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Second Chances ~pt 2~

pairing: calum x reader

word count: 1,837

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NO SMUT–that was just to get the plot rolling ;)

the VAST MAJORITY of this is a flashback (italics) to give the story behind the breakup of Y/N and calum and all that jazz

enjoy xx

part one

You had woken up in such a good mood this morning. The boys had just finished their world tour, which ended in the East Coast, and were scheduled to arrive back in LA this afternoon, and to say you were excited was an understatement.

Though they were gone for very long periods of time performing, you couldn’t be more proud of the boys. To see them grow up and live the life they dreamed of when the band started was unlike anything…and to be by Calum’s side every step of the way–it was truly indescribable. You loved that Calum was happy, and he made you happier than you ever could’ve imagined. He was everything you ever needed in life, and although there were rumors that he had some girl behind your back, he denied every one of them.

You didn’t live with him despite your 2 years of being in a relationship, purely because he was gone all the time and had never had time to fully settle down in a place of his own (with you, of course). But now, they had set aside the majority of the year to take a break and actually get a place to call home in Los Angeles, considering they hadn’t had an official place to live for the last few years of their lives. And right when Calum got home and was ready to, the two of you would look for a place of your own.

For now, though, you roomed with Y/F/N. She had been your best friend since you moved to LA, and you two have been through thick and thin together. She absolutely loved Calum, and how he made you oh so happy. She was happy that you found someone like him, although he did have her doubts from time to time. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t as well.

Though every time you would ask him about it, he would give you the reassurance that he loved you more than anything and that he was yours and you were his. And that sense of relief and security strengthened your trust in him.

He had always been yours and you would always be his.

However, nothing lasts forever. This was proven when you woke up this morning and while making your coffee, your friend had came up to you, phone in hand.

“Y/N?” She asked cautiously, “Have you talked to Calum since last night?”

You glanced back at her, skating your head as you poured your coffee into your favorite mug. “No, he said him and the boys were going to celebrate the ending of their tour last night. Why?”

She hesitated for a moment, looking at her phone screen back into your eyes multiple times. You took it upon yourself to ask no further, rather, to look at what was on her screen. When you tilted your head to view the picture, your eyes widened and you almost dropped the coffee in your hand.

It was a selfie of some girl you had never seen before, her blonde hair draped over half of her face and she appeared to be lying in bed, the sheets pulled up to her chin. In the back of the photo, you saw Calum lying on his back–his chest fully exposed, his skin inked with the tattoos you absolutely adored. His eyes were closed in a deep slumber, his mouth hanging open.

You looked up at your friend, and she looked as scared as you did. Although, you were angry as well. “Do you think it’s real?” She asked you.

Taking a deep breath to compose yourself slightly, you put your hand to your forehead, nursing the headache that had just formed. “I don’t know, I honestly have no idea.” You looked at your friend who was biting her lip anxiously. “It could be photoshopped. I mean, I’ve seen some crazy stuff before and it’s been fake.”

You friend shrugged her shoulders. It was true–you had seen poorly photoshopped pictures of Calum with other girls, but this one looked incredibly real to you.

“It could be fake” You repeated. “You don’t think Calum would do anything like that to me, do you?”

She shoved her hands into the pocket of her hoodie. “I dunno, I’d ask him, honestly.”

Without wasting any time, you fled to your bedroom, grabbing your phone and texting Calum.

to Calum♡: hey, i know you’re busy getting packed, but theres a picture of you and some blonde in bed together going around…its fake, right?

You tapped your nails on your screen repeatedly in a nervous way, your heart racing and your breathing completely ceasing as you saw the 3 little dots pop up to see that he was typing.

from Calum♡: we need to talk when I get back. i love you, Y/N, please know that

You shut your eyes tightly as tear immediately formed, biting down on your bottom lip hard to keep yourself from crying. Without realizing it, you had dropped your phone, and you brought your hands up to hide your face as you cried into them. He didn’t need to come right tout and say it; the text said it all. And that alone broke your heart.

Your friend appeared in your doorway. “Y/N?” She asked, slowly walking over to you.

You didn’t remove your hands from your face; she walked over to embrace you as you cried into her shoulder, rubbing her hand up and down your back in attempts to soothe you. “Y/N, everything is going to be okay, alright? You don’t need that asshole to be happy, it’s his loss. He’s just a dumb jerk that didn’t realize how amazing you are.”

Shaking your head at your friend’s words, you wiped your eyes and looked at her. “You don’t understand, Y/F/N. He meant the fucking world to me, I gave him everything and this is what I get?” You asked, tears streaming down your face.

“Please don’t cry, love.” Your friend told you, pushing the hair out of your face. “You don’t need a guy to be happy.”

This is what Y/F/N kept telling you as you laid on the couch in your shared living room whilst clutching a pillow to your chest. You watched old reruns of Friends as you waited for Calum to come knocking at your door, and when he did that afternoon, it was your friend that answered, refusing to let you get up and answer it yourself.

“What do you want, asshole?”

You turned your head to see your friend standing with her hands on her hips in front of Calum, who held his head in shame. 

“I need to talk with Y/N.”

“She doesn’t want your sad excuse for cheating on her.” She bit back at him.

You spoke up. “No, Y/F/N, let him in.”

“I’m not letting this asshole–”

“Let him in goddammit!” You yelled at your friend as you sat up.

She sighed, leaving the room to go into her bedroom. Calum looked up at your from across the room as he put down his bag. You scoffed at him. “What do you think you’re doing? You aren’t staying here, that’s for sure.”

He sheepishly picked the bag up and walked over to where you were, sitting in the chair next to the couch. “Look, Y/N, what I did was–”

“Inexcusable.” You finished the sentence for him. 

“I didn’t mean to, me and the boys were just out at a party and I guess I had one too many beers, and–”

“And you thought it was okay to sleep with some slut at a club, right?” You asked harshly.

He shook his head. “Y/N, I’m telling you, it meant nothing to me.”

“How many times has this happened and I never knew about it?” He hesitated a moment, looking down at his hands in his lap. You let out another scoff. “It’s not like it’s going to change anything. Whether you fucked one girl or 20 girls behind my back, it’s not going to change the fact that you’re going to walk right out of my apartment in about 5 minutes as my ex boyfriend.”

His head shot up, his eyes glossing over. “Please, Y/N, I swear it won’t happen again.”

“How many fucking times did you cheat on me?” You asked louder, growing more irritated with him by the second.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno.”


“Y/N please, just give me a second chance.” He begged.

“After you’ve cheated on me multiple fucking times?” You asked, shaking your head. “You’re pathetic. I can’t believe I ever fucking trusted you.”

“I swear they meant nothing to me. Y/N, you’re the only one I want to be with.” He said, standing up. “I don’t want any other girl I’ve slept with, because all they were to me were one night stands. You’re so fucking perfect and I’m so sorry for doing that to you, you didn’t deserve that. But please, we make each other so much happier and so much better, without you in my life I don’t know what I’d do.”

You stood up right in front of him, looking up at him towering over you. “Then you should’ve thought about that before you hopped into bed with whatever girl you could get with. Get out of my house and go enjoy your life.” Your lip quivered as you spoke the last sentence, but you turned your head and walked into your bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

“I need to talk to him.” You told your friend, who was wide eyed and silent the entire time you explained to her what had occurred last night. 

She couldn’t believe what you were saying. “Are you sure talking to him is the best thing to do? The last time you talked to him you hated him, Y/N.”

“I can’t just ignore him, though. I can’t pretend like this never happened because it did.” You told her.

“Are you going to give him another chance?”

You sighed, pursing your lips together. “That’s the thing. I feel like he doesn’t deserve another chance at what he’s done to me, but if you saw him this morning and heard what he was saying…I couldn’t help but feel bad for him.”

“Feel bad for him? He broke your heart, Y/N.” 

“Yeah I know, but I can’t keep holding a grudge like this. It’s been a year; I need to talk over things with him.”

She let out a tired sigh, rubbing her tired eyes since it was still early. “Maybe you should sleep on it. Y’know, think things over some.”

You nodded. “Yeah…I’ll see how I feel tomorrow.”

“If you need anything, just know I’m here for you, always.” She said, smiling at you.

You smiled back at her. “Thanks. It means a lot.”

Take My Best Out

I wanted to thank you wandering-soul-7 because she reblogged a few weeks ago a post about au’s, and I said I wanted to write two of them. So this is a mix between my idea and that au… Thanks for her! And if someone is interesting, those are funny and lovely to write and read *wink wink wink* 



Today is one of those days you know it’s going to be a weird day. You don’t know why, but you know something is gonna happen. Everything seems normal, though. Same old people on the street, the shop assistant in the music shop being nice as always wishing for Rae to buy another album, Kester’s sessions being boring… Same old bullshit.

Rae has been sitting there for twenty minutes. She’s counting the seconds internally. Not in a weird or maniac way, but it’s another way to keep her busy without thinking about herself and her shitty stuff. Today’s session with Kester has not been good. They talk about the same thing everyday, although Rae’s getting tired of it. She’s always feeling like shit when she gets out from hospital. And now she has to face Chloe. As if her life wouldn’t be enough… she has to hear how bad her bestfriend feels because she has been dating a guy again and the date haven’t gone as she had planned. She bites her bottom lip, not letting a tear fall from the corner of her eye. It has always been like this. Rae’s like Brienne of Tarth. People treat her like she is a boy, a guard; what everybody forget is that she is still a woman.

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