“That’s really great baby.” Calum lazily and sleepily said, letting out little praises and mumbled under his breath while you massage dhis sore back.
“Love you.” Calum finally said, being contented with what you did and pulled the sheets closer to his figure, not bothering to put his shirt back on.
“Love you too, Cal.” You sighed tiredly under your breath, more than ready to go to sleep.
“I want to watch 50 Shades of Grey!”
“No fair! I want Bad Moms!”
“More like This Is The End!”
The bantering and the bickering of the boys continued, making you and Luke sink further more deeper into the couch and roll your eyes.
“Everything okay?” Luke asked, crawling on the couch towards you, imitating you by shoving his hands on the pocket of his hoodie.
“No it’s not.” He snickered, smirking knowingly.
“Gonna answer your own question, huh Luke?” You chuckled, looking over to the boys.
“If you were okay, you would be in there and fighting for Up to be played.”
“Well played.” I said in defeat.
“Awe c'mon! Tell Daddy Luke what’s wrong!” Luke sarcastically cooed, making his arms wide open and pouting.
“No, you fucker. I won’t.” You laughed hysterically, making Luke to do the same.
Both you and Luke finally calmed down from laughing, light smiles plastered afterwards.
“But really, what is it?” Luke whispered, looking around and lowering his head.
You motioned over quickly to the three boys, partaining to one specific member.
“It’s Calum, isn’t it?”
“What did he do now?” He sighed heavily.
You looked at the boys one last time to re-assure yourself none of them are looking at you before coming back to Luke and your converstaion.
“Something that has to do with body language.”
He furrowed his eyebrows, to think for just awhile. “Wait what?”
You sighed heavily, toying around with the ends of your shirt.
“Don’t take me wrong Luke, okay? It’s just that Calum wouldn’t show his affection towards me with his actions. He would barely hug me! And well, that’s what I kind of want. I’m not being demanding or anything, it’s just that I do so many things for Calum when he wouldn’t even return half of it to me.”
Luke’s gaze hardened, pondering on how stupid his best friend is.
“What are you waiting for then?”
“What?” You questioned out of confusion when Luke suddenly spoke.
He grinned, spreading his right arm wide, as if he’s going to take someone under his wing.
“Oh come on. I know you want this too.”
Calum’s thoughts were filled of how much he’ve made a complete utter fool out of himself.
For the whole duration of the movie, Bad Moms is what they’ve agreed to, Y/N was under Luke’s grasp, laughing along with him everytime one of them cracks a joke.
“Perhaps maybe you were a little too close with Luke?” Calum sharply suggested, slamming the door shut behind him.
“Perhaps maybe he’s given me what you didn’t?” You simply answered, dusting off the blanket that consisted of bits of chips and chicken nuggets.
“Oh. Is it the famewhore attention you clearly deserve?” Calum retorted back a little too sharply.
Your jaw nearly dropped open, the neatly folded blanket in your hands almost ready to fall over. But nonetheless, you still remained quiet.
Even Calum was shocked of the words that tumbled off from his mouth. He discreetly swallowed the lump on his throat, not wanting to give up his strong facade he’ve built right then and there.
“I’ll take the couch.” You lightly said after considering your options once you saw the pillows and the blanket on the couch.
“What?” Calum hoarsely questioned, his voice getting thick.
For all he knew, he’s the one supposed to sleep on the couch. Clearly not Y/N.
“I said, I’ll be sleeping on the couch. You sleep upstairs.” You said, maintaining your cold persona while tidying the little mess made both on the coffee table and the couch.
Calum rushed up the stairs, the pang on his chest growing heavier.
You’ve finally let yourself collapse on the couch once you heard the door of your shared bedroom opening and closing.
This is going to be an awfully long night for Calum.
Calum tapped his slender fingers along to the seconds ticking on the digital clock beside him on the comforter he was wrapped around in, hundreds of thoughts rushing to his head.
What was it that Luke gave Y/N which he didn’t?
Calum gives Y/N numerous gifts, what was wrong?
He finally decided he couldn’t take it in anymore and rushed down the stairs, his heart dropping when he saw your figure shivering under the blanket that didn’t help you under the cold airconditioning.
“Shit.” He mumbled under his breath, carrying your figure that was too tired to even contest with him.
His heart warmed up once he saw you instantly curl up comfortably under the sheets, the slight tint of pink in your cheeks that you were still cold, catching Calum’s attention.
He rushed by your side, going under the covers and tightly hugging you.
“I know, I’m a real asshole. But I’m just really sorry. I really couldn’t take it when you were sleeping on the couch when it should’ve been me.” He bugged, resting his head on your shoulder.
“I get it that you’re mad at me and shouldn’t be doing this. I also get the fact that you’re about to drift into sleep but I’ll just make the most out of this, okay?” Calum added, feeling as if he was talking to air.
He sighed, “I’m still trying to figure out what you were saying awhi-…”
“Body language.” You cut him off.
“Did I ever lack body language?” Calum asked to no one in particular.
You slightly groaned, burying your head deeper into the fluffy pillow.
Calum sensed it, making him think for all the times he didn’t showcase body language.
And for just a brief moment, everything that happened flashed through Calum’s head, making his heart sink of how he could be so stupid.
You barely flinched when the word rolled off from his tongue.
You’ve heard it many times before.
“I said I’m sorry.” Calum repeated, nuzzling his head on your neck.
“I’m sorry if I haven’t been doing this.” He started off, snaking his arm on your waist, letting his leg fall over to your torso.
“Or hell, even this.” He hugged yout ighter closer to his chest, letting himself inhale the scent of your hair, the one he got used to smelling when cuddling.
“This too.” He added, leaving a light kiss or two on your neck.
“And this.” He finished off, kissing your cheek gently.
“Slap me if I didn’t do that to you on a daily basis, okay?” He said, making you roll your eyes on his dorkiness and slap his arm slightly.
“Okay. I do deserve that.” He laughed, his laugh clearly making you happy.
“But even I forget sometimes,” He trailed off, his lips inching near your ear.
“Just know that I do love you.”
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