Pairing: Calum + Reader Warnings: None. Word Count: 659
A/N: I have a lot in mind for this story. I just didn’t know how long it would take me to get everything I wanted written down, so I’ll end up posting it in parts. At least, I will if I get positive feedback on this. :-)
Calum Hood was a name that you would never be able to forget. It was a name that brought back so many mixed emotions, the top two being annoyance and despise. Then again, it was a name that reminded you of your childhood. The two of you had been forced to spend time with one another since the very start. Your parents had been high school best friends and remained the same through adulthood. Your mothers were the type who couldn’t help but squeal when they found out they were having children of the opposite sex and vow that the two of you would end up falling in love and getting married. Boy, were they disappointed when they saw how much you couldn’t stand one another. Yet they still enforced it. They still held ‘family game nights’ every Friday night, alternating between your house and his, in an attempt to trigger something between the two of you. The only thing they managed to trigger was unadulterated loathing.
ok i’m sorry i am like a week late, but its better late than never lol.
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If Luke chewed his lip ring any harder he was going to bite it right off, and that would be both embarrassing and disgusting, and then where would he be? Well, still nervously (and a little awkwardly) standing right up the back of the school’s big ass dance studio, but with a bleeding face and, potentially, choking on a little metal ring. The thought was actually pretty tempting right at this moment as the other members of the class flitted around in their spangly leotards; he would do anything short of jumping out the five story window to escape, and even that was an idea he was contemplating.
You see, long story short, Luke’s insanely chirpy, lovable idiot of a roommate dragged him to a massive ‘Welcome to Boarding School, Bitches’ party the day before they had to sign up for extra-curricular activities, and stupid bloody Niall had convinced a very pouty and very hungover Luke to put his name down for the modern dance class. And, well, Luke didn’t realise until it was too late, and he thought ‘Fuck it, could be fun.’ Then he walked quietly into the studio on Thursday afternoon after classes in his sweat pants and over-sized Iron Maiden shirt, and came face to face with a gaggle of girls in skintight leotards and hotpants, with enough fluffy legwarmers that several dozen rainbow ponies must have given their lives to make them, and the thought ‘Fuck this, I’m going to kill Niall.’
Inspired by cuddlescliford’s head cannons. Should I countinue, yay or nay?