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??
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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.
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.
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