A/N: Mini Series !! Feedback welcome and appreciated xx
Calum yawned as he stretched his arms above his head, eyes glancing down to look at his phone, only just realizing that it was three am and he’d been working on this damn paper for the better half of four hours. He groaned as his joints protested after being in the same position for so long, his movements slightly wobbly as he stood up from his desk chair. The paper was due the morning after tomorrow and he knew that he had to get it done, but maybe a ten minute coffee break wouldn’t hurt.
Slipping out of his bedroom he made his way through the living room and into the kitchen, switching on the light as he moved towards the fridge. After grabbing out the milk bottle he turned towards the cupboard that housed all the mugs, jumping in fright when he realized he wasn’t the only one in the kitchen.
“Who the fuck are you?” He blurted out, his eyes wide as he looked at you.
“Y/n,” You replied, continuing to swing your legs back and forth from your position on top of the bench. “Calum right?”
A crease formed between Calum’s eyebrows as he struggled to think of whether he knew you or not, his eyes raking over your form. Your hair was pulled up into a bun on top of your head and the only thing he could see you wearing was one of his roommate Michael’s band shirts; something that made the heat crawl over the back of Calum’s neck.
“You didn’t really answer my question,” Calum stuttered after a minute, grabbing a mug from the cupboard to continue making his coffee.
“Michael’s friend,” You answered. “Would’ve thought that was pretty self explanatory.”
You were playing with the hem of the shirt and Calum was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from your bare thighs; not that you seemed particularly fazed by it either way.
“I’ve never seen you before.”
“Not really ever here in daylight hours.”
You shrugged and Calum suddenly realized what you meant by that, his stomach sinking slightly as he wondered why Michael had never said anything. How many times had you been there in the room across the hall and he’d never noticed?
“So why are you up at three am anyway?” You asked, hopping off the bench and moving to stand next to him, leaning against the counter as he dumped a few teaspoons of sugar into his mug.
“I have a paper due the day after tomorrow, haven’t finished it yet.”
“What’s it on?”
“Uh, that Shakespeare play…” Calum paused as he thought about the name. “Macbeth.”
“Oh,” You smiled at him playfully. “Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
“Is that - is that from the play?”
“You mean you didn’t read it?”
“As if any normal person could,” Calum argued. “There are way too many ‘thous’ in there.”
You giggled, shaking your head slightly.
“I’ll help you if you like?”
“Sure,” You replied. “What else have I got to do at three o’clock in the morning?”
Written By Bree xx