Still Into You (Calum Smut) Part Two
Calum downed shot after shot in your kitchen. He didn’t even care what Luke was saying behind him. “Slow down.” his blonde friend was shouting over the music, but he was drowning him out. He looked at the tens of people surrounding him in a place that had once been all too familiar. Your living room, the place you and him used to just hang out for hours watching movies, eating a whole bunch of junk food, and making out before your parents got home.
He remembered one night his hands were all over you, taking in every inch of your body that he could. His lips were attacking your neck, making you moan as his hands went between your legs.
“Calum?” Luke shouted into Calum’s ear interrupting his memory.
“What, man?” He shouted back, his words slurred.
“Let’s find Ash and Mike and get out of here.” Luke said taking Calum by the arm and taking his drink.
“I’m not ready to leave yet.” He groaned retrieving his cup from Luke’s grip.
“At least leave the kitchen before-”
“I thought we had more beer in the fridge?” You called out to Dana. Calum’s head shot up at the sound of your voice to see you coming around the corner.
“Shit.” Luke murmured under his breath, knowing it was too late. Calum watched you smile and say hi to more people. You hadn’t changed a bit. Your hair still fell the same way, your smile still as bright as it had always been, until he broke up with you. Something was almost missing from your grin, a glimmer that was once there was…dimmed. Your body still looked the same, beautiful with every curve. Calum, now sobered, wished he could just reach out and grab you and feel you against him again. He shuffled past Luke, eager to just say hi to you, but Luke grabbed him so quickly it was almost inhuman.
“You can’t say a word to her, Cal.” He warned.
“Dana’s not going to do anything.” He said pulling his arm from his grasp. You turned back around from saying hi to friends to see Calum standing in front of you.
So many feelings came rushing back in a haze. Hurt, anger, frustration…love. You shook your head, almost not believing what you were seeing.
“Y/N…” Calum started, but before he could go on your right hand went straight across his face. Luke stopped in his tracks, taken aback from your sudden slap. He could almost feel the lingering sting himself. Calum wiped his hand over his now marked cheek, but he held your gaze, never blinking.
“Get out.” You growled angrily before pushing past him and Luke and into the hallway to the front lawn for some much needed air. Ashton and Michael clambered over each other trying to get the the source of the whispers.
“What the hell happened?” Michael asked as he looked around at the people staring at the four of them.
“She slapped me…” Calum trailed off. Still in a bit of a haze.
“Then let’s get out of here.” Ashton said trying to round them towards the back door, away from you.
“No, I gotta talk to her.” Calum said starting out the door. The three boys started a chorus of “no way, mate’s” and “not a good idea’s”. Calum shook off their advice and headed out the door to you.