping into the wall behind him.
“I felt horrible, Luke was helping me. I’m still very woozy. Maybe I need to go
lay down.” I press my hand against my head, stepping towards Calum. My hand
grabs his toned biceps for leverage as I almost fall against him. I’m a better
actress than I think.
“Do you want to lay down?” Calum wraps an arm around
my waist as he guides me down the hallway and up the stairs. He stops
momentarily to grant Luke one last glare before leaving him alone in the dimly
lit hallway. I think I might be in trouble.
“I’ll come in a little bit.” Calum says as he presses
his door open, a small smile on my lips as the scent of his cologne and wash
product fills my nose immediately. I sit down onto his bed, kicking my shoes to
the floor before letting my body drop on his soft, comforting sheets. His
fingers ghost over my stomach, my eyes involuntarily closing at his soft
Calum suddenly gets up, doesn’t say a word and
disappears through the door before it slips closed. I can hear his heavy
footsteps descend down the stairs. I can feel my stomach ache dissipate and I
wonder how Luke’s doing right now. I think both Luke and I realised that Calum
had probably seen what had happened, if not he sure heard us speaking about it.
I turn onto my back, cursing myself and Luke for being
so stupid in the first place. It didn’t mean anything, but that doesn’t mean
that it doesn’t hurt.
I’m breathing heavily, trying to come up with an
explanation of some sorts if Calum might bring it up. There’s nothing in my
mind, for all the times that I could think of a good lie on the spot, this is
the time my own brain lets me down.
I quickly turn back onto my side when I hear footsteps
coming up the stairs again. I take a deep, harsh breath as I hear the door
click open behind me and Calum walks in. He keeps silent as he sits down, the
bed slightly dipping before he evens out his weight and I feel his arm fall
over my waist.
I hum in appreciation, my bottom lip tightly held between my teeth.
I feel his warm, calloused lips press against the base
of my neck and I visibly shiver, pressing my body further into his. His arm
tightens around my waist and he hums at my movements, his lips trailing along
the exposed flesh. “Feeling better?”
“A lot.” I whisper in return, turning in my spot to face Calum. He gives me a
small smile, but it isn’t like it always is.
Normally his eyes would shine bright whenever he
smiled or laughed, even with dim lighting or when the night was as dark as my
mind felt while being alone. The corners of his mouth would reach all the way
up, almost as high that you’d think it hurt him to smile like that. Dimples
would appear, so cute where you’d want to poke the tiny hole with your finger.
I’d get mesmerized whenever I saw him happy. I think everyone in his vicinity
would smile when Calum would let out a carefree chuckle.
okay?” I tentatively ask, letting my own fingers ghost along his toned, tan arm
up to his shoulder before I let my flat hand rest against his jaw. I take a
risk and close the distance between us, pressing my lips harshly against his,
my whole body following suit when he grants me a positive response.
His tongue swipes along my bottom lip and I grant him
entrance, his arms winding around my waist as he turns us over, my smaller body
now laying on top of his. Calum doesn’t respond with words, but simply hums
something that is considered ‘yeah’. His hands roam underneath the dress I had
decided to wear earlier this morning. During this day a lot had happened. It
feels as if a week has passed.
“I – want –“ Calum starts to speak between kisses but
I shut him up with another press of my lips against his before trailing along
his jaw and neck. Even though I was unnerved by what had happened and if Calum
had seen – I wasn’t going to say no to any affection he decided to grant me
with. But it felt different. It felt as if I had to prove something to him.
Prove that it didn’t mean anything.
My dress is riled up near my hips as I start to push
Calum’s swimming shorts lower on his hips, Calum shimmying out of them the rest
of the way. My dress drops down next to us on the floor soon after, leaving us
in just our undergarments.
It feels different. It’s not just for fun, it’s not
passionate and heavy like the first time. I’m not sure if it’s love, but it’s
something I’ve never experienced before. I never wanted it to end.
Calum whispers something incoherently before his touch
fades and he stands to his feet. What I did make out was that his voice sounded
hurt. I hear the shower start to run as I feel the tears prick at my eyes,
pulling the duvet closer to my still naked frame. My eyes are squeezed closed
and before Calum returns from his shower, I’m having a dreamless sleep.
“Y/n, open the fucking door! I’m sick of this!”
Sherilyn squeals as I hear her tiny fist collide with my closed bed room door.
I roll my eyes and pause the game on my PlayStation before throwing the
controller to the other side of my bed.
“What is your problem for Heaven’s sake?” I
immediately growl as I throw my door open roughly, fingertips whitening with
the amount of pressure I’m applying to the side of the door. “You’re dressed.”
Sherilyn states, almost shocked by the revelation I apparently had just granted
her with. I step away, leaving the door open and dropping back onto the bed,
reclaiming my controller. I lift my can of red bull to set my lips on the lid
and take a small sip.
“And why wouldn’t I be?” I raise my eyebrows, un-pausing
the game, not waiting for a response or for Sherilyn to enter properly.
“Well maybe because you once again disappeared off of
the face of the earth after that barbecue a few days ago.” Sherilyn scoffs as
she throws my door closed with almost as much force as I had opened it a minute
prior. I roll my eyes again, leaning to my right as I try to make my character
on television move in the same direction.
“I’ve been getting my shit ready for the next
semester. I’ve been putting together a trial exam for Luke to make on our last
tutoring session in a few days. I’ve been having some very, very needed me time.” I emphasise almost every word
of my somewhat explanation as I feel the bed dip on the other side.
“I would appreciate it if you’d at least include me, I’m lonely.” Sherilyn
seems to whine and I sigh, pausing the game again mid-fight before I turn my
body ninety degrees so I could face her.
“Tell me one thing,” I try to steer away from the
current subject and back to her first sentence as soon as she saw me, “Why
wouldn’t I be dressed?”
I can gradually see Sherilyn’s cheeks redden as she
averts her gaze, my arms absentmindedly crossing over one another. “What did
“I – uh – well that you haven’t been around. You’ve tutored Luke once but that’s
“Isn’t that the reason I should be there in the first
place?” I laugh loudly, mostly to hide the pain in my chest I almost instantly
feel when I speak the words and think of Calum. Sherilyn reciprocates with a
scoff and a very obvious eye roll, positioning her body more comfortably on my
queen sized bed.
“You very well know what I mean, Y/n. Calum.”
“Yeah, what about him. I haven’t really heard him
since the barbecue.” I shrug my shoulders, my gaze involuntarily flicking to my
phone charging on the night stand behind me.
“And you don’t think that’s just a little bit strange?”
“Of course it is. But I can’t force myself on him. And uh – “ Now it’s my turn
to let the red hue cross my cheeks, my gaze cast towards my black satin duvet.
“What?” I can feel Sherilyn tense up as she speaks, her fingers fumbling with
each other as I feel her gaze burn into my forehead.
“Something might’ve happened that he has seen and wouldn’t be too pleased
I almost chuckle when I hear myself say those words,
but I keep quiet none the less. Sherilyn frowns, probably racking her brain to
think if Ashton had mentioned anything to her. But I’m quite sure no words were
spoken about my kiss.
“What?” She eventually asks, sitting back up with her
back resting against my head board, right as I let myself slump into a laying
position. The PlayStation starts beeping in the background, indicating it would
go to sleep mode within the next five minutes.
“When I didn’t feel that well, Luke offered to get me something to drink. And I
don’t even know how it happened – we were talking about how his girlfriend
dumped him and all of a sudden he pressed his lips to mine.”
I squeeze my eyes closed roughly when I thought back
about Calum probably seeing the whole ordeal, me laughing it off before he
appeared from the shadows he had hid in.
“Y/n, that’s soft to say! I wouldn’t just be displeased I would’ve murdered
your ass if you did that with Ash.” Sherilyn slaps my arm harshly, partially
hitting my ribs as well and I huff out loudly as I reach for my side, rubbing
along the sore, stinging skin.
“It’s not as if I wanted it to happen, it just did. It
was a mistake on both ends.” I shrug my shoulders, feeling my t-shirt ride up
from the motion. Sherilyn keeps quiet though. I wouldn’t know what to say if
she came to me with this problem, either. I don’t even know if I should take
initiative and text or call Calum. But what do I do? Come clean or act as if
nothing has happened?
“I want to cry, so bad. I think I’ve totally screwed
up. So much for my happy ending.” I squeeze my eyes closed as I feel one tear
slip along my face towards my ear, disappearing into my hair. It goes unnoticed
by Sherilyn though and I’m absolutely grateful for that.
“Then cry. Don’t be so dramatic. If it were meant to be
you’d come back together either way.” Sherilyn lays down beside me, resting her
head in the crook of my head and shoulder, staring at the ceiling with me. We
may both be bad at vocalizing our emotions, but she does know what to do
without a word from me.
“And now it sounds as if you’re already written us
off. And don’t you think I would’ve already if I could?” I open my eyes again,
my hand raising to wipe under my nose, pulling my legs up and wriggling in my
Sherilyn doesn’t respond. She just lays with me, her
hand resting comfortably on my biceps. She doesn’t move an inch, just simply
breathes steadily and it calms me. I should’ve known I could go to her with my
problems. She wouldn’t judge me either way.
“It’s more than just that kiss. I can feel you’re
still tense, I think the people across the ocean could sense that.” Sherilyn
laughs at her own little joke but her laughter dies out when she realises I’m
not chuckling along. I feel her warm hand press against my biceps, urging me to
speak up and tell her what’s wrong.
“We uh – did it afterwards. But it wasn’t like, like
the first time. If that makes sense? It felt – it felt as if –“ I can feel my
throat tighten as I think about it, my eyes pricking with tears that won’t fall
“Like he was saying goodbye?” Sherilyn gently speaks and I hum, not trusting my
voice at the moment. I keep my gaze locked on my ceiling, hands resting on my
stomach. I keep still in the hopes that I would disappear for just a moment.
“Get out of your clothes. We’re having a
pamper-girls-night.” Sherilyn pats my thigh in a comforting manner, giving it
one squeeze before she gets up from the bed. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,
and you better be in the cutest pyjama’s you own.”
“shit.” I groaned throwing my head back against the end of the sink counter. I sat on the bathroom floor, tears slowly pouring out of my eyes. Holding the pregnancy stick in my hand I through it across the room hitting the bathtub. I quickly wiped my tears hearing the faint, ‘I’m home’ from Calum.
How was I supposed to tell him? Do I? He doesn’t want kids now. Standing up I looked at the mirror. My eyes were tinted red and swollen. There was no way of hiding that I was upset. I leant my hands against the counter sighing, what do I do?”
“Hey, baby! What’s up?” Cal wrapped his arms around my stomach pressing his front side to my back side. I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing out of my eyes- I didn’t want him to leave me.
It wasn’t like you hated Hey
Violet. You weren’t allowed to hate them – they’re were 5SOS’ experiment. That’s
not what the boys said, but that was how you saw them. They wanted to make a
band famous and help them out, just like 1D did with them. So you could easily
hang out with HV – as long as they were all there. Because hanging out just
with Nia or being alone with Rena was weird and scary to you. So going out them
Hey Violet and 5SOS shouldn’t be a problem. But even though all you wanted was
a nice, calm conversation with all of them, you couldn’t help but notice the
way Nia laughed at Calums’ jokes. You all sat around a table at a rather big coffee
shop. You sat beside Miranda and Luke, so far away from Calum.
They were all talking in over
each other, so nobody really got the idea. Maybe there was too many people, but
it was nice anyway. Sometimes you would actually laugh at Michaels dumb jokes
or talk really quietly with Luke, so only you and him could hear the conversation.
But in the middle of the fun, Nia almost died from laughing – and you more or
less wished she would have. She hit Calum’s arm playfully, making Calum’s eyes
crinkle and shine.
“I’m gonna get some more
water. “ You said getting up from your chair. The table you were sitting at was
pretty close to the window, so you could see fans starting to notice the bands.
“I’ll come with you. I need
more coffee. “ Nia said, her voice full of happiness and her smile wide. “I
didn’t get any sleep yesterday. “ She whispered. Nia was sweet… She really was,
so it shouldn’t be a problem being with her alone for a small minute. You
walked both walked towards the counter – unfortunately there was a queue,
hinting that you’d be alone with her for longer than you thought. There was no
awkward moments, but every time she smiled, you couldn’t help but think about
her flirting with Calum. They had been together quite a lot lately and you didn’t
really see any harm in that. Until now – Calum wouldn’t cheat on you, but maybe
he had a thing for Nia? You just were done telling a small story about the time
you went to Disneyland and you puked after trying the teacups. Nia chuckled.
“Yeah! It was like this one
time where we went to a small concert – me and Calum-“ Your face changed at Nia’s
words, but she clearly didn’t notice. “I don’t even remember who was playing. I
took a couple of shots before the concert. “ You moved forward in the queue. “But anyway, I puked at the girls bathroom and
Calum laughed at me. “
Somehow the fact that all Calum did was laugh at her calmed you down a bit.
“But then he helped by holding
my hair and buying me something to drink. He’s really sweet. “ Nia said,
clearly trying to compliment you and your choice of boyfriend, but you couldn’t
see it as anything else, but her smearing it in your face.
“Yea, you probably know how
sweet he is. “ You mumbled, because it had become a bad habit of yours to
whisper your thoughts. But obviously, Nia heard – because what else could
“You don’t want me to be
friends with Calum? “ Nia asked. All of a sudden the sweet, funny, innocent
person was gone and instead a very angry and irritated Nia was standing in
front of you.
“I don’t want you flirting
with him. “ You said, crossing your arms and lifting your brow.
“I’m not flirting! “ Nia raised
her voice, so the people behind you looked up from their phones to see what was
going on. “Are you really that type
of girl? “
You didn’t know what to
answer, because you knew what she meant. You weren’t the jealous, controlling,
clingy girlfriend, but today you were just getting tired of Nia. You didn’t
mind Calum being friends with her, but the fact that she was flirting with him
made you mad – and when she didn’t want to admit it made it worse.
“Maybe I am. Butat least I’m
not going for boys who’re taken! “ You yelled, not caring about the people
behind you and the people in front of you. They could mind their own business.
“Bitch, you’re just scared
that I might actually fuck your man! “ Nia hissed. And just like it couldn’t
get any worse, Calum turned up.
“Hey, you guys are slow. “
Calum smiled. You loved his smile – it was one of the many reasons you fell in
love with him. And you kept falling in love with him every day who saw him.
“Hi Calum. “ Nia said in a
tone that clearly showed she was gonna tell him. “Did you know that Y/N is a
jealous, idiotic prick? “
“Bitch. You just can’t handle
the fact that I have it better than you! “ Nia stuck her tongue out while grinning
“You can’t handle the fact
that Calum would rather be with me than you. “ She said it slowly, making every
word longer. Her tone was quietly teasing and she didn’t even look at you. She
looked at Calum behind you.
You stormed out of the coffee
shop, pushing Calum aside and sneaking in and out between people. You squinted
your eyes, as you closed the coffee shop door. Normally you weren’t like this.
You wouldn’t storm out of rooms because someone insulted you, but today was the
first day where you did exactly that.
“Y/N! “ Someone yelled. You
looked at the source of the sound and found about 5 teenage girls, standing
with their phone and taking pictures of the boys from the window. You smiled,
knowing that you had to put up a face and walked towards the fans.
“Oh my god. “ A girl with red
hair and cute little freckles smeared over her cheeks mumbled. “You’re like
really pretty. “
“What are you guys doing? “
Another girl asked. She had platinum blond hair to her shoulder and she was
standing with her phone pointed towards you, filming you.
“Getting something to drink
and eat. It’s rare they have time for that. “ You smiled and looked at the
girls. You actually loved meeting fans, because they were usually always so
sweet and curious. And it made you feel special in some sort of way. But just
as you were having a very cool and casual conversation with the fans, they
“OMG! CALUM! “ You looked down
on your feet, well-knowing that you couldn’t avoid him. And you knew he was
getting closer, because they were being louder with every step he took.
You felt Calums arms being
wrapped around you and his scent hit your nose and you instantly felt like it
was dumb – the whole thing was dumb and idiotic. You were generally surprised. The
brown-haired girl was clearly still filming and she wasn’t even trying to hide
it. The other girls were awing at the two of you. Calum would normally not be
much for PDA when there were cameras around, but this time he just kissed your
temple and hugged you from behind.
“I love you and only you,
babe. “ He whispered in your ear, making the girls aweing and one of them
snouted “GOALS”. Calum kissed your lips and took your hand, before he started
talking with the fans.
Next day on twitter, you saw
the video from the brown-haired fan’s perspective. And you had to admit, you pretty
damn cute together.