Anonymous said: “I don’t know if you accept requests, but I would appreciate it if you wrote an imagine about the morning after with Calum and the boys making fun of your scratches/hickeys??”
Sure, hope you like it, love! x
“Good morning.” You whisper, carefully stroking a strand of hair out of his forehead.
Calum breathes in loudly and twists his head, “nope, not yet.” he mumbles, “come here.”
You shake your head but can’t help but smile, “It’s almost noon, Cal.” You say, but you still let him pull you closer until you are lying chest to chest again, his face nuzzled into your neck.
The sun is shining through the windows, casting a golden glow across your naked upper bodies that aren’t covered by the sheets. Faint, red and purple marks are visible on his neck and collar bones. You trace your fingers over them and memories from the night before come flashing back, a smug grin taking its place on your face.
He is breathing heavily, eyes closed and lips parted. His fingers are creating random shapes on your lower back and his toes are lazily poking at your ankles, and you know he isn’t asleep.
“Caluum…” You say, dragging out his name as you smile down at him, his breath fanning against your skin. “It’s time to wake up now, we haven’t even had breakfast yet.”
You can both feel and hear his stomach respond you with a hungry growl, making you both let out a small laugh.
“But I’m so comfy,” he whines, gripping you tighter, “and you smell so good, Jesus christ…”
“Stop smelling me, creep.” You laugh, jokingly shoving at his shoulder.
“Never.” He laughs, burying his face further into your neck and breathing in loudly.
“You’re crazy.” You laugh, shaking your head.
He ‘hmm’s out a response before he mumbles, “crazy for you.”
Neither of you can help but laugh at that, cringing at how cheesy he is.
“I haven’t even showered or brushed my teeth yet, or gotten dressed. I smell disgusting.” You point out, trying to get out of his grip, but he protests quickly.
“No, you smell lovely. I want you, all of you. Even with messy hair, no makeup and morning breath. I love everything about you,” he says, placing a kiss on your chest before adding with a smirk on his lips, “especially when you haven’t gotten dressed yet.” He laughs and presses even closer to you.
“You’re such an idiot…” You laugh, shaking your head once again before you lean down to quickly press your lips to his, “You’re lucky I love you too, then.”
After another ten minutes of Calum trying to get you to stay in bed as long as possible and you trying to get him out of bed, you are finally on your way downstairs. You had to threaten with no back rubs for a while week for him to finally get moving. It took even more to get him to out on a pair of underwear, it’s not that you mind seeing him naked, not at all, it’s just for the sake of the other three boys in the house you made him cover up.
You had pulled on an old pair of sweats and a tank top, refusing to go to the kitchen in just one of Calum’s t-shirts which he had insisted on.
“You want a piggy back?” He looks at you and asks at the top of the stairs.
You nod, grateful for anything that will keep you from using your legs more than needed. You are sore from last night, which Calum had so happily made sure of.
“Well, well, well, isn’t it the love birds! It was about time, we were almost thinking of making some lunch.” Ashton says, spotting you from the kitchen island where he’s sitting propped with a cup of coffee when you get down.
“They’re awake already? That must be a new record!” Michael says, joining you in the room, Luke following closely behind.
Calum shakes his head at them and bends down so you can slide off of his back easily and land on the floor.
“Wow, looks like you two had it going pretty rough last night!” Ashton exclaims and they all laugh loudly.
“Yeah, look at that, can’t imagine you got any sleep at all.”
“Try sleeping in the room next to them, don’t think I slept more than a few hours. I can still hear it in my head, fuck! harder, more! and you’re driving ma crazy, princess, Jesus christ!” Michael says, doing a very bad imitation of your so called moaning from last night, making all of them erupt in laughter once again. You occupy yourself with taking out bowls and some cereal, feeling your cheeks heat up.
“Your back is a mess, mate. Don’t know what you did to your girlfriend to make her turn into a freaking tiger, man.”
“Yeah, and good luck covering those bruises up. They won’t go away for at least a week.”
“Don’t listen to them, they’re just jealous,” Calum says into your ear but loud enough for them to hear too, coming up behind you with his hands on your hips. “You were amazing, it was amazing.”
You turn around and meet their eyes with a small smile playing on your lips before you look to Calum, “ready for round two after breakfast, babe?