five seconds of summer imagines

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Request: ik you’re a slut for sugardaddy!cal, so how about a 2 part imagine where your friend accidentally sets you up with him and he asks to be your sugar daddy?maybe the first part can be a text imagine?

Parts: One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}

**Sequel Series: BabyDaddy!Cal**

A/N: Anon you know me so well…sugar daddy calum is everything💕 These text imagines lowkey fun, so if anybody wants one yanno where to go. 

{ Edited 7/01/17: I just wanna give a big shout out to whoever the anon was that requested this imagine. I’ve gotten 2 amazing fics due to you so thank you, hun💓Lots of love to you.}

I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 4

My brain is going a million thoughts a second as I swipe the screen, “Y/N! I’ve called you three times! What’s wrong? Are you okay?” she bombards. “Relax, I’m fine. Actually I’m not fine, I just ran into Ashton and Calum,” I breathe out and rub my temples. “Oh my goodness. I’m heading over to your apartment now,” she says and I can hear her jiggling keys. “I’ll buy the beer,” I say. “And I’ll get the Ben & Jerry’s” she replies and we both hang up; this is gonna be a long night.

You can find pt. 3 right here –> I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 3

“So…what happened again?,” y/b/f/n asks as she swallows two big spoonfuls of ice cream and finishes her third beer. “I’ve already told you twice,“ I say as I roll my eyes; I love her to death but she can be a real pain sometimes. “Yeah but I learn something different after each time you tell me,” she says, but she really means, “I’m not paying attention.” “Please, y/n last time,” she begs and her words are starting to slur as she reaches for another beer. “No. You’re done,” I snap and take the cold bottle from her hand. This is what I mean, she’s a pain. I’m the one who just went through what felt like life’s worse case scenario, I should be getting drunk, not her. “Awww y/n but I’m not even tipsy,” she says. “I thought you were coming over here to help me figure out what to do with Calum and Ashton, not get drunk,” I say looking down as she ignores me and goes on babbling about some nonsense. This has been a crappy day and all I wanted was my best friend to make me feel better by talking about what happened, her saying a funny joke, or consoling by saying, “I’m out of their league” or “They don’t deserve you” hell, suggest we go out, anything besides what she’s doing now. I open my phone to block out her noise and I notice my Twitter has a million notifications, I open the app to see #Calum&Y/NOfficiallyOverParty trending. My heart beats faster as I read the first tweets: (g/n = girl’s name)

“I’m so happy for Calum. He deserved much more than y/n. #Calum&g/n”

“Calum & g/n are so cute together. I ship them.”

“Calum’s new girlfriend is so much prettier than y/n.”

I throw my phone across the room as tears roll down my face. I literally just seen him 3 hours ago and he didn’t bother to tell me he moved on. No, of course Calum wanted to frick with my emotions and make me believe there was still something there when he already had a new girlfriend. “Y/n what’s wrong?” y/b/f/n asks suddenly sobered up. “He has a girlfriend,” I say looking at her. “Oh sweetie,” she says, immediately knowing who I was referring to, as she pulls me into a tight hug. I cry into her shoulder for a few more minutes before she says, “Sweetie, he is not worth your tears, you already wasted so much on him, don’t waste anymore. Save them for when you’re watching Les Miserables or Lion King,” she jokes making me chuckle. I stop crying and wipe my face on the sleeve of my pajama shirt, “I just wish he had told me. I’d rather hear it from him than Twitter,” I add. “Forget him! There are so many other guys out there, which reminds me why I was calling you,” she says wiping some smeared mascara off my face. “Yes, please tell me why you kept calling,” I say while taking a heaping spoon of cold cream into my hot mouth.

“So guess who asked Niall, who asked Luke, who asked me if you were seeing anyone…” she perks up and jumps to sit on her knees, her eyes all big and excited, now that’s the y/b/f/n I know. “You and Luke?” I question as I raise my eyebrow at her, suddenly their relationship taking my interest. “Don’t change the subject,” she warns and I wiggle my eyebrows at her. “We’ll talk about that later. Now come on, y/n, guess!” she squeals as she gently shoves my shoulder. Oh no, another boy I can’t even deal with the two frickers right now, how can I add another to the pot? I stutter, “I-I’m n-not really interested in–

“Come on, y/n. Honestly, you need to move on. It’s obvious that Calum acted that way in the store because he was jealous seeing you and Ashton that close. Remember how adamant he was about you and Ash and how you could never be alone together; it just brought back memories. And yes Ashton is a good candidate but you already dated Calum. Y/n you can’t mess up their bromance. Both I and the fandom will murder you,” she says seriously. She’s right, it’s been six weeks and I should move on, Calum already has and I can’t break up Cashton. “Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to go on one date,” I breathe out, finally giving in after weeks of her begging. “Yay!” she squeals, “So, who asked about me?” I ask curiously, “Shawn,” she sings as she grabs my shoulders in a death grip while giving me the biggest smile. “Mendes? He’s like 2 years younger than me,” I groan as I rub my temples. “So?” she asks. “So? Y/b/f/n he’s a child,” I exclaim, how am I supposed to get over two daddies (lol) with a boy. “Y/n, you’re 21 and he’s 19, what’s wrong with that? Plus he’s fine as hell and I know you like him! I saw you eye-fucking him when he was at the 1D release party,” she says as she reaches for the ice cream again. “I wasn’t eye-fricking him!” I gasp as I snatch the ice cream from her. “Okay, so what was this?” she asks as she looks at me with sexy eyes and starts biting and licking her lips. I burst out laughing at my best friend “eye-fricking” me, “Okay, I did not look like that!” I say. “Oh honey, you were worse. But he was doing it too,” she says taking the ice cream back. “He was?” I ask, not believing the girl. “Totally babe,” she says winking at me. “He is cute,” I admit. “He’s having a party tomorrow night and you’re going,” she says as gets off the couch pulling me with her. “Where are we going?” I ask, “To pick out your outfit. We gotta make you desirable,” she says as she turns around to face me. “Oh I don’t know. A simple outfit will be fine,” I tell her as I turn around to sit back on the couch. “Luke told me that he and the guys were gonna go, meaning Calum and Ashton are bound to make an appearance,” she smirks at me. “We better figure out how I’ll do my hair too,” I say popping off the couch and leading the way to the bedroom as she follows me laughing. “And you better be ready to spill the deets on you and Lukey,” I tell her as she stops laughing making me laugh at her.

A/N: Hello beautifuls, I know this is well overdue but so much has been happening right now. I have been offered new jobs and positions at my school and that’s been taking up all of my time. I’m sorry that this is so late but please still tell me what y’all think. I feel like the more I write the more the plot will change, is that bad? Talk to me! Part 5 is coming soon!!!!!!!!

Part 5 —> /i-dont-love-you-anymore-pt-5

Imagine Making Out With Calum

A/N: Like… I saw a picture of him earlier and all I could think about was what it would be like to make out with him. Like he looked so innocent and cute and his lips were so damn plump. I feel like imma burst if I don’t write this out, so here we go lmaoo 

You couldn’t help but to admire your boyfriend from afar as he sat at the kitchen counter, scrolling on his phone. Sunday was usually one of the few days he had fully to himself, so the both of you spent this day lounging around the house if you could. The Māori looked cuter to you than normal today and you weren’t sure if it had something to do with the sweats that he was clad in or the messy curls adorning his head. Either way, you wanted to touch him. Bad. Your gaze soon fell over to one of your favorite assets on your boyfriend - his lips. They were always so plump and inviting, and the softness of them never ceased to amaze you. Your thoughts soon went south and you thought about the feel of them leaving marks along your skin as well as your core, but you pushed them away. You simply needed to kiss him was all, that was enough for you. At least until later. 

 You slowly made your way over to him and rest your hands onto his shoulders, getting him to turn on the swivel top of the chair. 

 "Whatcha doin’?“ You questioned him and continued running your hands along the front his body. You just loved the feeling of his toned body through his shirt. 

Calum looked up at you and gave you a small smile, locking his phone and setting it on the counter to give you his full attention. "Just scrolling through my twitter feed.” He sighed out.

 "Yanno,“ you started with a shy smile under his gaze,"you’re sitting over here looking all cute and stuff, and your lips just look so good." 

With a laugh, Calum allowed his hands to wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him and he said,” Oh, really?“ 

 "Mhmm.” You nodded your head and drew shapes onto his shoulder. 

 "Did you come over here for a kiss, princess?“ He asked you sweetly and you nodded with a giggle.

 He leaned up to give you a quick kiss and you poured your lips at him, letting him know that you wanted more. Calum then cupped your cheek and pulled you down to place his lips on yours once again, holding them against yours for a few moments longer. You pulled away and tilted your head to the other side to kiss him again, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip before he gave you entrance. The kiss was sweet and innocent, no lust partaking into the act as it usually always did. Soon enough Calum pulled away so that the two of you could gain air and stood to pull you into the living room. 

Once the naturally tanned boy had taken a seat, he tugged you to straddle his lap. "Are you comfortable?” He raised his eyebrow and you shook your head. 

After taking his hands from your waist and placing them on your plump butt, you sent a cheeky smile as you replied with,“Now I am." 

 Calum let out a laugh before you leaned down to kiss him again and dived straight into the tongue action. Calum had quickly taken control as he deepened the kiss, massaging your tongue with his. His hands had began to massage the supple skin of your butt and yours went to run through his fluffy curls. You had to hold yourself back from naturally rolling your hips against him. You didn’t want to turn him on, you didn’t want sex. You wanted what you had right at that moment, to simply make out with Calum would leave you satisfied until you couldn’t control you sexual urges anymore. You were in bliss already. The two of you made out for what seemed like hours before he finally pulled away deciding that he was satisfied for now as well.

 "I love you.” Calum grinned as he placed kisses to your collarbone, trailing them innocently to the cleavage of your breast.

 "I love you too, Cal.“ You sighed, placing a loving kiss to his forehead and rolling off to sit on the side of him, cuddling into his side as you questioned,"Movie?”


Luke Hemmings Imagine
Prompt: “Look at me - just breathe okay?”

It was supposed to have been a normal dinner between the boys and you but somehow it ended up being a nightmare come true. Luke had tried to keep you close whilst you both quickly paces back to the car and you ended up being pushed into the crowd of swarming fans. “Luke… Luke!” You shouted, drowned out by the screams of the fans, panicking as you were pushed further into the crowd of screaming girls. “Okay, just stay close (Y-” Luke cut himself off as he turned and couldn’t find you. “(Y/N)! Excuse me.” He rushed out as he moved back in the direction of the restaurant you were at.

Meanwhile your could feel your chest constricting and breath quickening, coming out in short gasps and pants until you felt a warm calloused hand on your shoulder, looking up you find Calm looking down at you. “(Y/N)… are you okay?” He asks, lifting you up before telling Ashton to find Luke whilst him and Michael try to calm you down and move you away from the crowd back into the restaurant. A few minutes later Luke burst through the door and ran straight towards you kneeling in front of you, breathing raggedly. “(Y/N/N). I-I’m so sorry, I-I thought you were- and then- ugh.” He yelled exasperatedly, unable to make full sentences. He lightly grabbed your face thumbs stroking the side of your cheeks. “Look at me - just breathe okay?” He soothed as he began breathing in and out slowly with you, creating a pattern. “You’re doing great babe, just like that. In and out slowly. That’s it beautiful.” His words of encouragement helping as your breathing began going back to normal. Finally when you had calmed down, Luke wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a hug and kissed your temple as you both stood there wrapped up in your own thoughts as he continued whispering in your ear cute little words to get your mind off the recent events. As you both pulled apart from each other, you had gained a smile on your face and turned to the boys, “So… Anybody wanna go watch a film?” with a cheeky grin on your face as they all looked slightly shocked at how fast you returned to being, well. You.

when michael is drunk and punk rock
  • Michael: Guys, Luke is gone...
  • Michael: I can still hear his voice, this is so heartbreaking
  • Calum: Michael Gordon Clifford, are you drunk?
  • Ashton: Stop yell!
I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt 5

A/N: Hey beauties! I’m sooooooooo sorry that this is suuuuuuupppppeeerrr late. Please forgive me. There was a lot going on with finals, weddings and graduation parties but it’s summer and I’m here for good! I can’t believe the amazing feedback from this series y’all are so kind and beautiful and I sincerely thank you for your patience. I hope you enjoy this!

Here’s Part 4 —> i-dont-love-you-anymore-pt-4

“This is too much, y/b/f/n” I say unable to recognize myself in the mirror. “Oh, hush, you look hot” y/b/f/n gushes as she continues loosely curling my hair. “Are you sure I don’t look like I’m trying to hard?” I ask while turning my head at different angles. “Yes!” she shouts as she forcefully places my head still. “Ouch, that hurt!” I cry out, “Do you want to get burned?” she asks with one hand holding the straightener and the other on her hip. “No,” I say softly, “Well stop moving,” she scolds while picking up another strand of hair.

“What party is this again?” I ask playing with my manicured nails. “Shawn’s birthday,” she says. “Your man is no longer a teenager,” she jokes. “That’s not my man,” I snap. “Not now, but by the end of tonight, he’ll be,” she says matter-of-factly. “Are you sure he likes me?” I ask, not wanting to be embarrassed or hurt anymore. I’m tired of having my heart broken by stupid and confused boys, *cough* *cough* Calum Hood. “Oh my gosh, y/n. For the thousandth time, yes Shawn likes you. No, you’re not wearing too much makeup. Yes, your dress is tight but it should be you gotta show off them curves, so please stop worrying you look gorgeous! Seriously, it’s been over a year since you went out as a single woman. You gotta stop letting Calum subconsciously control your mood. Forget him! He’s moved on, remember? It’s time for you to move on too,” she says looking at my eyes through the mirror. I smile at her and she goes back to loosely curling my hair. I look at myself again, and my pouty purple lips turn into a huge smirk as I can’t deny, I do look hot. She finishes curling the last strand as she sings, “All done!” I stand up and look at the sexy red dress hugging my y/s/c frame. “Calum who?” I joke as she starts laughing, “That’s my girl,” she says while picking up her eye liner. Through the mirror, I wink my silver and black smokey eye at her and blow her a kiss as she starts fanning herself with her hand. “You are going to break hearts tonight honey,” she says while going to fix her make up. I laugh at her as I can’t help but imagine the look on Calum’s face when he sees me, he’s gonna wish he never left. “Y/N!” I hear my name being yelled.


“Call an Uber,” she says. “Okay,” I reply picking up my phone and opening the app. “Y/N, you need to stop zoning out so much, that’s how people get kidnapped,” she says. “What?” I ask laughing at her weird statement which she ignores. “It’ll be here in an hour,” I say she nods her head as she continues singing along to Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. “Tonight is going to be unforgettable,” I say as I open Snapchat to picture us getting ready.

As soon as we enter the club the smell of alcohol hits my nose. “Come on, let’s find the guys,” y/b/f/n says and I nod at her smiling. The bass pumps through my veins as Daya sings about how much she needs someone right now. I know what I need right now, drinks. We walk towards the dance floor, which is crowded with energetic bodies grinding, jumping and dancing. I watch the DJ behind his table jumping and dancing with the crowd. Y/b/f/n holds my hand tight as we weave through the bodies. A handsome brown-skinned boy grabs me by the wrist, “Promise me a dance before you leave tonight, gorgeous,” his deep voice yells. I send him a flirty wink, “Promise,” I say as y/b/f/n says, “Come on, I think I see Luke,” as she guides me to a roped off area. The area is a replica of the club with a bar, seating areas and dance floor but its much smaller. I look around and see most of the big time celebrities in there.

“You never told me what’s going on between you two,” I say back not needing to yell anymore since this area was much quieter. “I don’t kiss and tell, y/n” she says as both her and my eyes go wide. “You kissed Luke!?” I shouted as a few heads look at us, “Tell the whole world, will ya?” she snaps as I start wiggling my eyebrows at her. “Y/b/f/n” a masculine voice yells and we turn to see Luke smirking at her while he waves us over. We walk over to the intimidating security guard standing in front of the rope and he blankly stares at us as if he didn’t just hear Luke call us over. “Hi, may we get in?” y/b/f/n asks sweetly. “No,” the guard grunts out.

“They’re with us, Brad” Michael says coming up behind the guard while patting him on the back. Brad huffs out of annoyance but lets us in. “Thanks,” I say softly. I watch y/b/f/n quickly run off with Luke leaving me. “Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, long time no see,” Mikey screams and I can tell he’s already taken some shots. “Did you start drinking without me, Mikey?” I ask with my hands on my hips raising an eyebrow. “I was trying to wait, but you took so damn long,” he says giving me an innocent smile as he wraps me in a tight hug. “I missed you,” he whispers in my ear. “No one else cooks for me,” he whines as he lets go, still holding my hand.

“Cook your own damn food, Michael,” I hear Ashton say behind him as he smirks at me. “Michael get your arse over here!” an Irish voice yells. We all look over, “Hi y/n” Niall waves. “Hey!” I wave back, happy to see the always smiling boy. “Tell Ashton to start making me food,” Michael whispers in my ear as he gives me one last hug. “I’m not cooking for you,” Ashton says. “Meanie” Michael says while sticking his tongue out and walking away towards the group of people including Niall. I look at Ashton in his signature black skinny jeans matched with a black leather jacket. I finally look at his eyes and see his eyes are still making their way to my face, “A picture lasts longer,” I say, mocking him from the other day. He chuckles at me, “Trust me, pictures don’t do you any justice, babe,” he says. His intense gaze starts making flutters erupt in my stomach and I can’t deny the emotions I’m feeling towards this boy. But, I remember what y/b/f/n said, I can’t break up Cashton.

“I should go find, y/b/f/n,” I say going to walk past him. His arm snakes around my waist and I freeze once his front presses against my back. “There’s no telling where she and Luke ran off to, you’ll be looking for them all night,” he says by my ear. “Well, then I should find the birthday boy,” I say while turning my head to look into his eyes. “I’m right here,” he whispers. I chuckle, “Your birthday was last month, Irwin,” I say turning my head away from his. “It was. And you missed it. I didn’t get a gift, call or text from my best friend. Can you imagine how hurt I was?” he asks. Guilt courses through me; he probably was hurt. I look down at his arms and see that its still around my waist. But it doesn’t freak me out, it actually comforts me and I relax a little. “Seems like you’ve gotten over it,” I say. “I haven’t” he whispers as his lips softly brush against my ear, “I think I deserve a gift.” 

“Oh really?” I ask turning around and facing him deciding to entertain him for a bit. “What do you want, birthday boy?” I ask as my hands unconsciously snake to around his neck. He seems surprised by this but he keeps his cool. This feels right, us holding each other but why is it so wrong to everyone else? “For me to buy you coffee,” he says staring into my eyes as he pulls me closer into him. His cologne clouding my brain. “I don’t think you understand how birthday gifts work,” I joke as I laugh while my hands play with the curls at the nape of his neck. I hear him whimper but he quickly covers it up by clearing his throat. I watch his Adams apple move as he swallows deeply and all I can think about is leaving purple-stained kisses all over his neck. “I want to buy you coffee so we can talk about this elephant we’re carrying,” he says referring to our last conversation together.

His words make me realize that I shouldn’t be thinking about kissing him right now. What does that make me look like? Dating one band member and then moving on to another, even if I only truly loved one of them. I retract my hands from the softness, “Actually we can talk about that now,” I say. “Right here?” he says while looking around. “Do you want to go somewhere more private? We can go back to the house,” he suggests, his arms still around my waist. “We can’t be together Ashton,” I say looking at the ground. His grip loosens and I take that as my cue to walk away but he stops me. “Why not?” he asks frustrated that I hadn’t even given us a chance to talk things through. “Is it because of Calum?” he asks.

“What about me?” a voice behind me says. I turn around and see Calum with that girl Twitter is in love with on his arm. “Nothing,” I say as I walk away from them and head to the bar in desperate need of a drink. “Y/N!” Ashton yells. I turn around and look at the boy who I no doubtedly have feelings for yet can’t do anything about them. His eyes are pleading with mine and once again we stare in each other’s eyes neither of us really wanting to speak or leave first. “This conversation isn’t over,” he says before turning around and walking out of the private area. Calum turns around and looks at me with confused eyes, “What is going on between you two?” he asks, his voice laced with frustration. “Why do you even care?” I snap back at him, “Oh that’s right, you don’t. You just want to pretend like you care about me,” I finish and walk away. I walk up to the bar and order three shots of tequila. I down the first two easy but as I lift the third shot to my mouth a hot hand stops me. “Why were you and Ashton talking about me?”

I look at the Maori boy and rolled my eyes, “It doesn’t concern you,” I lie. While taking the third shot and calling the bartender over for another round. “You only drink like that when you’re celebrating, or somethings bothering you,” he says looking at me with soft eyes. I raise a shot to him, “This is for tonight being my first night out as a single woman,” I down it while staring into his eyes. I reach for another, “This one’s for you and your new girlfriend, congrats” I say with sarcasm as I take it down. “This one,” I start by taking the last one, “That’s enough, y//n” Calum says as he takes it out my hand and downs it with ease. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about g/n, it just didn’t seem like the right time,” he admits. “Whatever, Calum, I’m over you,” I say getting off the stool to go find y/b/f/n. I hear Calum clear his throat, “Are you over Ashton?” he asks, softly while playing with his fingers, not looking at me. I turn around and face him, “What?” I ask back. “I said,” he gets off the stool and stands in front of me, “Are you over Ashton?” he asks firmly looking in my eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie. “Oh, spare me, y/n,” he snaps. “You think I can’t tell what’s going on between you two,” he asks. “You have always been close with Ashton. You guys finish each other’s sentences. You stay up talking until late hours in the morning, you tell him things before me. You’re his screen saver,” he continues, which takes me by surprise, “I am?” I ask in disbelief. “Yeah, the asshole won’t take it off either,” he says to which I smile looking at the ground. “And at the grocery store, the way he held you and how you looked into each other’s eyes, we never had that,” he says. “No Calum, you didn’t have it, but I did. I loved you more than life itself, I mean you’re my first true love,” I say while grabbing his hands making him look at me. “No, I wasn’t, y/n, Ashton is,” he says. “But we can’t be together,” I say removing my hands. “Because of me?” he asks and I nod my head. “I’m sorry y/n but I don’t think I can ever be okay with you dating Ashton,” he admits. “You, the fans, y/bf/n it’s just not right. I can’t break up Cashton,” I say as he chuckles. “I’m sorry,” we both say at the same time, surprising each other. “What are you sorry for?” he asks. “For meeting you first,” I say as I walk away.

“Y/N!” I hear my voice being called and I turn around to see the handsome forreal birthday boy smiling at me. “Surely, you weren’t about to leave without telling me Happy Birthday,” he smirks as he walks closer. He is cute, I think to myself as I eye him up and down, he looks real good in those skinny jeans and black t-shirt his muscles bursting from underneath. “Of course not,” I say walking back to meet him. “Are you okay?” he asks sincerely probably noticing my misjumbled face. “Yeah,” I say. “Promise?” he asks holding his arms out. “Promise,” I say walking in his arms. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispers in my ear. “Me too,” I say looking up at him and giving him a big smile. Work by Rihanna and Drake starts to play and he asks me to dance with him. I take his hand as he guides me to the mini dance floor, which is already crowded. He puts his hands on my waist and I put my arms around his neck as we start to dance together exchanging small talk, he’s a really amazing guy. “So I guess birthday wishes do come true,” he says in my ear. “What do you mean?” I ask still flustered from how close we are. “I wished that I’d get to dance with the prettiest girl in the world,” he says looking in my eyes, making me embarrassed. “Oh please,” I say focusing on dancing but very flattered by his comment. “Its true, y/n. You’re so beautiful, its a shame that Calum couldn’t see what he had,” he says as his arms reach to my lower back pushing me more against him. “But one man’s trash is another man’ s treasure,” he says while looking between my eyes and my lips. I’m not sure if its the alcohol, Shawn or both but I want nothing more than to feel his lips on mine. He leans down and whispers over my mouth, “Does the birthday boy get a birthday kiss?” “Not from her,” a deep voice says, pulling me away from Shawn. I look up to see Ashton with a pissed face. “Hey, I don’t want come in between anything, I thought you were single, y/n,” Shawn says while looking at me. “Sorry, man but she isn’t” Ashton says speaking for me, as he pulls me away to a couch towards the back of the private area where no one was sitting.

“Ashton, let me go,” I say as his grip tightens. “Is that why you don’t want to be with me? That kid?” he asks obviously upset. “He’s not a kid,” I say defending Shawn. “The boy only just turned 20,” he says matter-of-factly. “He’s only 2 years younger than me,” I say back. “Oh so am I too old for you?” he snaps. “Ashton, you know that’s not why we can’t be together. Shawn, is not complicated,” I tell him and immediately regret it. “So you’d throw away what we have for a kid you don’t even like just because it’s not complicated!” he yells. “I don’t have a choice! Can you imagine the backlash I’ll get for dating you? I can’t handle that, Ashton” I snap back at him. “I don’t care what other people think about us, I love you! That’s the only thing that should matter” he says as he grabs my hands and pulls me into him. “Tell me you love me,” he demands and tears fill my eyes because I can’t admit it out loud. Once I do, it’s going to be even harder to walk away. “No,” I say trying to take my hands out his grasp but he grips them tighter. “Tell me you think about me all the time. Tell me how much you miss me, say it y/n” he says again, his hands going to my face forcing me to stare into his beautiful eyes. “Please, Ashton don’t make me say it,” I beg him. “Tell me, y/n” he begs again. “Tell me how much you regret meeting Calum first. Tell me how you just want me to hold you and never let you go,” he pleads tears threatening to spill from his eyes too as his hands play with my hair. He leans me closer into him, “Tell me!” he snaps and I can’t deny my feelings for him any longer.

There’s only one way for me to express to him how he makes me feel. I crash my lips onto him and he immediately kisses me back. His warm and soft lips feel so good against mine. We fight for dominance but he wins as I’m overwhelmed by how good this feels. I put my hands in his hair and start tugging on his curls earning a moan from his lips. His tongue asks for entrance which I happily grant him access. Our tongues dance with one another as we both pour our emotions into the kiss. Our kiss feels as explosive as fireworks. Tastes better than the first bite of food after fasting. Feels more homey than Christmas morning…it’s like magic. I begin to bite and suck on his bottom lip as his hands move to my butt and massages it making me softly moan. I attack his lips once again, this time I take control as I back him into the couch. He flops down and wasting no time, I go to straddle him as I start leaving small kisses and bites on his neck. “Fuck y/n” he whispers out making me more excited. I make my way back to his mouth and give him one last passionate kiss and stare into his eyes. “Ashton Fletcher Irwin,” I say bringing my hands back to his hair, pushing it off of his face. “I think about you all the time you’d think I was obsessed. These last few weeks have been hell being away from you and when I saw you in the supermarket I almost cried. I’d do anything to go back in time and make you mine when I first had the chance. I’m so in love with you,” I say with my whole heart. “Oh baby,” he says rubbing his hands up and down my back, “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that,” he says. “I love you so much, y/n. I’m never letting you go, I don’t care what anyone thinks. You’re mine,” he says staring into my eyes.

“I fucking knew it” a voice behind us says as we turn around and see Calum looking like he’s ready to kill us.

A/N: So this is part 5, please tell me what y’all think! I love hearing from you all and talking about what I should do. Do y’all want a part 6? Or should I leave as is? Thank you for reading it means so much!!!! xoxoxo

Here’s pt. 6 —>i-dont-love-you-anymore-pt-6

Spellbound--Calum Hood Hogwarts AU

Hey guys! This was personal request from my best friend, she’s a Calum girl and she loves Harry Potter and she asked me to write a 5sos Hogwarts AU imagine for her. I apologize for the length–it’s a bit over 13,000 words– this turned out to be a lot more than what I originally had planned but I had so much fun writing this, so if you have a possible 5sos Hogwarts idea that you want brought to life, just shoot me a request (: I hope you all enjoy it! 


You panted as you darted down the corridors, your hurried footsteps echoing off the stone walls. You were up late studying the night before for your Potions exam later today and you overslept this morning, missing your alarm and if it wasn’t for Hermione shaking you awake before she left for breakfast, you would probably still be sleeping.

So now you were sweaty, hungry and running late for Transfiguration and you knew McGonagall was going to give you a lecture, you just hoped it wouldn’t be in front of the class like last time.

Finally reaching your destination, you gave yourself a few moments to collect yourself, smoothing down your hair, taking a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart and attempted to project a calm demeanor instead of the frazzled one that you were sure was written all over your features.

With a final comb of your fingers through your hair, you hefted your books up a bit higher and straightening your shoulders, you grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, wincing mentally at the loud groan it gave off, alerting everyone in the class of your presence.

You could feel the blush rising to your face as everyone turned to look at you. McGonagall stopped speaking at the disruption, her stern blue eyes meeting yours and she pursed her lips, eyeing you disapprovingly.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I am so delighted you could join us, please inform us as to why you are late to my class?” She asked, looking down her nose at you.

You gulped, picking nervously as your books, “I’m sorry Professor, I overslept, it won’t happen again.”

Her usual harsh eyes softened subtly and the corner of her thin lips lifted, “I’m not one for divination, Ms. Y/L/N, but somehow I find that a bit hard to believe,” the class snickered and you could feel your blush deepen, “Now please, take a seat so we may continue our lesson.”

Biting your lip, you found your usual seat by Hermione occupied by Ron, and the only one left was a few rows back.

It wasn’t the location of the seat that bothered you. No, it was the person that you would be sitting next to you that made your heart rate spike and your already heated face, heat even more.

Calum Hood, Gryffindor Quidditch star, mischief maker, the hottest guy at Hogwarts and your crush since First Year. The top few buttons of his crisp shirt were undone, revealing tattoos and blemish free tan skin. Hi scarlet and gold tie was hung haphazardly across his neck. His grey sweater vest clung to what promised to be a nice toned body and his dark hair was long enough that it had begun to curl loosely across his head. His blondish fringe brushed across his heavy eyebrows in the most appealing way and your fingers itched to brush it back so you’d have a better view of his beautiful mocha eyes.

McGonagall clearing her throat brought you out of your daze and you blushed heavily when you realized the entire class had watched you blatantly check Calum out.

“Today, Ms. Y/L/N.”

Blushing profusely, you scurried to the empty seat and sat down, quickly opening your bag to dig out your supplies. Finding a quill, you dipped it into the ink pot that appeared magically on your desk, unrolling your spare piece of parchment and began taking the notes that kept appearing on the board.

“You haven’t missed much.” A smooth voice whispered beside you.

Hesitantly, you peeked at Calum from underneath your eyelashes and he gave you a friendly smile.

“But, even if you did, I think McGonagall would personally brief you until you were up to speed.” He whispered conspiratorially, his voice slightly teasing.

You giggled softly, blushing, “I don’t know, I think she’s about had it with me constantly being late.”

Calum chuckled, “Nah, I think she just gives you a hard time to keep up appearances. She doesn’t want people to think she can actually be nice.”

You laughed, “She’s not the worst teacher I’ve ever had—at least she’s nicer than Snape. Defense used to be my favorite subject, but now I dread even walking near the classroom.”

Calum laughed, and you couldn’t help but fall for the slight twinkle that appeared in his brown eyes when he did so, or the way his eyes crinkled at the corners.

“I agree, although my grade in Potions would say otherwise. Now that Slughorn’s teachining, my grade isn’t suffering too horribly, however,  there’s definitely room for improvement.” He laughed.

“I could help you, if—I mean I’m pretty good at potions, but um, I’m not bragging or anything, but I mean if you need…help.” You could feel your cheeks heat at your stumbled suggestion and you bit your lip, both a nervous habit and a way of preventing yourself from saying or doing anything more to embarrass yourself further.

He smiled, his mocha eyes twinkling, “Thank you for offering, but I wouldn’t want to bother you, I’m quite horrible and I wouldn’t want to take up your time—“

You gave him a smile, hoping you didn’t seem too eager, “I don’t mind at all! It would help me out too!”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “How would tutoring me help you?”

You faltered for a second, biting your lip. How would tutoring him help you? With all of your classes, you were barely finding time to sleep with the amount of homework and studying you’d been doing, let alone have room for anything else.

But…by tutoring Calum in Potions, that’s one less class you had to study for at night, considering it would be a way of reviewing and that would definitely give you some free time to focus on other classes and not to mention, one on one time with Calum and that was something you definitely, didn’t mind at all. You would gladly sacrifice a few more hours of sleep if it meant you got to know Calum a little more.

“It would be an alternative way of studying, kind of, in a way,” You began and you smiled slightly at the dubious look he gave you, “I mean, if you don’t want my help, it’s okay, I kind of forced the idea on you and I’m sure you’re busy with Quidditch practi—“

“I won’t have Quidditch period if I don’t get my grade up, so if it’s not too much trouble, you’d be doing me a huge favor by tutoring me.” He admitted with a hopeful smile.

“I don’t mind, just let me know what days are good for you and we can draw up a schedule of sorts.”

“Thanks, Y/N, I really appreciate this, I promise I won’t waste your time.” He said earnestly.

It was the first time you ever heard Calum Hood say your name and you felt a little dizzy at the fact that he even knew it.

“We’ve had every class together since first year, and you’re one of the smartest girls in our year, let alone our house, of course I know your name.” Calum said and you blushed brightly when you realized you said that out loud.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

He laughed, “It’s fine, I just hope you know my name or else this will be pretty embarrassing.”

“Calum,” You murmured, “Your name is Calum.”

He gave you a bright smile, that familiar twinkle in his eyes and you couldn’t help but smile back at him, your heart fluttering.

“Now that we’ve been introduced properly, would you two care to pay attention to the actual class or do you wish us to wait on you to be done with your conversation?” McGonagall asked from in front of classroom.

“My apologies Professor, I was just asking Y/N if she could spare a piece of parchment so I could finish my notes.”

You simply nodded, handing him a piece of parchment that was in no way big enough to take notes on, just to back up his claim, while thinking that the amount of blushing you’d done in the last half hour was dangerous to your health.

You and Calum didn’t talk for the rest of class, but as you were collecting your books and your hefty amount of notes, you noticed the small piece of parchment flutter into your lap as Calum stood up to leave.

Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays after dinner in the library? Let me know if that works for you. Meet me after Quidditch practice tonight and we can discuss it.

Thank you again for offering to help, I really appreciate it!


You stared at the note in disbelief, your heart fluttering at the thought of spending three days a week with Calum.


Just the two of you.


You looked over at the door just in time to catch Calum wink at you before he was ushered out the door by Michael Clifford, a Slytherin—which had to be the most unlikely friendship in all of Hogwarts history.

You stared at the spot that Calum just vacated and then back down at the note. You didn’t know how long you did that, but once again, McGonagall was their to break you out of your trance.

“As flattered as I am that you enjoy my class so much that you seem so torn to leave, don’t you have other classes to tend to, Ms. Y/L/N?”

Blushing, you wished her a good day and hurried out of the classroom, now well on your way to being late for Potions.


Later that night, after eating a quick dinner, you hurried back up to Gryffindor tower and attempted to study for a bit—a vain attempt, because more often than you would like to admit, your gaze kept drifting out the window, where you could see the Quidditch pitch in the distance. Butterflies assaulted your stomach at the thought of meeting Calum, both out of nerves and excitement.

“Oh for heavens sake, just go down there already!”

You jumped, startled out of your Calum induced haze. When you met Hermione’s annoyed and exasperated gaze, you grinned sheepishly, your cheeks flushing.

“Sorry, ‘Mione, I didn’t mean to—“

She cut you off with a fond roll of her eyes, “It’s fine, but you’re not getting any work done at all, so you might as well leave early and watch for a bit, they still have about a half hour or so to go.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “How do you know that?”

She gave you a sneaky smile, “I may or may not have overheard your conversation with him in Transfiguration, so I went ahead and asked Harry for you.”

You gave her a small, but grateful smile, “Thank you.”

She smiled back, “No problem, now go and have fun! Make sure you wear a coat, it’s quite chilly out.”

You hesitated, feeling a bit guilty for leaving her in the common room by herself, “Do you want to come with me?”

She smiled, shaking her head, “Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but I think I’m going to stay here and study a bit more.”

“Alright, I’ll be back later.” You told her, before jogging up the stairs to grab your jacket. If you happened to glance in the mirror to fix your hair and makeup, well, no one had to know. You glanced down at your skinny jeans and picked at the hem of your band t-shirt—an old Nirvana t-shirt that you were sure didn’t belong to you—probably something you stole from your brother, judging by the way it hung off of you.

Shrugging your shoulders, you gave your reflection a small smile and proceeded to make your way back down the stairs and out of the tower.

“Have fun!” Hermione called after you.

You smiled to yourself as you made your way down to the pitch, smiling at t familiar faces or Professors that walked by. As you made your way out of the front of the castle, you inhaled the autumn air, shivering a little bit at the chilliness and you burrowed closer into your jacket, shoving your hands into the pockets. Your fingers brushed against something soft and you grinned in triumph when you pulled your favorite beanie out of the pocket. Thankful for your talent of misplacing things, you pulled the beanie on over your head, sighing happily at the warmth it offered on your cold ears.

It wasn’t until the Quidditch pitch came into view that your previous excited energy faded and nerves replaced it. You didn’t have much experience with boys, and considering how long you’d like Calum, you also thought you might be getting a head of yourself and your hopes up a little too high. You’d been going to school with him for six years and it wasn’t until today that you’d actually had a conversation with him, instead of a smile in the hallway or congratulating him on another win on the Quidditch pitch at the parities that were held in the common room after.

As far as you knew, you had no reason to believe that Calum even liked you back. Calum was a pretty nice guy, he talked to everyone and was friends with anyone, no matter of what house they were in or blood status. Michael was a good example of that, they’d been friends since first year, despite being sorted into rival houses.

So, all current data considered, you had no proof of Calum having nothing but friendly intentions towards you. You were his Potions tutor and if things worked out, another friend to add to his long list of friends he already had and he could be another list to add your list of…one. Well, one and Harry and Ron, who you hung out with occasionally when you Hermione forced you to go on Hogsmeade visits with them.

By the time you climbed up the stairs to one of the stands on the Quidditch pitch, you’d put yourself in a pretty downtrodden mood.

You didn’t even pay attention to which one you ended up in, so you were a bit surprised when you saw Michael sitting in the stands, nodding his head along to the beat of what you assumed was music and once you got closer, you noticed the familiar shape of an iPod.

“I thought muggle electronics didn’t work at Hogwarts?” You asked aloud once you got close enough for him hear you.

He looked up at your question and gave you a mischievous smile.

“My dad charmed it so it would, it helps that I’m so far from the castle.” He answered you with a secret smile.

You laughed, nodding towards the vacant seat next to him, “Do you mind if I sit down?”

He shook his head, “Go a head, I don’t mind.”

You smiled, collapsing down on the bench, turning your body towards Michael, “What are you listening to?”

“Uh, a bit of All Time Low. They’re an American band that I stumbled across a couple years ago—“

You gave him a smile, “I know who they are. My favorite song is probably ‘Therapy’ or ‘Paint You Wings’, depends on my mood I guess.”

He gave you a surprised look, “You like All Time Low?”

You nodded, blushing a bit a his sudden surprise.

“Sorry, but it’s not often that I meet a witch or wizard that knows who they are, let alone likes them.” He explained.

You smiled, “Well, I’m muggle-born, so that might explain it.”

“What other bands do you listen to?” He asked eagerly.

You gave him a wide smile, equally as excited.

You and Michael sat there chatting for a few minutes discussing bands and other music artist that you had in common. Conversation flowed easily with you two and you found yourself enjoying his company. He complimented you on your t-shirt and you replied in kind on his vintage Zeppelin t-shirt. He was funny, and he made you laugh with his running commentary on the Quidditch practice.

By the time the practice was over, you’d both decided to meet up that weekend to hang out and listen to music in one of the old classrooms on the seventh floor corridor.

You looked up at your name accompanied by a loud whoosh noise and you looked up to see Calum hovering right by your side on his broom. You heart gave a giant leap in your chest at the sight of him in his Quidditch robes, his dark brown hair windswept, cheeks flushed with the chill in the air and the extortion of practicing. His dark eyes were blown wide with adrenalin, but they were currently rested on Michael’s arm, which had been casually thrown over your shoulder during your conversation, and the close proximity you two seemed to be sitting in. Even with the warming charm Michael had place on the two of you, you were still a bit chilled and had huddled a bit closer towards Michael.

You gave him a bright smile, “Hey, Calum, did you have a good practice?”

He looked up at your question, giving you a small smile, but you frowned when you noticed that it didn’t reach his eyes like it usually did.

“Yeah, it was…alright,” he decided eventually, “You two look like you had a better time than me, though.” he added, once again glancing at your close proximity.

You were confused, glancing at Michael, who had a wicked smile on his face at his friend’s statement, his green eyes twinkling mischievously.

“We did, thank you for noticing,” Michael told him cheerfully, “Y/N here seems to have a wonderful taste in music, I definitely approve.”

You blushed heavily at his insinuation, but he continued on, shooting you a teasing smile, “Although, she’s so great that I think I might keep her for myself, what do you think, Y/N?” he asked you, his eyes glinting and you couldn’t help but giggle slightly at his antics, “Do you want to run away with me and we’ll survive off of music and our passionate love?”

You flicked your eyes back up to Calum, laughter escaping your lips, “Is he always this ridiculous?” you asked him.

“Unfortunately,” but Calum didn’t seem amused at all by Michael’s antics.

An awkward silence settled over the three of you—well, you felt awkward, Michael seemed perfectly content to sit there in the awkwardness and Calum looked like a mixture of uncomfortable and murderous.

“Well!” Michael said loudly, removing his arm from your shoulder and standing up, “this has been fun, but I can hear the homework I’m not gonna do calling my name,” Michael said, giving a Calum a grin, “I’ll see you later, buddy and Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Giving you a wink and patting Calum on the back, he popped his earphones back in his ears and walked away.

You shook your head at him, but you couldn’t help the small, amused smile that danced on your lips as you watched him walk away.

“He’s definitely…different,” you decided on, looking back over at Calum, who seemed a to be a bit confused.

“Are you two like, hanging out tomorrow or something?” he asked you, looking over at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

You nodded, giving him a smile, “Yeah! He said he had some records he wanted to show me—some Wizard bands he said he thought I would like and I told him I’d bring some of my CD’s and my iPod. He said he’d be able to get it to work or something,” you raised your eyebrow in question and Calum simply shrugged, “you’re more than welcome to tag along, it could be fun.” You added with a bright smile.

His eyes finally drifted over to you and you could see the hesitation in his eyes. He still had the sour look on his face and it only seem to deepen the more he thought about it.

Finally, he shook his head, giving you a tight smile, “Nah, I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

You frowned subtly, trying not to let the disappointment show on your face. Sure, you were still excited to possibly have a new friend—one who had interest in something besides studying—and Michael seemed like a really cool guy.


You were hoping to spend sometime with Calum, in a non-academic setting and possibly learn more about him. If you couldn’t have him the way you wanted him, you still wanted to be friends. You mentally shrugged your shoulders—you’d just have to make the best of what you had.

Calum seemed lost to your inner thoughts as he hopped off his broom, landing smoothly in the aisle of the stand and quickly grabbing his broom before it fell to the ground. He propped it up against the bench before he sat down next to you, his arm gently brushing yours.

“So, I see you got my note, do Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays work for you?” Calum asked, changing the topic, “I can do other days, but it’d have to be during lunch or dinner or I can give up a few of my Saturdays or even Sunday’s but I wasn’t sure if you’d want to do school work on the weekend—“

“Calum,” you interrupted him gently, unintentionally grabbing his hand to get his attention, “Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays work for me, and if you want, to free up some of your week days, we can exchange Thursdays for Saturdays, but I just thought that you’d want to spend your weekends with your friends in Hogsmeade, not doing homework with me.” You gave a light laugh, looking down at the toes of your scuffed black boots.

Calum chuckled, his mood seeming to brighten a bit at the change in topic, “I thought the same thing. It’s bad enough I’m taking up some of your time during the week, I didn’t want to bother you on the weekends, too.”

You gave him a smile, “You’re not a bother, I usually do homework or read or help Hagrid with some of the animals on the weekend.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “Don’t you ever go to Hogsmeade or something with your friends?”

You shrugged, “Sometimes I go with Hermione when she goes with Harry or Ron, but those three are so close that sometimes it feels like I’m fourth wheeling it or something,” you gave him a smile, “usually though, I just hang out by myself, listen to music or like I said, read or do homework.”

You were thankful for the cool air that already making your cheeks pink, because you blushed once you realized how pathetic you made yourself sound.

“It’s not that bad,” you felt compelled to say, “I get a lot of my work done and it helps me keep my grades up and I do get out sometimes, it’s, um, yeah.” You trailed off lamely.

You blushed at Calum’s slightly amused look he gave you, his eyes twinkling at your stuttered excuses.

“Well, maybe you can find time in your weekend schedule for me? I wouldn’t mind the extra study time, I’m pretty awful at potions.” He laughed

You nodded, smiling at him, “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

Silence settled over the two of you and it was then that you realized you were still holding Calum’s hand. Blushing furiously, you quickly let go, ignoring the way the worn leather of his Quidditch gloves and the warmth of his skin felt against against your palm.

“Sorry, um, sorry,” you muttered, slightly embarrassed.

He laughed lightly, “We should probably head back, it’s getting late and I still have to shower and work on that Defense essay that’s due tomorrow for Snape.”

You nodded, agreeing, “Yeah, I told Hermione that I’d be back around now so we could study some more before bed.”

Standing up, you stretched, shivering slightly when you noticed Michael’s warming charm had worn off.

“I like your shirt, Nirvana’s one of my favorite bands.” he informed you as you began walking back to the castle, Calum’s broom slung casually over his shoulder.

“Thanks, it’s mine too, but I have to admit that the shirt belongs to my brother and it mysteriously ended up in my trunk when I came back to school.” You gave him a sneaky smile and he laughed.

You two continued to talk during your long trek up to Gryffindor tower and you learned that Calum was Muggleborn, like you, loved football and music. He had an older sister named Mali and he was half Australian, which explained the slight accent in his voice.

Conversation only broke once you reached the portrait hole and once he recited the password, you both stopped inside the outskirts of the common room.

“Well, I’m gonna go shower and then work on my essay, I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked you hopefully.

You nodded, giving him a smile, “Sounds good to me.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said with a smile.

“Goodnight, Calum.” You replied with a grin.

He turned and nearly bumping into a little first year girl, who looked both parts terrified and awed at seeing Calum decked out in his Quidditch robes and you giggled quietly to yourself.

Me too, little girl, You thought to yourself as Calum threw an amused smile over his shoulder at you, his eyes crinkling as he laughed at himself, me too.

“So,” a voice said beside you and you turned to see three pairs of curious eyes trained on you, “how’d it go?”

You blushed at Hermione’s question as Harry and Ron looked on amusedly,  “It went well, we discussed our tutoring schedule and I think it will be adequate and it should work out, definitely, yes.” you replied, nodding to emphasize your point.

Harry gave you a grin, “Thank you for doing this, Y/N, Calum is our best Chaser and we need him if we want to have any shot a the cup this year.”

You gave Harry a smile as Hermione came over to you, putting her arm through yours as she lead you towards the girl’s dormitory, “You’re welcome, Harry!”

“He looked properly smitten with you, Y/N!” Hermione said excitedly and you were a bit taken aback by the rather…girlish topic from her.

“Are you feeling okay? You never want to talk about…girl things.” You asked, giving her a curious glance.

She shrugged, “I never really get a chance to and I’m interested and besides,” she added, her cheeks turning pink, “I might need some help with…someone.”

While you were surprised, you were also pleased at the chance to get to know Hermione better. You two were friends, yes, but mostly due to your shared love of academics and you made great studying partners and besides some trips to Hogsmeade together, you two never really talked about such frivolous things with each other.

With a smile, you plopped down on your bed and Hermione followed suit, and you told her about your night while she listened attentively and when she began speaking in a slightly nervous voice about her crush on Harry, well, you fought hard at the knowing grin that wanted to spread across your face.


After that fateful Transfiguration lesson, it seemed as if you saw Calum everywhere. In the corridors, at breakfast, lunch and dinner and in all of your classes. The next day, as you wandered into the Transfiguration classroom—on time for once, you didn’t think you’d ever seen McGonagall so surprised—you were going to take your original seat back next to Hermione, but Calum, who you’d noticed always seemed to be on time for everything, had other plans. He looked up when you entered the classroom and the smile that graced his face made your heart flutter. He patted the seat next to him and with an encouraging look from Hermione, you hesitantly sat down and almost immediately, Calum struck up an easy conversation between you two. You talked about simple things—his Defense essay, the weather, the upcoming Quidditch match—and you were surprised how quickly you became comfortable with him. He still made you a bit nervous, but you found yourself forgetting about any nerves as he made you laugh at an admittedly lame joke, his eyes crinkling at the corners and smiling so wide, you were sure you could see a small dimple in his chin.

Over the weekend, you spent most of your time in the library, checking out any books that you thought would help Calum with Potions. You weren’t sure where he was, exactly, in his learning or where he struggled and you planned to find out Tuesday, which would be your first tutoring lesson.

Michael met up with you after class on Friday to discuss what day you wanted to hang out and considering you never really did anything on Sundays, you both agreed that would be the perfect day for you to meet up. You found yourself smiling the rest of the day and when it came time for your Transfiguration lesson, Calum noticed your smile.

“What are you grinning about? Did you get your Potions essay back? Let me guess, you got the highest grade in the class.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the blush on your cheeks, “Do you forget that we have the same Potions class? No, I didn’t get my essay back. To answer your question, Michael met up with me after my last class—Arithmancy, we have it together—and we decided to meet up on Sunday to hang out for a bit.”

You didn’t notice Calum’s face fall, you were digging in your bag for your notes from last lesson, but you looked up when you heard his muttered, “Oh.”

“Yeah, I’m excited. I can’t wait to hear the bands he’s been telling me about, they sound like they’re really cool and if Michael listens to them, they must be. He’s the biggest music snob I’ve ever met.” You laughed.

Calum just mmm’d, fiddling with the quill in his hands.

“Are you sure you don’t want to hang out, too? I’m kind of surprised that he didn’t ask you—“

“I’m not,” Calum muttered and you furrowed your eyebrows, confused at the annoyance in his tone, “But no, I told some of the guys on the Quidditch team that I’d play a scrimmage game with them on Sunday.”

“Oh, well, okay, have fun then.” You said, trying to put some cheer in your tone, but you were sure it fell flat. Calum just gave you a quick smile, before turning his attention to the board as McGonagall began speaking, more notes flowing from the charmed piece of chalk.

You frowned, curious at Calum’s sudden change in mood and by the time class was over, you’d nearly bitten your bottom lip raw from worrying it so much as you thought about what could be wrong with Calum.

Usually, Calum would walk with you to your shared Care of Magical Creatures class, but he made some excuse about needing to talk to Harry about Sunday.

You were disappointed, but gave him a smile anyway and told him you’d see him later.

Hermoine watched the whole exchange with a furrowed brow, and when you met her eyes, you shrugged, giving her a ‘what can you do?’ kind of smile and gestured for her to walk with you. You listened to her absentmindedly as you walked to the dungeons for Potions, choosing to focus instead on what as bothering Calum.

That was on Friday and come Monday, you still didn’t understand what could be wrong. You debated on talking to Michael during your time together on Sunday, but you decided against it. You pushed all thoughts of Calum out of your head and focused on Michael and the music that was blasting through the speakers. You had a great time and you were excited at the prospect of growing close with Michael, to have a friend that understood you in a way that most people didn’t.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you noticed the people around you shuffling to leave the Great Hall and you frowned when you looked down at your plate and noticed that you hadn’t touched anything. Sighing, you grabbed a few desserts on the table and put them in your bag, before you made your way to the library and despite your growling stomach, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face at the thought of spending time with Calum.

Ms. Pince, the librarian, gave you a glare as you made your way into the library and you shot her a happy smile as you made your way to a table to set up for your first tutoring session with Calum.

You tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you set out your Potions books on the library table. It was your favorite part of the library; way in the back where no one could bug you and it happened to be right next to a window overlooking the Black Lake and the Quidditch pitch. The last part happened to be a coincidence and you tried not to think about the amount of time you looked out the window when you were trying to study, hoping to catch a glimpse of Calum on his broom during practice.

Your cheeks flushed at the thought and you cracked open a Potions book to think about something else and you only got as far as the introduction to  Drought of the Living Death potion when you heard a bag being set down across from you.

You looked up and gave Calum a bright smile, “Hey, Cal.”

He gave you a grin in response, his eyes twinkling, “Hey, Y/N, ready to bestow your infinite wisdom upon me?” he asked as he sat down across from you.

You blushed, “I don’t know about infinite, but yes, only if you are.”

He smirked at your flushed cheeks before he dug around in his bag, producing a quill, ink, and two pieces of parchment. One was fresh and blank, ready for notes, while the other was crinkled and covered in red and black ink.

He placed the one with red ink marks all over it right in front of you, and you mentally winced at the the giant D at the top, circled twice with red ink.

“Well,” you began, trying to think of something positive to say, “at least it’s not a T.” you tried, giving him what you hoped was an encouraging smile.

He snorted a laugh, “Thanks for trying, but it’s pretty horrible, hence the Dreadful.”

“Do you mind if I read it?” You asked.

He gave you a teasing grin, “It’s why I gave it to you.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, “I just thought you brought it as proof of your incompetence at Potions.”

You regretted the words as soon as you said them, afraid that might of sounded too harsh, but Calum just laughed, his eyes sparkling with humor.

You smiled to yourself, ignoring the warmth spreading through your chest at the thought of being able to make Calum laugh. You quickly scanned the essay, making notes on a spare piece of parchment of what you noticed was wrong or what he could improve upon.

Calum waited patiently, a sheepish grin on his face as every time you wrote something down in your notes.

“Okay,” you said, setting the essay aside, “You weren’t lying when you said you’re shit at potions.”

He raised his eyebrows at your curse and you blushed, an embarrassed laugh escaping your lips, “But anyway,” you continued, “it’s not the worst I’ve ever read, you just need to work on sentence structure and the outline of the essay. You’re a bit all over the place when it comes to describing the process of brewing the actual potion and I think you might need to research it more thoroughly before you write the actual essay.”

You looked up from your notes to see Calum staring at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

You could feel your face heating up underneath his analytical stare, shifting nervously, “What?” you demanded, raising an eyebrow.

Calum just shook his head, giving you a small smile, “Nothing, it’s just, you’re really smart, Y/N.”

You blushed, looking down at your parchment, playing with the ripped edge, “I didn’t even teach you anything yet.”

He chuckled, “No, I guess not, but still, you’re really smart.”

“Flattery of the teacher will get you nowhere, Hood,” You teased him, a grin playing on your lips, “now, let’s take a pop quiz so I can test your knowledge and see where you’re at.”

You grabbed the book you’d been reading before he got there and went back to the first chapter and began quizzing him on everything from the actual ingredients in the potions to the process of brewing it.

Calum, you learned, wasn’t as stupid as he made himself sound. He knew each ingredient and what it was used for, not even taking a second to tell you the answer to each question you threw at him. He did, however, stumble over the actual process of brewing the potion. While you didn’t expect him to memorize the entire process, you did expect him to know the difference between mincing and dicing or what steps would possible go before each other.

You did this for about a half hour and you could tell Calum was growing more and more frustrated with himself as got each question wrong and finally, deciding he’d had enough, you stopped.

“Okay, enough of that.” You said, setting the book aside. Calum let out sigh of relief, but he still had surly look on his face and you reached across the table and placed your hand on top of his.

“Hey,” You said, “don’t get defeated. You’re really knowledgeable about the ingredients, but I think the problem might lie in the way you brew the actual potion. You just need to work on the conceptual part and we can do that by brewing a few potions,” you gave him an encouraging smile, squeezing his hand, “don’t give up on me now, it’s only the first session, I’m here as long as you need me.”

He gave you a small smile, his eyes brightening a little at your words, “Thanks, Y/N.”

You smiled, giving him a smile, “No problem, Cal.”

You removed your hand and picked up the parchment with your notes about his essay and flipped it over, writing down a few vocabulary terms from the book along with a few ingredients and a short essay prompt.

“Here, take this and study it and bring it back to me for our next session. I’ll talk to Professor Slughorn and see if we can borrow the potions lab so we can practice your brewing, sound good?” you asked, looking up at him, handing him the parchment in your hands.

Your fingers brushed as the piece of parchment exchanged hands and you blushed.

He gave you a smile, “Sounds good to me, Y/N.”

You smiled and began packing up, but Calum reached out and grabbed your wrist, halting your movements.

You looked up, startled.

His cheeks pinked, and for a moment, it looked like he was nervous, “Sorry,  but if you’re not busy or like, don’t have studying to do, since we finished early, do you wanna maybe hang out for a little while?”
You hoped you didn’t look as shocked as you felt, but some shock must have registered on your face because Calum chuckled lightly and the butterflies that had calmed throughout your lesson, started up again.

You could feel the weight of his hand against your wrist and you wondered if he could feel your pulse racing underneath his warm and calloused fingertips.

Your mind briefly flashed to the pile of notes by your bedside that needed to be looked over, before the thoughts of Calum Calum Calum and alone alone alone took over.

You smiled, nodding your head, “Okay, yeah, I can hang out for a little while.”

The smile that spread across his face was worth any amount of sleep you might lose tonight to studying.

You sat back down in your previously vacated chair and set your bag back down on the able next you and listen to Calum chatter on about his Quidditch practice. Instead of zoning out like you usually did whenever the topic of Quidditch came up, you found yourself listening with rapt attention and attempting to participate in the conversation with your brief and very minuscule knowledge of Quidditch. You found out that his favorite team was Ireland and he went to the Quidditch World Cup a few years prior, when they played against Bulgaria. While he had a deep appreciation for Viktor Krum as a seeker, he didn’t really care for Bulgaria as a whole.

You told him about going to Quidditch World Cup with Harry, Hermione and the entirety of the Weasley clan and your run in with Barty Crouch, your fear at seeing the dark mark the air and your indignation at the way Bagman and Crouch treated his house elf. Calum was a great listener, he gasped at the appropriate parts, added commentary when he thought necessary and kept his eyes on you the entire time you spoke.

Calum told you about the first time he rode a broom and how it gave him the same feeling as playing his guitar or bass did—like an extension of him, like coming home, something he didn’t need to even think about.
You told him about your secret passion for singing and wishing that you were able to play an instrument in order to accompany your voice. He told you about the diary he kept of songs he wrote, that he took with him every where he went and you found yourself admitting that you did the same thing, up until second year, when Draco Malfoy took it from you one year in Potions and read some of them out loud in front of the entire class. You told him that you’d never seen Snape so furious and that it was the first time that someone could remember Snape taking points away from his own class. You told him home Snape was unusually kind to you after class, when he gave you back your journal and taught you how to conceal the songs, so if it were to ever fall into the wrong hands again, it would just look like a notebook full of Potions notes.

You blushed heavily at Calum’s angry expression and you could see a plan formulating in his eyes, a plan to get Malfoy back for his horrible behavior towards you, he informed you in a tight voice. You found yourself reaching across the table and grabbing his hand, squeezing it tightly in yours as you fought back tears, the lump building in your throat painful as you whispered your thanks to him.

He fire burning in his brown eyes dimmed to a few embers, softening at the tears in your eyes and he squeezed your hand back, his warm hand engulfing your smaller one, as he whispered You’re welcome, Y/N.

You wiped furiously at your eyes, embarrassed about getting so emotional and it was then that you looked down at your watch and gaped at the time it displayed.

Your distress of the time grabbed Calum’s attention and after grabbing your bag and slinging it easily across his shoulder, he reached for your hand and giving you a secret smile, he told you about a shortcut that would get you there in two minutes.

He lead you through the maze of the library and after throwing a look back at you, he began to run, still holding on to your hand and you quickened your pace to keep up with him.

Hysterical laughter left your lips as both of you, being lead by Calum, sprinted through the empty corridors, your rushed footsteps echoing loudly off of the walls. The portraits chuckled at your antics, while some sent you disapproving glares.

You ignored them all and simply focused on your heart beating in your chest, the feeling of Calum’s palm heavy in yours, warm and calloused, his grip gentle, but strong as he ducked behind a portrait after quickly saying the password. The smile on his face as he darted confidently through dim corridor made your heart warm and the butterflies darted around in your stomach. You felt free, almost weightless as you followed him without a thought and you never wanted this moment to end.

By the time you reached the familiar portrait hole, your face was flushed, you were panting, your hair was wind blown, and your legs burned, but you’d never felt better in your life, the smile on your face a mile wide and your heart lighter than it had ever been.

Calum’s gaze was heavy on your face as you made your way into the empty common room, stopping at the edge of the stairs, and when you met his eyes, they were practically glowing. His dark hair was a mess across his forehead, the fading blonde fringe brushed over his left eyebrow and without thinking, you reached up and pushed it away, reveling in the softness of the dark locks.

The look in his eyes changed, his brown eyes darkening and you found yourself blushing, slowly retracting your hand.

“Thank you for getting me back so quickly.” You murmured, giving him a smile.

“Anytime.” He told you softly, squeezing your hand that was still in his grasp.

“Goodnight, Cal.” You whispered, blushing.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.” He whispered back, giving your hand one last squeeze before he dropped it and you walked up the stairs, your head spinning and your cheeks hurting from smiling too much.

Laying in your four poster that night, you stared up at the canopy with a dopey smile on your face, your hand still warm from Calum’s hand. For the first time in a long time, your rolled over and fell fast asleep and the notes on your bedside table were left where they were, untouched and unstudied.


Over the next few weeks, you and Calum seemed to spend more and more time together and Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and the occasional Saturdays were quickly becoming your favorite days of the week.

Much like the first time, after a session was over, you found yourself lingering in the library or the potions classroom, just talking about whatever cake to mind. You’d learned so much about Calum in those weeks and you savored every small bit of information he gave you, from the big things—like the time he fell off his broom and nearly died, his mother having to rush him to St. Mungos to get emergency mediwizard attention —to the small, seemingly insignificant things—like the way he bit the tip of his quill when he was concentrating or the way he hummed under his breath when he was brewing a potion under your watchful eye. While he studied his Potions, you studied him.

You could feel yourself falling in deeper with every moment you spent with Calum, whether it was inside the classroom or eating dinner with him or spending time with him and Michael on the weekends in whatever abandoned classroom you guys could find or cheering Calum in the stand of the Quiddith pitch as you watched him fly around on his broom, ducking and dodging bludgers.

Your crush on him wasn’t just a long distance crush anymore. Every new bit of information you found out about him brought you father and father away from reason and by December, you were pretty sure you had fallen head over heels, completely and totally in love with Calum Hood.

You were startled out of your thoughts when you heard Calum let out a frustrated groan, muttering curse words under his breath. You looked up from the Defense notes that you were (not really) studying and were met with the wonderful sight of Calum bent over the boiling cauldron, sweater and tie flung across the the table a few feet away. The top three buttons of his crisp white shirt were unbuttoned—giving you the perfect view of his tattoos that were just dying to see up close and trace with your fingers—and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His fringe was matted to his forehead with sweat and you found yourself short of breath.

The smell of burning potions killed your rising libido and you quickly darted over to Calum’s side, putting out the flame with a wave of your wand.

You looked into the cauldron to see the potion had turned a godawful yellow color when it was supposed to be a light shade of pink. You met Calum’s sheepish expression, but the edges of his eyes were taught with frustration.

You couldn’t help the giggles that escaped your mouth, “Having a bit of trouble here, Cal?”

He sighed, frustration still in his eyes but you could see the hints of amusement dancing at the edges of his irises, “When am I not? I’ve done this exactly as it says in the book and it still turned out like shit!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. You tried to ignore the way his muscles rippled with the movement, deciding to take care of the matter at hand.

“I’m hopeless, Y/N.” He said, and you had to fight back the coo that wanted to escape your lips at the subtle pout that settled on his plump pink lips.

You placed your hand on his bicep, bringing his attention down to you and you gave him a gentle smile, “You’re not hopeless, Cal, you just made a mistake. Unfortunately, in potions, even the simplest mistake can have dire consequences,” you told him grimly, looking down at his potion and poking at it with the ladle.

You nodded to the book, “Review the directions again and see if you can pinpoint where you might’ve made a mistake, we’ll probably be able to save the potion with a few extra steps.”

After pinpointing where he might’ve messed up—turns out Calum mixed up mince with dice—you talked him through the few extra steps to correct the potion.

Not even ten minutes later, a perfectly light pink potion was boiling away in the cauldron and Calum was much happier.

“Thanks, Y/N! If it wasn’t for you, I probably would’ve had to start all over again.” He informed you, giving you a grateful smile.

You smiled, ducking your head down and looking at your scuffed dress shoes, “It’s no big deal, I’m just glad I could help.”

You gave Calum a small quiz on the potion he just brewed, just questions on the ingredients and the process and while he worked on that, you packed up your notes and books, shoving them into your fraying bag.

You looked up when you heard footsteps and you gave Calum a smile when he handed you the piece of parchment he wrote his answers down on. You immediately took it and began looking it over, smiling at the amount of improvement you saw compared to his first quiz.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Calum blurted out and you looked up curiously from the piece of parchment in your hands. Calum was shuffling his feet nervously, his hands shoved in his pockets of his black trousers.

“Aren’t we supposed to meet in the library tomorrow so I can revise your essay?” You asked, confused.

Calum’s cheeks tinted pink and he looked down at his black dress shoes scuffing across the dungeon floors, “Well,yeah, but I was thinking—“

Your heart beat spiked in your chest and you could feel the blush creeping onto your cheeks. You bit your lip, not daring to hope that this was actually happening.

Calum looked at you expectantly and you blushed heavily.

“Do you mind repeating that? I zoned out there a little bit and I didn’t hear you.” You told him, slightly embarrassed.

He gave you a small smile, walking up closer to your table and you held your breath.

He leaned in close to you, stopping a few inches from your face. You could smell his cologne, slightly sweet with a hint of musk and pine and fresh linens. He placed his hands on the table, the tips of his fingers brushing yours and you swallowed heavily.

“Instead of studying tomorrow, would you like to go to Hogsmead with me?” He asked you, voice soft, brown eyes hopeful.

You blushed, a smile dancing on your lips, “I’d love to.” You murmured shyly, looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes.

He smiled brightly, “Great! Meet me at the Entrance Hall around ten?”

You nodded, smiling at his excitement, warmth blooming in your chest at the thought of spending a whole day with Calum that had nothing to do with academics.

“It sounds good, Cal.” You confirmed, smiling up at him.

He grinned, checking his watch, “I’ve got to get to practice, thanks for your help today.”

Grabbing his stuff, he gave you a smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“It’s a date.” You said and immediately regretting it. Your cheeks went up in flames at your insinuation and you went to apologize, but when looked in Calum’s eyes and saw the little glimmer and the small, but happy smile dancing across his tantalizing lips, you stopped.

“It’s a date.” He echoed, and after a brief moment of hesitation, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to your flaming cheek.

Your lips parted on a silent gasp when you felt the gentle pressure of his warm, soft, slightly chapped lips pressed against your skin. He was millimeters from the corner of your lips and if either one of you turned your head even slightly, your lips would be touching.

He pulled back slightly, his face a few inches from yours and flicked your shocked eyes up to his soft dark ones. His eyes flicked over your face, down to your lips and back to your eyes.

“Tomorrow.” He breathed, and it sounded like a promise.

Shooting you one last smile, he grabbed his stuff and headed out of the classroom. You briefly registered the door creaking open and slamming back against the frame with loud bang that made you jump.

You stared at the spot where Calum stood, bringing your hand up to your cheek, brushing your fingers over the place where his lips were not even ten seconds ago.

A wide smile spread across your face and your cheeks had a permanent blush to them.

You had a date.


With Calum Hood.

Letting out a small squeal, you quickly grabbed your things and darted out of the classroom.

You had a date to prepare for.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, tugging at the hem of your sweater nervously.

With the help of Hermione, you decided on a soft maroon sweater with your favorite jean jacket with the grey sweatshirt sleeves over it and your favorite pair of dark skinny jeans tucked into your usual black combat boots. Due to your hair not wanting to cooperate this morning and the freezing temperatures outside, you pulled a black beanie over your head. Your makeup was minimal, choosing instead to go more natural—a little mascara here, lip gloss there—and you were quite satisfied with your appearance.

Checking the time on your watch, you muttered a quick curse at the time displayed.


Quickly wrapping your scarf around your neck and tugging your mittens on your hands, you grabbed your bag and made your way down the stairs, rushing out of the common room and darting down the Grand Staircase. After almost tumbling down the last flight of stairs, you rushed to the Entrance Hall and stopped in your tracks by what you saw.

Calum was leaned up against the door frame to the giant double doors, dressed in a dark grey sweater, tight black skinny jeans tucked into a scuffed up pair of boots. His thick black jacket looked warm and cozy and his Gryffindor colors were flying high with his red and gold scarf and matching red beanie.

Your stomach fluttered anxiously and excitedly, and taking a deep breath, you strode over to Calum, who looked up at your footsteps and smiled brightly up at you.

He took in your appearance, causing you to shift nervously underneath his heavy gaze.

A slow grin spread across his lips, “You look beautiful and cozy,” he added when he noticed your beanie.

You blushed, “Thanks, Cal, you look really great, too.”

He pulled his hand from behind his back and presented you with a single bright pink peony.

“Cal, it’s beautiful, thank you.” You said, giving him a bright smile.

His cheeks pinked, “I remember you telling me it was your favorite flower a couple weeks ago. I enchanted it so you can keep it forever and it won’t change, I mean only if you want to—“

Your heart felt like it would explode from the overwhelming amount of happiness flowing through your body. Never had someone done something so thoughtful or sweet for you. The date hadn’t even really started and already, you were this overwhelmed by Calum.

“Calum, that—that’s so sweet and thoughtful, thank you.” You breathed, looking up at him awe.

“A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl.” He murmured, giving you a shy smile.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked you and you nodded, smiling happily. He grabbed your hand and intertwined your gloved finger with his and together, you walked out of the Great Hall and into the cold December air, heading to the horseless carriages.

Calum opened the door for you and offered you his hand, helping you in before climbing in himself. He tripped slightly on the top step and he blushed, chuckling embarrassedly.

You giggled lightly, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he laughed, “I’m fine.”

You expected him to sit in the seat across from you, but instead, he chose to sit next to you, his jean clad thigh brushing yours. You blushed when he reached for your hand again and you offered it to him and he took it, gripping it tightly, squeezing your fingers gently.

You made light conversation on the way to the village, talking about your days so far, how you were doing and the whole time you were talking, Calum was brushing his thumb across the back of your hand and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered with every swipe of his thumb.

A cold burs of air filtered through the window of the carriage and you unconsciously scooted closer to Calum, who seemed to always be warm, no matter the weather outside.

Calum shot you a smile, his eyes glimmering with an emotion you couldn’t quite place your finger on, but before you could really think on it too much, the carriage came to a halt and you were following Calum out and into the snow covered streets of a bustling Hogsmeade.

Your eyes widened a bit a the crowds of people; students, teachers and regular wizards and witches doing a bit of last minute Christmas shopping or just milling about the shops, spending a day out with friends or family, depending on the person.

“Where do you want to start?” Calum asked, squeezing your hand to get your attention.

You eyed Dominic Maestros, a music shop that sold both wizard and muggle instruments alike, along with records, record players and anything else you could possibly want for music.

Calum followed your gaze and his eyes immediately brightened, “Do you want to go in there?”

You smiled, nodding and Calum lead you into the shop, the bell above the door giving a soft ting at your entrance. Your eyes jumped from the collection of vintage guitars, to the eclectic collection of records. You were torn and finally, you decided to go over to the records, your hands just itching to comb through the never ending stacks and see what treasures you could dig up.

Calum, however, immediately darted towards a vintage cherrywoodTaylor acoustic, running his fingers over it reverently, his fingers gently plucking the strings in a soft and familiar melody, and you found yourself singing under your breath as you flicked through the records.

Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,

Your let out an excited shriek when your fingers brushed over a familiar album and you picked it up, examining it closely. The cover was a bit beat up, but the record was in mint condition, not a scratch on it.

Led Zeppelin’s VI record was in your hands and you knew immediately that you had to buy it for Mikey for Christmas.

Checking the price, you were surprised that they were selling it for so cheap. However, you remembered that this was a wizard’s shop and wizard village, so you doubted that most of them cared about a Led Zeppelin album.

“What’d you find, love?” Calum asked from behind you.

You blushed at the pet name, but handed him the album that was in your hands.

He whistled, impressed, “This is quite the find, how much is it?”

“Two Galleons.” You said excitedly as he appraised it, flipping it over to read the tracks.

“Damn, that’s a steal, you like Zeppelin?” he asked, looking up at you, his brown eyes curious.

You nodded, a small smile gracing your face, “My dad, he loves them. He used to tell me stories about the concerts he’d been to, he even tried to convince me he met Robert Plant once, but I didn’t believe him,” You chuckled, turning about to look at more records, “My dad was always listening to the classic’s, so I guess you could say his love of Zeppelin and crew was passed on to me.”

Calum smiled as he handed you back the album, “So is it a present for him then?”

You shook your head, “No, he has this album already. I picked it up because I knew Michael doesn’t have it—he was telling me about it the last time we hung out—and I figured it’d be a nice little Christmas present for him, nothing like too extravagant, I know he wouldn’t want it and I don’t want him to feel like he has to buy me something in return, it’s, um, yeah.” You said, blushing at your stammered reply.

You shifted underneath Calum’s appraising stare, your cheeks getting redder. While what you said was true, you also wanted to thank Michael, in  away, for being your friend and confidant. He found out about your feelings for Calum a couple of weeks ago, during one of your many hang out sessions and instead of laughing at you, he just gave you a soft smile, his green eyes filled with understanding. Since that day, he listened to you rant about how unfair and unjust it was that Calum was well, Calum and you were well, you. Michael listened with a patient ear, something that obviously went against his nature, and offered you sympathy and a shoulder to lean on and sometimes, what he thought were sage words of advice.

You were so busy looking down at the album, nervously picking at the slightly worn spine, that you missed the dark look that had taken over Calum’s usually soft eyes.

After an awkward moment of silence, Calum cleared his throat and you looked up shyly, “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

“Really?” You asked hopefully, “You don’t think its stupid?”

Calum gave you a soft smile, “I think it’s very thoughtful, Y/N, and I’m sure Michael will, too.”

You bit your lip, a subtle frown settling on your lips. While you had no doubt that Calum was being sincere, something seemed a bit…off. There was something lurking behind those expressive brown eyes, something sad and you had no idea what it could be

You gave him a small smile before turning back to the bins of records, flipping through them and after a few moments, Calum joined you.

After picking out a few more—the Beatles’ Abbey Road, Janis Joplin’s Pearl and ACDC’s Highway to Hell—you headed over to the check out, smiling at the elderly old man who rang you up with a cheerful smile.

Once he handed you your bag and you headed back out of the store, shivering when you were met with the chilled air after being in the warm air of the music shop.

You made a few more stops;Tomes and Scrolls to pick up a few more books to read over the Christmas holiday, Spintwitches—a sporting goods store that you’d never noticed before—so Calum could get a new set of Quidditch gloves and few little gifts for the guys on the Quiditch team and Honeydukes—you had a small obsession with chocolate frogs and Calum, once he realized this, much to your horror and objections, Calum bought you a whole box. He brushed off your protests and raced you to the checkout counter, where he slammed down the exact amount of coins and then proceeded to race out into the snow, laughing wildly and once you caught up with him, breathless and slightly sweaty, outside of Three Broomsticks, he cheerfully informed you that he would also pay for lunch and that if you wanted you chocolate frogs, you’d comply without complaint.

Grumbling, you followed him into the pub, trying to ignore your racing heart and flushed cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold or the extortion of running.

Calum found a small table in the corner of he crowded pub, pulling out your chair for you and waiting until you were seated to strut over to the other side of the table, a smug grin etched onto his flawlessly gorgeous face.

“No need to look so proud of yourself, Hood. Smug isn’t a good look for you.” You muttered petulantly, looking down at the menu Madam Rosmerta placed in front of you when she came over to get your drink order.

Calum just smirked even wider before ordering a butterbeer for himself and when she looked over at you, you ordered the same thing.

Once she returned with your drinks and both of you ordered your food—you ordered a simple chicken sandwich and chips while Calum got a burger and chips—you settled into an easy conversation about music, mostly about what you listened to as a child and favorite songs from certain years. You were only interrupted when Madam Rosmerta brought you your food and then the conversation started up as quickly as it ended, only pausing now and then to eat.

Calum was in the middle of telling you a story about his older sister putting her makeup on him and forcing him to give an impromptu performance with her in the front of her friends that had you in stitches when you were interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Look at this, having a date without me I see.” Michael said, setting down next to you and slinging an arm around your shoulders.

You rolled your eyes, giggling, “That’s because a date only includes two people Michael, unless it consists as a double date, which therefore, you have no partner for it to be one, nor were you invited for it to be a double date. So, yes, we are having a date without you.”

He put his free hand to his chest, feigning hurt, “You wound me, why must you be so rude to me? What have I done to constitute such treatment?” He whined, giving you a an over exaggerated pout.

You raised an eyebrow, “Someones been reading the dictionary.”

He sighed, “It’s what I have to do to tempter the loneliness when your angelic presence is no longer around.”

You blushed, giggling.

Calum cleared his throat, and you looked over at him, smiling brightly, “You’re friend here is quite overdramatic.”

Calum scoffed, “Yeah, friend.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused at the suddenly hostile tone, looking between Calum—who was rigid, anger rolling off of him in waves, his eyes dark and stone cold—to Michael, who was the picture of ease and calm, leaning back in his chair and munching on some chips he stole off of your plate.

“Look, I forgot that I told Harry that I would help with Quidditch strategies, so I’m gonna go, I’ll see you guys later.” He muttered, tossing some coins on to the table before he grabbed his jacket and strode out of the pub.

“Calum wait—“ you began, but he was already gone.

You deflated, sliding down in your chair and casting your eyes down to your jean clad thigh.

You were confused, you thought that the date was going quite well. You and Calum had a natural chemistry that flowed so easily whenever you were talking with each other, whether it was about academics, sports and childhood memories or even simple things like the weather or how your days went. You had hoped, with the kiss on the cheek and the date and Calum holding your hand throughout the entire day had been signs. Obviously, you’d been wrong and with that thought, hot tears welled in your eyes at the obvious and public rejection.

“You know,” Michael began conversationally,  his mouth slightly full with half chewed chips and you were that upset that you didn’t admonish him like you usually would, “he really likes you.”

You snorted, “Obviously, you checked out in the last two minutes because he just ran out of here like the building was on fire.”

You could physically feel the weight of Michael’s eyeball has he slammed his chair back down on all fours and twisted his body to face you.

“Y/N,” He began, and you could feel your annoyance rise at the amusement dancing in his eyes, “Calum is jealous.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Of what?” You demanded.

“Of me.” Michael said simply, taking another bite of a chip.

“But there’s nothing to be jealous of! I mean no offense,” you added at Michael’s raised eyebrow, “but we’re just friends. I lo-like,” you caught yourself and you ignored Michael’s smirk, blushing, “Calum, I thought I made that pretty clear, I mean, he asked me out and I said yes and we were holding hands and he almost kissed me yesterday—“

“Y/N,” Michael interrupted, “have you ever talked about me to Calum? Told him about our hang out sessions or something I said or—“

“Well of course, besides Hermione, you’re my only friend—“

“Does he ever act weird? Like change the subject really quickly or maybe not act as interested in the conversation?”

You nodded slowly, “Yeah, but what—“

“Y/N, Calum likes you and he thinks that you like me. I just proved that when I came over here and flirted with you a little bit-“

“Wait, wait, wait,” You demanded, holding your hand out, “Calum likes me?” you asked and at Michael’s nod, you continued, “And you knew?” you added and again, Michael nodded.

“Then why would you—“

“Do you remember the day you came to Cal’s practice and you sat next to me and when I asked you to hang out right in front of him?”

You nodded, not really seeing where he was going with this.

Michael gave you a small, knowing smile, “Y/N, Calum’s liked you since he first laid eyes on you first year at the sorting ceremony. I’ve listened him blather on about you for the last six years and he’s never once done anything about it. So, when he told me about you tutoring him for Potion’s and you showed up at the Quidditch pitch and we got to talking, I decided that not only were you a really awesome girl, but that you liked Calum back. So I decided to use this to my advantage. Calum’s a very jealous person, I’ve watched him glower at any guy who’s come within an inch of you and I knew that if I started hanging out with you, it would either force him to admit his feelings or you would pick up on his feelings, however, I didn’t take into consideration of your lack of experience of guys and his pigheadedness, and since it hadn’t gone any further, I decided when I saw you two together today, that I would speed up the process a little.” He finished with a smirk.

You could only gape at him, your head spinning with all of this information, “That’s very Slytherin of you,” you said faintly, starting down at your half finished sandwich as if it would hold the answers of where to go from here.

“Thank you.” Michael said, accepting the compliment, “now, I don’t know what you’re still doing here with me, but if I had to guess, Calum should probably be ready to pass Tomes and Scrolls, so if you hurry, you should be able to catch him.”

You only stared, for some reason not comprehending.

Michael rolled his eyes, kicking your chair, “Go! Run after him, be romantic and chase after him in the snow and all that shit!”

Adrenalin pumped through your veins, your heart pounding in nerves and excitement.

“He really does like me?” You murmured, softly, to yourself.

“YES!” Michael exclaimed in exasperation, “We’ve established that, now go!”

Jumping up from your chair, you grabbed your jacket and quickly shoved your arms through the holes, not bothering to button it up. You darted out of the pub, almost tripping when your feet it the snow. You ran down the busy streets, shouting apologies to anyone you bumped into or nearly tripped in your haste to get to Calum.

You flew past Honeydukes and Zonko’s, your breath leaving your parted lips in quick gasps, your legs were straining with the effort of your speed and your stomach was filled with nervous butterflies.

Just as you ran past Spintwitches, you spotted a familiar figure, trudging in the snow, head down, shoulders slumped.  

“Calum!” You shouted, a bit breathless and the figure kept walking.

Frustrated, you tried again, “Calum!”

The figure stopped, his shoulders tensing before they turned around. Dark eyes cut into yours and you heart squeezed painfully in your chest at the dejected look in them. Calum’s eyes widened a bit when he noticed you running towards him but then they hardened and just as he turned to continue walking and you were close to reaching him, until a patch of ice came out of no where. You could feel your body sliding, desperate to find traction and you only had time for panicked scream as you fell forward towards the ground at a shocking speed. Your eyes closed tightly, preparing for the inevitable impacted but it never came.

Strong hands grasped you by the shoulders, catching you in their strong grip, before they pulled you up, setting you gently back on your feet.

You looked up into those familiar dark brown eyes, anger at the edges and rejection making them dark, sad. But underneath all of it, you could see the concern, the worry and even slight amusement, but it was the fondness—this soft look of complete and total adoration that got you.

Any thoughts of a long winded speech left your mind, the words ebbing away as if someone had erased them one by one. Looking into those beautiful brown eyes that had captured your heart, you did the only thing you could think of.

“Y/N, are you okay, what were you—“ Calum began, but you cut him off, your slightly chapped lips brushing against his softly.

Calum froze and momentary panic that you had gotten this wrong, that you had actually fallen and hit your head on the cobblestone pathway and this was all just a concussed hallucination seized for a moment.

But then soft, plump lips brushed against yours and all thought left your mind.

Calum kissed like he did everything in his life, diving in headfirst, no care of any consequences and with a passion and determination that left you breathless. His lips were warm and demanding on yours, his gloved hands cupping your cheeks and titling your head just the way he wanted, guiding you, feeling you out and you more than happy to go along.

He nipped at your bottom lip, soothing the slight pain with a gentle brush of his tongue, pushing past your lips and deepening the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours.

Your head was spinning and you tightened your grip on his shoulders briefly before sliding your hands into the hair at the base of his neck, pulling him closer to you, wanting more more more of his kisses, of the addicting taste of his lips—butterbeer, salt from the chips and chocolate from the chocolate frog he snitched out of your box, created a heady mixture and the gentle way he sucked on your tongue that made your heart threaten to beat out of your chest.

The easy chemistry you’d been thinking of earlier floated back into your brain—the way your lips danced and moulded together was perfect; the way you titled your head, the way Calum brushed his fingers across your cheek, reverently, like you were the most precious artifact that needed to be handled with the gentlest of care—was the exact same way your conversations were or the silence or anytime you spent with Calum. It was natural, complete, like coming home. It reminded you of the way it felt when you grasped your wand for the first time, how it felt so right, like it belonged to you.

Calum chose you.

And you chose him right back.

You both parted for air at the same time, resting your foreheads together, your breath leaving your parted lips and the contrast to the warmth with the cold air created soft plumes of smoke like fog in front of you.

You pulled away slightly, resting your chin on Calum’s chest, looking up into his dazed eyes and you smiled.

He smiled back at you, brushing a tendril of hair that had escaped your beanie away from your face.

“I have a proposition for you.” He murmured, brushing his thumb across your cheek.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, your voice soft, gentle, not wanting to ruin the peace that had surrounded you.

“I’ll teach you how to play the guitar, only if,” he added at your excited squeal, “you be my girlfriend.”

Your heart flipped in your chest and your stomach dropped, the same feeling of going down a large dip on a rollercoaster and you were sure your face was the color of a tomato, but you found yourself smiling up at him widely, “That sounds like a fair deal to me,” you replied, grinning.

He smiled, leaning down and kissing you again.

You were a little scared, having never been in a relationship before, but you wanted Calum for so long that you couldn’t find it in yourself to duck down and hide. After all, you were a Gryffindor and you were Calum would have no problem tutoring you in the finer art of relationships.

Obnoxious clapping broke you two out of your daze and you both turned your head, only to be met with sight of a smirking and rather smug looking Michael, munching on one of your chocolate frogs.

“Finally! I thought I was going to have to give my virtue Y/N in order for you to finally grow a piar and ask her out,” Michael said to Calum, who rolled his eyes and flipped him off, but you could see the smile dancing on his kiss swollen lips.

That you put there, you thought to yourself in wonder.

“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, Y/N,” Michael said, breaking you out of your Calum haze, “is that Zeppelin record for me?”



I really hoped you all enjoyed it and like I said, if you have anymore ideas for me or a request, just shoot me a message (:

BabyDaddy!Cal Pt.1

A/N: AHHHHHHHH, I told y'all I’d be back for a sequel. I’m hoping this sequel gets just as much attention as the first series did, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed. If you’ve read the first series, then you already know that I’m all about drama and that’s exactly what this series is gonna be. Anyway, this is the first chapter and you all should look forward for many to come. If you’ve read the first series you know that I need 100 notes and feedback for the next chapter. Enjoy my lil nuggets💕

Oh and most of this chapter is in italics because they’re flashbacks.

**WARNING**: Nothing besides profanity, but I’m sure you knew that

**Previous Series: SugarDaddy!Cal **(Read this first)

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty{END}

The moment you found out you were pregnant you knew that shit was about to hit the fan.You weren’t just the average twenty year old, barely financially stable college student. No. You were also the girlfriend of a famous rockstar who is in a world famous band. Plus, you also happened to sleep with his best friend and bandmate before finding out you were pregnant, therefore have no clue who’s baby it is. On top of that you were being watched, loved, and even hated by millions of people daily. Oh, and how could you forget that you were helping your best friends plan their wedding as well? Life couldn’t be any better right?

So, here you are in your living room trying to ignore your overwhelming emotions by catching up on Supernatural and eating for two while your boyfriend is out somewhere angrily driving around on the streets. Oh, and what led him to doing that was catastrophic.

Let’s start from the very beginning, shall we? Only three weeks after you first found out about the new life growing inside of you.

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The Hills

AU: Based on The Hills by The Weeknd 

A/n: Boi have I been having those Calum feels lately. It seems like no amount of fanfiction can quench my thirst, so I just made some myself. Honestly, I’m so proud of this. Also, this story isn’t verbatim to the song, cause I don’t think I could handle fuckboy Cal js xx

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Daddy’s In Trouble

Author’s Note: This imagine is HEAVILY inspired by the scene shown in the gif above which is from one of my favorite movies ever, The Wolf on Wall Street. My request are open yet nobody sends me request so I guess I will only write when I’m inspired, hopefully, the more I write the more willing you guys will be to send me a request. Anyways I hope you enjoy this imagine!

Warning(s): Slight smut

You lived the good life. The real good life. The life that you fantasized about when you played with your Barbie and Ken dolls when you were younger, it was crazy to say that all of those dreams you had literally came true. You lived in one the most luxurious mansions in LA; 10 Bedrooms, 20 Bathrooms, 3 Kitchens and 40 acres of land were all at your disposal. It was a complete understatement to say that you lived a lavish lifestyle. But no matter how much money you had you refused to let I get to your head, you wanted to remain the same humbled city girl that you were before you met Luke.

You worked as a secretary for  Hemmings Enterprises for 3 years before the CEO, Mr. Luke Robert Hemmings, caught your eyes. You were working late one night, overwhelmed with work due to a printing mishap that happened earlier in the week. You were just finishing up your work and decided to run quickly to your supervisor desk to put down the files you finished working on when suddenly you bumped head first into him. Luke.Mr.Hemmings himself was staring right back at you with his blue crystal eyes and disheveled hair. You had never seen him, not in person at least but the rumors were true he was stunning. You snapped out of your initial shell shock and quickly gathered up the files in sheer panic of upsetting him, he let out a soft chuckle before kneeling down and helping you gather the files. He walked you to your supervisor’s office and out of the building, giving you a ride home to your flat. And the rest was history, Luke would always find a way to see you more and more despite your busy schedules, and when he couldn’t you could always count on some special floral or chocolate package to be placed on your desk with a sweet note from Luke.That was 7 years ago, and know you lived the life you always wanted as Mrs.Hemmings with your amazing husband and newborn daughter Reagan.

You rocked back and forth in your rocking chair, careful not to make any harsh movements to wake Reagan. Your beautiful baby girl rested her softly on your chest with her mouth slightly open, her little chest rising and falling as she slept peacefully in your arms. Once you were sure that she was sleep, you let Reagan rest in her crib and turned on her baby monitor. Putting Reagan to sleep was the only thing keeping you calm at the moment, Reagan innocence allowed you to stay calm no matter how mad you were at Luke. You glanced up at the princess clock hanging above Reagan’s room door, you let out a soft groan and shook your head. “I’ll be home in a little bit I promise, and then I’m all yours” was the last thing Luke said to you before he left early last morning for his business meeting, and here you are staring at the clock that read 12 o'clock the following day with no signs of Luke. Saying you were pissed was a complete understatement, this was the 5th time this month that Luke pulled this bullshit and you were fed up. You hated the fact that he was busy and would stay out all night doing god knows what with god knows who while you were left taking care of your cranky little girl. This was the final straw, somehow someway you were gonna make Luke pay for leaving you like this.

With a sleeping Reagan and a practically empty house, you decided to catch up on your favorite shows. In the middle of your Gossip Girl binge your phone lightly buzzed, you let out a slight groan as you grabbed it from the coffee table and squinted adjusting to the brightness of your phone. Hey, baby I’ll be home in 10 minutes, can’t wait to see my two favorite girls, Luke finally decided to text you but you were not impressed at all. You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone to the side of the couch before getting up and heading upstairs. You refused to make him think you were waiting for him to come home, you decided to head up to Reagan’s room and clean up a bit. You suddenly heard the sounds of your front door opening and Luke taking off his shoes and coat, “Babyyy I’m home”. A part of you was ecstatic that he was finally home, but anger quickly washed over you as you remember the false promises of yesterday. You sat yourself down by Reagan crib on the floor as you tossed her toys into her toy bin. “There you are babe”, Luke smiled as he walked into Reagan’s room “I called you but you didn’t answer me”. “Sorry I was busy”, you smirked at your mimicking tone, you were gonna make this boy pay. You had changed into one of Luke sheer white business shirts before you started Gossip Girl bingeing and you can see that Luke was having a hard time not taking a peek at your body. “Oh,” his voice trailed off, “Well you look amazing babe, you’re sight for sore eyes”. “Oh really?” You questioned him innocently as you unbuttoned three more buttons on the shirt giving Luke a better view of you swollen breast, “funny you say that. I would think you didn’t want to see me since you never want to come home”. You heard Luke curse under his breath as he ran his fingers through his hair, you had him exactly where you wanted him. “Shit baby I’m sorry I know I said I would be home, I just caught up with work and I ended up pulling an all nighter”, Luke continued to ramble on and on trying to explain his disappearance but you didn’t want to hear it. “ You know what baby”, you shook your head cutting him off, “I think we both deserve to relax you know. I have been so stressed and I need to feel loose so you know what I decided to do”. “What..What did you do baby..” “I decided that I need to change up my wardrobe and be more loose, so I threw all… my panties..away”, you practically whispered as you spread your legs giving Luke a view of you wet, glistening pussy. “Jesus fucking Christ”, Luke whimpered as he fell to his knee in shock, you two hadn’t been intimate since Reagan’s birth and he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss that beautiful pussy of yours. “And I also thought, why do I have to wear sweats and pants all around the house my pussy just feels so trapped. So take a good look daddy because you’re about to see a whole lot of this around the house”.You smirked as you saw Luke begin to crawl slowly over to you, completely caught up in a trance and ready to give you all the attention and pleasure you could possibly desire. “But no touching” You placed your high heel softly on his forehead, pushing him down until he lay flat on the carpet. You heard Luke let out small whimpers and groans, “(Y/N)..Baby..I’m sorry please just let me eat your pussy .. I swear I will make it up to you”. He was practically begging for it but all you could do was laugh, “Oh no Daddy, Daddy won’t be getting anything because Daddy’s in Trouble” 

Late Apologies

For my friend Rayleighn.

Originally posted by hemmingsgifs

Today was mine and Luke’s first anniversary and he had reservations for him and me to a nice restaurant at 8. Right now it was 6 and I was still shopping with Brogan, when I got a text from Luke saying, ‘Hey baby girl, excited about tonight. Remember to dress nice, not that you never do. xx’ so we went to New Look and after twenty minutes of searching for the right dress I found it and ran to try it on. It was a perfect fit.

*Time skip*
It was now 7:30 and Brogan was doing my hair and makeup. “Go and put on your dress then come back so I can finish you makeup.” she commanded.
After I put my dress on, I put on my black heels and two bracelets on and came out, Brogan finished my make up by adding red lipstick to match my dress and added little diamonds on my polished nail.

The clock struck 8 and Luke wasn’t here yet, I waited for him another twenty minutes and he wasn’t here. I tried him phone but it went straight to voicemail. Sighing, I looked at my phone again it read 21:15, walking upstairs I changed into my sweats and an over-sized shirt that belonged to Luke and tried to sleep which I failed at, by 3am I managed to fall asleep.

Late Nights :CTH

A/N: So, just to make this clear I’m definitely not taking any imagine request yet because lord knows I’m not ready. This is specially written for both @lukeysgirl and some anon who made me fall in love with this prompt the other night and I just had to write it out how I’d imagine it.

However, I will be only taking text imagine request cause those only take like maybe 10-15 min tops.So,feel free to request those if ya want.Hope you enjoy💕

“Shhhh, be quiet, Y/N.” Calum drunkenly giggled as he led you down the stairs of his home.

His three best mates were all crashing in the living room due to the game of Never Have I Ever getting too much for them. You were amazed with all of the crazy things the four had done, but you knew that they were pretty wild to begin with. You on the other hand were just slightly tipsy being only two or three shots away from the amount Calum had taken. You both giggled loudly as you tripped over your feet once more and Calum slid open the patio door, leading you into their backyard.The cool, freshly cut grass tickled your bare feet as you cross the yard to get further away from the house so you wouldn’t have to be as quiet.

“I wanna do a cartwheel.” You announced as you broke away from his grasp, grinning widely at your crush. Although the two of you flirted heavily and you and everyone else knew that you were attracted to one another, you weren’t in a relationship. You had the fans fooled, though.

“Go for it.” He encouraged. The boy even clapped once you had flawlessly done the cartwheel without falling over. Suddenly he had gotten excited as he shouted,“You know what we should do?!”


“Yanno that scene from the dirty dancing movie where she jumped into his arms and he caught her?!” He waited as you nodded your head before continuing.“We should try it!”

“I dunno, Cal.” You nibbled your lips nervously.“You might drop me.”

“I swear I won’t.”


When he nodded his head you took that as a cue to prepare yourself to jump into the air. You weren’t too keen on relying on a drunk, barely grown man to catch you as you jumped into the air, but it was Calum. That was enough for you to roll with it.

“One…Two…Three!” He shouted and you took off running, leaping into the air with a squeal.

Calum came through and caught you, but he didn’t hold you up for long before you both came tumbling down onto the soft grass, each blade kissing your cheek. You were laughing loudly as Calum flipped you onto your back and began to wrestle with you, holding your leg up to your chest just enough without hurting you. You wrapped your legs around his waist to get the upper hand and try to roll him, but Calum grips your wrist and placed the majority of his weight down on you.

“Let me go, you ass!”

With his body now straddling you and your legs connected around his waist, the boy lifted you up by your arms and to your surprise placed his plump lips onto yours. It wasn’t the first time you had kissed - the first time being a dare from Michael - but this was the first time you felt sparks fly even as cliche as it sounds. Calum pulled away from you to examine your reaction to the stunt he had pulled and you leaned in to capture his lips once again. The kiss was cute and simple, no tongue even being involved at first. Even when Calum’s tongue finally had began to explore the inside of your mouth, tasting the chocolate you had eaten before coming outside, it still didn’t get heated. You never imagined that your first actual make out with Calum would be so innocent and sweet.

You could feel a tickling sensation on your bare shoulder, but brushed it off as the grass. When that tickling sensation had slowly began to trail down your arm, however, you soon realized that it was a bug. Breaking away from the kiss and squeaking loudly, you began to smack your shoulder to get the bug away from you whilst Calum laughed as if it was the most hilarious sight. You watch as he allowed the harmless bug to climbed onto his finger, your eyes dazzling with astonishment as the insect crawled around on his hand.

“That’s disgusting.” You shook your head in disgust, but your interest in the bug causing you to ogle.

Calum couldn’t help but to adore the cute expression worn on you face as you examined the bug, knowing that a million thoughts were going through your head at the moment. You both sat quietly as he allowed the bug to crawl from his finger and onto a blade of grass, falling into a comforting silence.

At least it was comforting until you had surprise tackled him to the ground and began to tickle the poor boy. Calum was laughing loudly, the skin around his eyes crinkling and the multitude of dimples adorning his cheeks. His arms were flailing as he tried to get you to stop your attack and his cheeks were beginning to turn a hue of red from laughter.

“Y/N, stop! Please!”

“Why should I? Huh?” You teased, enjoying having the upper hand for once.

“I’ll- I’ll take you to Chill!” He bargained with you by using your favorite frozen yogurt place.

That was enough to get you to give in, the both of you panting from laughing so hard. Again there was a silence between the two as you admired each other, smiling at each other goofily as Calum’s chocolate brown orbs gazed into yours.

“You’re so damn beautiful.”

Your face suddenly felt hot from the compliment as well as the starstruck look in his eyes. You nervously began to twirl his white tee between your fingers as you mumbled out,“Yeah, I know.”

“Don’t try to act like you’re unaffected. I know you’re dying on the inside.” Calum said cockily and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Oh, whatever.”

“You love me.”


“Really? ‘Cause I think I love you.” He grinned.

Your heart nearly skipped a beat at this confession. This was the confession you had been waiting for for months. You leaned down to kiss the Māori boy once again, biting his lip and tugging it towards you before letting it snap back. Calum groaned at this action and his hands went to rest on your butt.

“I love you too, Hood.”

“So, that means you’ll be my girlfriend, right?”


“Fuck yeah!” Calum cheered in triumph, pulling you back to his lips for what seemed like the millionth time tonight.

You jumped slightly when you felt him pinch your bottom and smacked his chest lightly, causing Calum to let out his infectious laugh. You shook your head in fake disbelief at the action while the boy just smiled up cheekily at you.

“You have a nice ass.”

“How am I gonna deal with you?” You questioned and he shrugged, pulling you down to rest your head onto his chest and placing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t know, but you’re stuck with me now.”