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[07] Run

Originally posted by bangthebae

Masterlist

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven

A/n: fluff(?), slight angst, mentions of murder


Silence so thick filled your ears, not one single thought inside your head other then the last three words Taehyung uttered. “Taehyung?” You questioned, trying hard to keep your voice normal and steady, doing anything and everything in your might to not draw attention to yourself. This wasn’t exactly an everyday call afterall..


“My dad… I killed him…he wouldnt stop.. hitting her. That bastard kept hurting her!!” You heard a small bang on the other line, assuming he had hit something in frusteration. You tapped Yoongi on the shoulder softly and gestured towards the door letting him know you’d be just outside, he gave you a tight smile and a nod signifying it was okay.

“Tae, breathe… I-its going to be okay. Does anyone-”

“No.. no one knows Y/n. You were the first person I thought to call. Y/n… my mom kicked me out and told me to leave. S-she is taking the blame and saying it was self defense.. I killed a man… I fucking killed a man..” His voice was full of unwanted guilt, full of complete contradictions of sorrow and happiness. You waited a moment before speaking up, your voice shaken but strong, as crazy and dangerous as the events may seem, Taehyung was family and there was no way in hell you were going to let him go through this alone. “I’m picking you up, send me the address to where you are and I’m on my way.”

You pushed opened Yoongi’s bedroom door at that same moment the broken boy on the other end whimpered in guilt. “Are you sure you arn’t busy?”

“No, I’m not busy. I’m leaving right now.” Yoongi looked up from his phone as he heard those words leave your mouth. Was he not important enough? Was Tae more important then the plans you and he had already made?

You hung up the phone and slid it into your back pocket, turning on your heels to face Yoongi’s infamous poker face. “I’m sorry Yoongz, we can finish this another night.” Before he could protest or give even the slightest of attitude you placed a soft kiss on his forehead, he knew it was just a small gesture somewhere between ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘Goodnight’ but he couldnt stop his heart from racing a mile a minute. Your soft honey like lips grazing his bare forehead, and never in his life had he been so thankful to be wearing a backwards Snapback.

He watched you jog out of his now dull bedroom, leaving him in agonizing thoughts and pure frustrations. Why did you blow him off for Taehyung? Why was Tae calling you so late?

He slumped in his chair letting one fist hit the black paint chipped desk in front of him. He was so close in telling you how you felt but apparently luck wasn’t on his side, he waited too long and now here you were… ditching him for one of his best friends.

You could still feel Yoongi’s slightly sweaty forehead against your lips as you ran out to your car, grabbing your purse and a blanket on your way out. The wintery night dressed you in a red nose and pink cheeks, you climbed into your car and as if on queue your phone vibrated with an address that would send you to a less then sketchy motel four hours south.

There was no time for stops, or even music to attempt to lighten the mood; so instead silence that was nearly suffocating filled the air around you.

Yoongi’s face raced through your mind no matter how many times you attempted to push it away. ’Taehyung is more important then one sided love. Yoongi. Get. Out. Of. My. Head.’

[2:45am, Motel]

There Taehyung sat, amongst his suitcases and bags and his unseen sorrow and guilt. The dark sky above that had no stars in sight was an accurate representation of Taehyung’s eyes, nothing but cold black and the whites in his eyes, all color drained from his face. He was too lost in thought to notice you walking towards him, and it wasn’t until you were kneeling down in front of him that you saw blood red stains on his white shirt, he tried so hard so hard to hide the stains and himself in his black hoodie.

“Taehyungie, get in the car. I brought a blanket, just lay down and rest. I’ll put your bags in the trunk okay.” His glossy eyes met yours and as he blinked once to make sure that it was really you, a single tear fell. He nodded his head once before dragging his body to the passenger seat; and by the time you had made your way into the car he was staring down at his hands like he was ready to cut them off.

“Taehyungie…”

“I came home from visiting an old childhood friend and when I walked in I heard screaming.. so I walked to my moms room,” You sat silently as he explained to you what he had been through a few hours prior, you watched as more tears fell from his dull eyes, not daring to start the car you sat still and did the one thing you could do. Listen.

“It was open a bit and I saw my dad screaming at her, he was drunk… which isnt so much of a suprise. She was so scared, she kept flinching and I didnt think much of it until he swung and slapped her across the face… then it clicked in my head. He had done it before,” The tears became rivers down his tanned skin, without even thinking he grabbed one of his shaking hands and intertwined your fingers together, giving him a reassuring squeeze that it was okay to continue.

“Something inside me snapped. So I grabbed one of the empty beer bottles that was on the hall table, broke it and just fucking went in yelling. My mom kept yelling for me to stop… I think she was scared he’d hit me too. He pushed me ans told me to mind my own business and then… I jabbed the bottle into his stomach.. i just kept going, i didnt stop until he just fell.. th-there was blood everywhere.. my mom was screaming.. I-I dropped the bottle and I coul- I couldn’t believe what I had just done… my mom ran to me and I dont remember what happened after she told me to pack my stuff and leave.. she picked up the bottle and wiped it down then she stabbed him with it. She said ’Go. I’ll say it was self defense… please go Taehyung. GO!’ She basically pushed me out of the house and I called you.. for the most part its a blur…I just remember the main things.. its like a fucking highlight reel in my head.”

Silence came after, no one knowing exactly what to say next. Instead yall sat quietly, fingers intertwined, staring at the blinking Motel lights.

“Do the guys know you came?”

“Yoongi does, we were writing when you called. I told him we’d finish it another day.” You replied, finally starting the car and backing out of the deserted parking lot. “I’m sorry… I didnt mean to interrupt your ‘Yoongi Staring’ session.” He mumbled. You let out a soft chuckle letting him know you had heard him, and that it was okay to make jokes, smile and talk about anything other then what happened hours earlier. “Oh? Cracking jokes now are we? Let me guess you think I like Yoongi too dont you?”

You watched his chapped lips break out into a small smile through the rearview mirror, his eyes were still dead but you expected nothing less honestly. “Too? Did Namjoon finally confront you?”

“The two of you discussed my crush!?” You couldnt help but laugh as you ‘shouted’ in disbelief that 3 of 7 boys knew you had feelings for the stubborn mint haired goober.

“Sureeeee, a crush.” He scoffed at your attempt in walking around the fact you were in love, not in crush.

Eventually small talk wasn’t enough to distract Taehyung from his demons so he sat quietly staring out the passenger side window the remainder of the ride.


The sun began to peek its way up into the sky, sending the birds to chirp and people to start waking up and getting ready for work. 6:00am.

Dewey grass and the chilly breeze of the early morning made its way into the car, causing you to shiver slightly. You werent worried about yourself being cold rather then the poor boy buried in the wool blanket in the seat next to you, he looked like a boy trying to hide from the monsters in his closet only in this situation the monsters were in his head instead.

You didnt have to worry about anyone being awake this early in the morning, except Jin and his early morning breakfast of course, so an interrogation was definitely not in order.. hopefully. “Jin is probably awake so lets just be quite coming in okay? We can grab your bags later.”

Taehyung nodded softly and with that you both made your way to the front door, softly setting your shoes at the front door and tip toeing to the staircase. Oddly enough Jin wasn’t in the kitchen and the house was as quite as can be.

“Do you want me to leave you be?” You whispered as you crept past Namjoon and Yoongi’s bedroom doors.

“Can you please stay with me.” His voice was raspy and barley audible, but broken all the same.

He discarded his blood stained shirt and black hoodie in a crumbled pile on the floor while you followed his action with your own jacket, “are you sure its okay? I dont want to mke you uncomfortable” He kept repeating, and everytime your answer was the same. “Tae, its ok. We literally went streaking together.”

The two of you crawled under his fluffy white comforter without saying a single word. There was no cuddling, no quite talks, it was like there was an invisible barrier between the two of you. You being too scared to touch him and have crumble under your touch and him being too scared to crumble, so instead you both pulled the comforter up to your chins and eventually fell victim to sleep.

The next dew days were routine; celebrating Taehyung’s arrival with pointless fun and causing trouble up and down our town. Drinking. Lots of drinking. You watched Taehyung like a mom watching her child, making sure he was okay making sure he knew you were there, and it wasn’t long until Hoseok noticed the amount of time you and Tae were spending together, how your drinking became nothing compared to the rest of the group, how your eyes had a tint of saddness in them.

“Trust me Hoseok. I cant tell you whats going on but I promise you everything is okay.”

“I trust you. Be careful.”

Weeks went by and still no one knew the crime Taehyung commited and after a couple of days life began to pool back into his once dead eyes. “My mom just called. She said the police believed her and she had to go to court and speak of what happened. She sounded…happy.” He whispered in your ear one night, you flipped over to face his unreadable expression and when a soft smile spread across his tired skin, you knew he was a bit better. “Are you happy?”

“I took the biggest set back in her life away. I helped her have an empty house where she can heal, I wont ever be able to get over what I did… but knowing it helped her.. it makes it better.”

In the weeks you sat with Taehyung, barley talking to anyone but him and Hoseok, Yoongi watched you. He watched you look at Taehyung across the room, but since he was too wrapped up in his silent jealousy he didnt norice the sad and tierd eyes you possessed.

“Thank you for everything Y/n. I’m glad to see the light and rest return to your eyes.” His green streaks falling into his face softly, it was your last night with him. The two of you agreed to wait until the both of you were better healed before you stopped sleeping in the same bed, he knew you were drained from watching and helping him, he knew you wanted to go back to how things were before the call and he understood that. “I’ll always be here for you Tae.”

[A Week Later]

You stood outside Yoongi’s door, too afaird to open it but also so desperate to see his sugary skin, and minty hair, so needy for his deeper voice and gummy smile. It felt like years and you cursed yourself for being so cliche but damn did you miss him.

“Hey Yoongz, ya miss me?” You laughed, walking into his ‘bedroom’ and taking a seat on his bed like you always did. He was sitting in the infamous rolling chair witch his hair messy and a plain black T shirt that made him look so aesthetically pleasing, his black sweats and concentrated eyes being wonderful accessories to his angelic beauty.

He was more beautiful then ever.

“I’m suprised you even remembered I exist.” Of course I did…

“I’ve just had stuff going on Yoongi, but are you ready to work on that song?”

“I finished it.” His slightly cold demeanor sent chills down your spine, he had finished it?? Without you? And just before you could say anything he turned to you with neutral eyes and a tight smile, almost like he was trying to tell you it was okay you walked out on him even though it actually wasnt.

“Yoongi are you good?” You let out a small chuckle in hopes to disguise your worry and confusion, and as if looking at you was a chore in itself he spun back around his chair and began messing with his computer. “Sure, I mean I personally love being stood up by a writing partner so she can go and sleep with one of my best friends.” A silence so thick filled the cool air, no one moved, no one spoke, he didnt even look at you for a reaction to his blunt words. Your face contorted from shocked to angry? Offended? You stated at his side profile for what felt like forever before tou finally stood up off his bed, because sitting felt too comfortable for a situation like this one.

“I’m sorry? Did you just assume I was sleeping with yet another person?” You shot back waiting for him to look at you, and when he didnt you only continued. “I dont really appreciate being made out to seem like I sleep around okay. I dont know who the fuck you think you are to assu-” Your voice became louder and your hands had a mind of thier own as they gestured to eveything you were shouting, when you were cut off by Yoongi who was now standing up as well.

“I think I’m the guy you ran out on while writing a song for Taehyung at two in the fucking morning, and when I went to go check on you the next morning you werent in Hoseok’s room like I thought you’d be. No. You were in Taehyung’s bed with him and clothes on the mother fucking floor. So please tell me how 'its not what it looked like’ Y/n!” Using finger quotation marks around the world famous phrase for people with a secret, and if you werent so angry then maybe you would have found the fact he wanted to check on you sweet.

“His car broke down and he was stranded so I went to go and fucking help him. He needed someone there for him because he was bummed that he was going home, and for your fucking information my jacket was the only thing of mine of the floor, and I dont know how you sleep but Tae sleeps shirtless okay!” The lies on why you went to Taehyung’s rescue came pouring out of your mouth like it came easy to you, even though you couldn’t tell the truth it still didnt change the fact that what he thought was happening between you and V was wrong.

Yoongi let out an unamused chuckle as he looked at you through his mint hair. “So because he was 'bummed’ you slept in his bed with him for weeks?!” His tone revealing every single assumption he had, making it very clear that he was sold on what he thought happened. “Yoongi I dont feel like fighting okay. I didnt sleep with Taehyung and I’m sorry I left in the middle of our writing but he needed me.” You knew this argument could last forever so instead you gave up, feeling defeated you sat back down on his bed and looked into his slightly softened brown eyes. “But Yoongi, it’s none of your goddamn business what I do or who I do, so please stop worrying about what the fuck I’m doing okay.” And within seconds the anger fueled back inside of you, sending his eyes to widen when the look of realization hit your face. “Seriously though, you are always so up my ass about who you think I’m sleeping with! You dont see me questioning your fucking actions! I didnt point out the girl you were with at the bar one our first outing, I didnt point out you sleeping with me and I didnt say anything about Jennie either! Yet here you are assuming I’m sleeping with every guy I hang our with! Why do you fuck-”

“BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” He shouted sending your eyes to practically fall out of your head. Thats all you needed to hear for you to finally take his perfect face into your hands and press your lips to his.

His lips taste even better then the first time.

In all honesty you werent even aware of your own actions, it was like your body had a mind of its own and you were okay with it.

It didnt take long before he was kissing you back and relaxing under your touch, his arms wrapping around your waist. He didnt taste like liquor this time, instead he tasted of something so euphoric you had no words for it, no alcohol took part in a kiss shared by two love struck artists.

You pulled away and searched his eyes for god knows what, everything seemed to have happened so fast and it made sense to you. Love has no time now does it? Always showing up when you least expect it, not giving a damn about the events around you.

“I love you too pabo.” Your voice was barley above a whisper, enough for him to look you hard in the face almost like he was waiting for you to tell him you were kidding. Never had you seen the spec of insecurity etched into his eyes before, and yet here it was. Plain as day.

“I’ve loved you ever since I saw you playing 'First Love’ in your room, and that night in the train car…you said it was just a drunken night.”

“I lied brat, I fucking lied.” Within moments his lips were pressed against your own, moving together in perfect harmony, his hands rested on the top of your ass and your fingers found their way into his hair, tugging every so often which caused a small groan to escape his lips and into yours. A fire was ignited in between the two of you, roaming hands and parted lips, in fact a moan or two escaped your lips as his tongue fought yours for dominance… that is untill the sound of Namjoon’s alarming voice broke the two of you away.

“Hey I heard screaming are you guys o- finally.” He chuckled before he exited.

You looked at Yoongi’s slightly flushed cheeks and took a mental picture of him in this state, wow he was beautiful. Truly perfect. “Go out with me brat.” Those five words sent your lips into a smile, he wasnt so much asking as he was telling you and the 'brat’ only seemed to make things sweeter to you. Fuck cliché.

“Burgers and staying up late writing, that sounds like a nice first date.”

“Am I buying the burgers?” He questioned with a teasing gummy smile. “You buy burger meals and I’ll by snacks from the corner store for our late night.”

“Deal.”

He watched your flushed cheeks and soft giggles as the two of you stood closer then needed, speaking of a casual date. “Meet me in the living room at seven.” You smiled before kissing his jaw softly and skipping out of the room, he knew what you were doing. Trying so very hard to seem unphased by the new feelings thrown out onto the table, but the way you found it difficult to make eye contact and the way you fidgeted with your hands slightly didnt go unnoticed. Such a weird way to begin a what could be a relationship, and as he watched you skip out of his room in your cute ducky shorts and baggy sweater he prayed to any god that you’d be his, because never had he been so hopeful for a girlfriend. “

See you at seven Y/n-ah.”

“Burgers and gas station snacks?” Hoseok questioned as you grabbed your trusty ol’ black ripped jeans and blue flannel over a plain white tank top. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t freaky out, obviously you’d hung out with Yoongi alone before but it was different when there was a mutual feeling of love in the air.

“Yes Hoseok, you know it always made me uncomfortable when Minho would take me out to fancy places…I just felt so out of place.” When you and Minho were together he would take you to five star places, and it was appreciated yes but he knew how out of place you felt. It was almost like he expected to get something out of the night, simply because he spent so much money on a 'nice date.’

He was no stranger to the fancy, five star, high class places like the restaurants he’d choose, but you a fan of finger foods and ramen were not used to a life so ’well’ lived. You had grown up with enough money for things needed and then a little extra but money was definitely not something you could just blow.

“I’m not saying five star, I’m saying like… i dont know? Ihop.” Laughter erupted from within as you watched him try and figure out a place off the top of his cute little head. “Hobi, Honey, burgers was my idea.” You hugged Hoseok tightly and you listened as he wentt on and on about how if Yoongi breaks his heart he will break his face, you knew he was just trying to be protective and it was honestly so refreshing to see him care so much.

You made your way downstairs and saw that Yoongi was already sitting on the couch waiting for you. He was wearing a white t shirt, black jeans and a blue jean jacket; it was such an effortless style but damn did he look good, everything seemed to compliment eachother and his hair only pulled it together more. “Min Yoongi wearing denim? Have my eyes deceived me?” He looked up from his phone and rolled his eyes, you have thought it was because he was annoyed, that is if it wasn’t for the adorable gummy smile that was spreading across his face. “Oh shut up and lets go get some food.”

The drive was quiet, and filled with unsaid nervousness. It wasnt enough to make it awkward but it was enough to make you mentally laugh at yourself. “Uh, you look nice by the way.” Yoongi mumbled, the soft nervousness hidden in his low voice was enough to send a huge a smile across your face. “I always look like this Yoongz.” “Okay? Your point?” It wasnt much but you heard the compliment laced between the snarky reply, causing your cheeks to turn a light pink and he didnt have to look at you to know you understood what he was saying, your silence spoke volumes. He looked so good driving with a smirk plastered on his face, and one hand on the wheel, but you couldnt help but think about how lonely his other hand looked, resting off the middle console, his silver rolex peeking out from underneath the denim that suited him so nicely. You tried to push away the thought of how his pale hand was basically screaming to be held. 'Fuck it.’ You whispered to yourself, and within moments you had fed into your desire to hold his pretty hands.

You took a big breathe in and held it there, too scared to breathe out, then you nonchalantly rested your arm next to his. Unnoticed. You waited a good minute before you finally decided to breathe and slide your hand underneath his and intertwine your fingers in his. It took a moment for him to register what you just did but the moment his fingers closed around yours you let out a sigh of relief, half from his acceptance and half from how perfect it felt. His hand was so much bigger then yours, his few steel rings felt cool against your burning skin, and you could feel his rolex resting against your wrist. You didnt want to let go of his hand, not ever but you had arrived at your destination.

Yoongi almost wanted to take a few wrong turns on the way just so he didnt have to let go over your hand, but he was too scared you’d notice and he sure as hell didnt want that. The Burger joint sat in front of the now parked car your hand slipped out from his as you got out of the car and immediately he was missing your hand in his. “I’ll grab us a booth pabo.” You smiled, he watched as you skipped to a small booth in the corner by the window, the over sized flannel flowing as you did so. He couldnt help but think you looked so damn good with a flannel and some timberlands, it was such a casual look and yet it still made his heart race. You were the kind of girl he could live life fully with, someone who wouldn’t hold back, you were someone that made things complicated in an exciting way, he wasn’t one to go out on dates really but he also had never felt this way about anyone before.

“Here you go brat.” Yoongi set the tray in front of you, two giant burgers and large fries, with a handsome minty haired boy. “Why thank you sir.” He rolled his eyes playfully at the new nickname and together yall began to dig into your dinner, conversation seemed to happen on its own and you listened as he spoke of the song he finished. The song the two of you should finshed together. You watched as his lips made a small pout while he talked, and how he looked at you for a bit and then looked at his food or phone, and maybe that would have botheres you if it was anyone else but you’d heard his mixtape. You knew about his battle with social anxiety. You related. It was okay. You looked at his fading hair, what once was a nice mint color turned even lighter with blonde peeking through. He’d look cute with blonde hair.’ You thought.

Dinner came to an end and yall decided to walk to the corner store, large soda’s in hand and the moonlight illuminating him like it did that night. He looked so pretty against the darkness of the night and the light of the moon, so ethereal, the only difference about then and now if that now he was single. Now he was on a date with you. If you wanted to take hold of his jacket and pull him down to you, you could very well do so, and as you stopped in your tracks unknowingly, making a mental list of all the things you could do, you didnt notice he had gotten closer to you. All you knew was his face had suddenly became easier to admire, from his puppy eyes, perfect pouty lips, to the three earrings in his left ear that for some reason was so sexy to you, and his goddamn hair against sugar skin and pink cheeks. Yoongi placed a hand on the small of your back and pulled you against his chest in one swift motion, no sign of nervousness, or fear in his eyes or actions. Kiss me please. As if he could read your mind he captured your lips in his, not sweetly but not roughly; he kissed you with passion and confidence and you kissed back with just the same. Your confidence wavered a bit, instead replaced with shock and neediness because you liked how he kissed you like he was telling you he was in charge, and if thats what it took for him to kiss you like he was right then you’d gladly let him lead.

There you stood in the middle of the sidewalk kissing under the moonlight, the stars being your audience and the two of you being the main show. Yoongi wasn’t one for PDA but the minute he got a taste of your lips he couldn’t stop, hell, he’d even forgotten the two of you were standing outside. Your hands found thier way in his hair and when he bit your bottom lip as a demand of entrance you tugged softly sending a small growl to leave his lips. “Y-yoongi.” You whimpered as he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip after pulling it between his teeth, and to say your whimper excited him would be an understatement. It wasn’t until you heard a honk of a car in the distance that caused the two of you to separate, cheeks flushed and lips swollen and glistening. “We should go.” You chuckled, ignoring the fact you bought no snacks and pretending not to notice the slight bulge in his pants and the arousel between your legs.

The car ride home went by like nothing had happened on the sidewalk, turning up the radio and singing along to the songs like a group of dying animals, the two of you laughed at eachother and you admired his gummy smile and million different laughs.

He oozed passion, everything he did he did passionately and you swore you saw it all… you thought you’d seen all of Min Yoongi but you didnt know how wrong you were.

You had only scratched the surface.

My New Neighbor Pt. 2

His hands are travelling up your body so slowly you almost want to scream. He looks you in your eyes as his right hand travels back down and into your panties. You moan as he starts rubbing right where you want him. As he speeds up, your breathing picks up and you squeeze your eyes shut. When you open them you’re laying by yourself, looking at the ceiling.

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the feeling’s mutual - c.h.

Request: can you make an imagine or blurb or something where youre famous and you say calum is your celebrity crush and he said that yours is but you guys have actually never met and then you can take it away from there??

Words: 1,756 (I DIDNT PROOF-READ THIS IM SORRY FOR ERRORS)

Your hand clamps over your mouth as you try not to spit your drink everywhere from the joke that the BBC 1 Radio host just told you. Everyone in the room was immersed in a fit of laughter. When it was nearly died down, you cleared your throat and adjusted your headphones, still slightly chuckling.

“Okay, okay,” The man said, a smile on his face. “Let’s simmer down a bit.”

You smile and listen as the man clears his throat to ask the next question, as you all had gotten a bit off topic.

“Who is your celebrity crush?” He wiggles his eyebrows, making you giggle again.

“Uh.. Oh god, how do I even pick? I guess my #1 is.. Calum Hood..”

“Oooh,” He cooed, making you roll your eyes, giving him a smile. 

“Why’s that?” He asks, digging into this not-so-secret secret.

“I don’t know, just something about him is intriguing. He has a really nice personality from what it seems and his smile is really bright and, ugh.” You finish, looking up at the ceiling, daydreaming about him.

“Aww,” He comments, leaving it at that. You felt a small pang of regret when you said that- you knew this was a live interview and that your twitters would be blowing up. Plus, he would never even acknowledge you, what were you thinking? 

Whatever, the truth was out there now, and there’s nothing you could do about it.

-

Calum’s POV

I look over at Ashton as him and Luke talk in a corner of my hotel room, messing with the official 5sos snapchat filters. I shake my head and avert my attention back to my phone, texting an old friend from home.

Michael bellyflops onto the bed next to me, phone in hand, huge smile plastered on his face. He stares at me while I ignore him, then finally he begins tapping on my cheek, forcing me to look at him. “What, nerd.”

“Did you hear the newssss?” He says, completely cheesing. I let out a long sigh, followed by a bored “no”.

His eyes widen in disbelief. “Really? Dude it’s all over Twitter!”

“I haven’t been on twitter all day,” I explain, sending the text I was currently typing.

“Bro we’ve been waiting for you to say something about it all day, we knew you would explode. Look at this,” Michael says, pulling up a Twitter video on his phone.

The first thing I notice is y/n, my crush of about 2 years now. We have never even met, so I just called it puppy love. 

“Who is your celebrity crush?”

“Uh.. Oh god, how do I even pick? I guess my #1 is.. Calum Hood..”

“Oooh, why’s that?” 

“I don’t know, just something about him is intriguing. He has a really nice personality from what it seems and his smile is really bright and, ugh.”

My mouth hangs open in disbelief as the boys all look at me, wide grins on their faces. 

“Is this real life,” I whisper, making them laugh. I whip out my phone and pull up Twitter, ignoring all of my tweets about the subject. I start to make a new tweet, look at it for a second, making sure it was okay and she wouldn’t get creeped out. After 30 seconds of erasing and rewriting, I finally settle on

@.Calum5SOS: @Y/T/N yo hmu 

Plain and simple, but gets the point across. 

Every few minutes I got a DM, I checked it frantically, hoping it’d be y/n. And I hadn’t had such luck.. until now. I saw her name pop up and my eyes bulged out of my head, scared to open it. The boys all screamed at me to open it and I finally gave into the pressure, opening the DM to reveal her phone number. I copy it and go to my messages, pasting it and sending her a “Hiyo, it’s calum”

Minutes pass once again and she still hasn’t answered. I throw my phone on the bed and groan in agony. “She hates me.”

“No she-” Michael starts, but gets cut off by my phone beeping. I scramble back up to get it but Ashton grabs it first, reading the text from y/n off to us.

“Sorry for late reply,” He read, doing his best imitation of a girly voice, “I was talking with my manager. New shoot comin’ up in a bit.” He finished, making kissy noises at the end. I snatch the phone from his hands and roll my eyes, texting away.

Oh, that’s awesome! I’m sure you’ll look amazing as always.

The boys all snickered at my attempt at flirting, but I ignore them as I see the bubble indicating she’s typing.

Her: thanks clum! ik this might be kinda awkward and all, i figure you heard the interview..

Me: yeah, but dont worry about it. to be honest the feeling’s kind of mutual.

Her: really? well i guess this isnt that awkward then

Me: Mhm :) we should hang out sometime!

Her: totally! aren’t you in LA right now too?

Me: Yep! You wanna hang out later today?

Her: I can’t really do it later, I have the shoot to do :/

Me: How about I just come with you? I can stay with you and watch you there and then we can get something to eat?

Her: That works too :-) 

She sends me her building information, telling me to meet here there in an hour. I sigh of relief and touch my heart, closing my eyes.

“Soo?” Luke bounces up and down excitedly.

“We agreed to meet up in an hour.” I rub the back of my neck nervously. All of them squealed and started pushing you round and about, telling you what to do to get ready.

While Michael was styling my hair (Because I trusted him with that for whatever reason), I sigh and look at myself in the mirror. “You guys realize we’re literally just gonna go eat, right? I don’t need to look fancy.”

“We’re not making you look fancy, we’re making you look good.” Ashton corrects, picking out a different band shirt and jeans for me.

I roll my eyes and chuckle. These guys were the best.

“Okay, you have 20 minutes, go get dressed and be on your way, young one.” Michael pats my shoulder. 

After I change into the clothes Ashton picked out, I check to see if you have everything and take a deep breathe as I say goodbye to all of them.

“Use protection!” I hear Michael shout just before the door closes, and I’m on my way.

Her: YOU’RE LATE

Me: I KNOW I’m like two minutes away

Her: Well we’re starting in 1 minute so I guess I’ll talk to you afterwards :-)

Me: Good luck! xx

I hope out of my taxi and hang my head low as I run into the building, not wanting to be seen by paps. With the help of one of the employees, I’m able to locate where y/n was shooting. When I walk in nobody pays any mind to me- all eyes were on y/n, and I understood why.

She was wearing a beautiful red, long lace dress that looked amazing on her. I walked next to the people on the side, watching her model. She was absolutely stunning- I never thought I would be in the same room as her, let alone take her out to eat.

When her eyes lock with mine, her smile gets 10x brighter for some reason, the director praising her for her wonderful smile. She did various poses and changed into different outfits- it didn’t matter what she wore, she was stunning in anything.

When they were finally done, she walked into her dressing room, exchanging words with no one. After a few minutes of waiting outside, I grow the balls to go to the room myself and check on her. After a single knock, she calls out “Come in!”.

I turn the knob and see y/n sitting on her stool in front of her mirror, removing the makeup the artists had put onto her. 

“You did amazing,” I say, sitting in the stool next to her. She looks over at me and smiles shyly, finishing up with her makeup. After it’s all off, she applies a little eyeliner, then pops it back into the container, turning back to you and standing up with her purse.

“I never thought I’d have dinner with Calum Hood.” She admits, blushing as we left the building. Instead of taking a taxi, we just decided on walking since it wasn’t that far a walk to the pizza parlor. We already knew paps were hidden places, snapping pictures of the two of you to which they would use to create some new fake article as always.

“I never thought I’d be taking y/f/n y/l/n to dinner.” I say, looking down at my phone to check the time as we walking into the parlor. It was nearly 9:45, which meant we both had to be back within the next 2 hours.

We both agree on a pizza and I look at her taking a selfie from across the table. I grin and she looks at me and laughs, stuffing her phone in her back pocket. “Listen.. Priorities.” She says.

I laugh and take out my phone, snapping a quick candid picture of her to which she launches across the table trying to delete it.

“Oh my god I probably look disgusting please calum,” She snorts, nearly knocking over her glass of diet coke.

“You don’t look ugly, you look adorable, look!” I say, showing her my phone screen.

She smirks and flips her hair, sinking back down into her seat. “Well, I do look pretty good, don’t I.”

I go to Twitter and decide to post it, not caring what anyone thought about it. Right now, I was in a state of pure happiness. 

A few minutes of banter later, it’s completely silent- just us, staring at and admiring the other. I reach out and touch her hand, “I really like you, y/n.”

“I really like you too.” She grins, closing her eyes.

Our arms move a little bit causing me to accidentally knock her glass over, the dark liquid spilling out everywhere.

“Shit, Calum go get more napkins!” She shrieks, trying to sop it up with what she had.

I shake my head and laugh, getting up to go assist her.

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There won’t be a part 2 of this okay after i finish Splattered I have another calum fic up my sleeve :-) have a good day/night yall

-ally