really happy with today’s piece, and I realise it kind of ends on an almost cliffhanger? idk, enjoy!
The rowdiness of the clubs and intense music continued to play as I struggled in the heels I initially chose. Stumbling over the cobbles I gripped onto Calum’s arm, sighing quietly to myself about this whole evening. We only had a few days together and having a few days with my best friend is something I patiently wait for whilst he tours with his band.
Calum planned for us to go for a meal which I was more than excited to have, sit down in a restaurant, eat some really good food which I’ll end up dreaming about and drooling over in my sleep but that isn’t quite how things turned out. On arrival to the restaurant there had been some incidences meaning they had to close, unavailable to even do takeaway. So, despite this we tried six other places near by and all of them were full. Disheartened with my stomach growling and feet aching we decided to take a stroll through the city as we searched for a pizza place, ending up by the clubs.
“I’m really sorry.” Calum spoke up and lifted his head, the sorrow clear in his eyes as we walked under street lamps, hitting his brown eyes with such force before being submitted back into the darkness.
Opening my mouth to say something I heard a couple of wolf whistles, and callings towards me. Glancing back my heart began to beat rapidly as four eyes across the road were clearly eying me up. Pulling my hand from Calum’s arm I tugged my skirt, pulling it down as I felt insecure suddenly and moved my hair to cover more of my face. Sensing my change in demeanor Calum stopped, “Come on guys! That is no way to respect a lady, have some decency.” They merely shuffled away as I saw him balling his hand up into a fist, ready to launch over to them.
Placing my hand on his arm I called for him to turn back around. As he did the anger melted from his eyes as he held me close, “You don’t deserve to be treated like that, no one does.” He mumbles into my hair as I rest my head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the smell of him that I’d missed.
“Pizza?” I ask happily as I can no longer ignore the evident growls of my stomach, a chuckle escapes his lips as he pulls away, the noises my stomach make are louder than I first thought.
Nodding he held my hand in his as we neared the pizza place. Despite the condition of the place we always found ourselves back here whenever he came to visit. Once we had the pizza boxes in hand we got an uber back to mine, and sang loudly and slightly out of tune- only on my behalf, Calum hands down won the singing match (I mean, it’s kind of his job after all.)
Laughing as we strolled into my apartment, helping ourselves to slices of pizza I began to search my cupboards for something to drink. As soon as one bottle was found, four more followed. Before I knew it the pizza was gone, leaving oil marked boxes along with two empty bottles and two well used shot glasses.
Glancing around with uneasy vision I giggled to myself as Calum stood there before walking over to me and dragging me over to the open space in my apartment. After much protesting he turned the volume up on the music and we danced like we were in a packed club. His fingertips traced my arms and worked their way across my spine and remained on my hips, moving them against his body.
We moving in sync, my head tilting towards his as the song came to an end. The smell of pure intoxication radiated from the two of us as his oozing brown eyes appeared enticing, his lips now irresistable. Leaning in I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck whilst his held my thighs as I jumped up and my lips smashed against his.
Groaning loudly I lifted my head up, unable to think straight or recall the events of last night. The room was spinning as the morning light, or daylight was too harsh to bare. Closing my eyes I placed my head back down on my pillow before turning on my side, knowing how it always eased me whenever I was hungover- what can I say? I’ve had practice.
Yet as I placed my arm out it hit something with a light thud. At first I overlooked it and closed my eyes again, but then it made a noise and I quickly sat upright. Tumbling out of bed with a squeal I ended up dragging the duvet with me, I was in a cocoon of shame, I just knew it. “Who, who is it?” I tried my hardest to sound bold, like the little integrity that remained would be useful.
“What are you on about?” My eyes went wide and all I wanted to do was make this cocoon a permanent thing, bury myself inside and never come out.
The mattress squeaked as the springs were relieved of the weight that suppressed them. Footsteps could be heard as he crossed the bed towards me. A confused, gentle and concerned calling of my name made me apprehensive to open my eyes. Maybe we just fell asleep, we were exhausted from dancing or drinking too much. Perhaps he tried to bring me to bed and was too lazy to move.
All of my possible ideas were shattered as he stood before me, naked. A small scream sounded from me involuntary and he glanced down, alarmed himself. “Shit!” He spoke up, now both of us wide awake. Whilst he was out of the room I glanced down at myself, yep. Something happened.
Quickly fumbling around in my drawers I slipped something on, which ended up being a onesie as it was the first thing I could find. I remained cautious to leave my room but curious as to what my poor old bed endured last night.
Eventually I plucked up the courage to leave my room and slowly walked out into the main room where he sat on the sofa, looking intently at the blank wall. “Hi.” I spoke up, merely hovering by him. Unsure whether sitting next to him would be okay or not.
“Erm, hi.” He cleared his throat before glancing my way for a split second, then focusing back on the wall. “Do you, do you remember what happened last night?” Turning to face me I could feel my insides breaking, going into self destruct mode.
Tightly closing my eyes I shook my head as I desperately tried to rack my brain for something, anything that’ll hint at what occurred between the two of us last night. “Unfortunately not.”
“Why unfortunately?” He was quick to reply leaving me stunned. After a moment of silence I sat down next to him, crossing my legs and fiddling with the threading on the inner calf. “Do you, do you regret what may have happened?” I could sense him being disheartened, lifting my head up I saw him observing me more so than normal with a different look in his eyes.
“I don’t know Cal, it’s not something that I can just be fine with. I mean, you’ve been my best friend since we were three. How can I just wake up one morning whilst you’re on a break from tour knowing that there is a high chance we had sex and solve what this is before you go again in what? Two days?” I scoffed lightly as I struggled to process it all, this being clear to him as he wrapped his arms around my back. My head dropping into his crotch as I adjusted myself to lie on my back, I don’t want to have some flashback to last night being because of that by any means.
“If you don’t know, or are unsure all you have to do is give me a call. Whatever you decide we can work through it. We always do.” He lightly kissed my forehead, lingering against it as a warm sensation flowed through me, butterflies forming in the pit of my stomach.
Standing up he headed towards the front door and opened it, pausing before taking a step outside into the real world. Turning around he focused on my face, then on my poor choice of outfit making me chuckle lightly. “I’ll speak to you soon Cal, I just can’t think right now.” Lowering my head I heard him mutter a goodbye as he closed the door, leaving me in an uneasy silence, unsure of my next move.