Housemates (Calum Hood x Reader) Chapter Eight
Warnings: References to cheating, protectiveness, potential possessiveness.
A/N: I hope everyone who celebrates Christmas had the best time. I thought I’d update chapters to my series over the next couple of days before New Year’s :)
I don’t really remember the journey from (Y/N)’s place to Jess’. My head was in a spin when I stormed out of (Y/N)’s bedroom, and I guess the adrenaline got me over to Jess’. I don’t know what’s going on; I don’t know why (Y/N)’s got it in her head that I cheated on Jess, and I don’t know why Jess would tell her so.
“Calum?” Jess asks, shocked by my presence at her front door.
“Yeah, I need to come in.” I demand, dropping all sense of my manners.
Jess looks back at me dumbfounded, “Erm…err…yeah, erm, come in” she stutters anxiously, as she steps aside and lets me in her home.
She leads me up to the room, and invites me to sit down on the bed next to her, but instead I pace the room.
“This is a surprise to say the least.” She speaks up, “How are you finding living with (Y/N) and her family?”
I glance at her, “Terrible, no thanks to you!”
Jess furrows her eyebrows at me, clearly not following where I’m coming from.
“Why did you tell her I’d cheated on you?”
She gulps, and her face immediately goes pale. If (Y/N) could be here right now; if she could just see the look on her so-called Saint of a best friend’s face, she would realise that she’s the one she should have a vendetta against and not me.
“Calum…I…I’m really sorry.” She eventually replies.
I stop pacing, and turn to face her.
“Sorry?” I question, “Is that the best thing you’ve got?”
She doesn’t say anything, but continues to look as white as a sheet.
“I just don’t understand!” I yell, “You cheat on me, I’m the one left heartbroken, but then you tell your best friend who just so happened to be one of my best friend’s that it was the other way around!”
“I just don’t get it.” I continue, “I really…just don’t get it. I would have done anything for you just to make you happy; I did everything I could…it took me so long to get over everything that happened…and now I find out you’ve turned the one person I really want in my life against me, because what? You couldn’t face the fact you’re a cheat as well as a liar?”
Jess shakes her head, and takes a deep breath. “Calum, I can explain.”
“Can you?” I spit.
She sighs, “Well, I won’t if you’re gonna be like that.”
I roll my eyes, before letting her speak.
“After you, (Y/N) was the only person I had. I lost you, and I was scared I was going to lose her too.” She proceeds, “If she found out I had cheated, she’d have treated me the way she’s been treating you.”
My eyes widen, “And, what? That was okay to you? You couldn’t take responsibility for something you did, so you just expected me to?”
“To be fair, I didn’t expect you to come back after you moved away.” She shrugs.
“THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT OKAY!” I shout in frustration, causing her to jump.
Jess sighs, “Calum, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else I can say.”
“I do.” I confess, “You can come back to (Y/N)’s place with me, and you can tell her the truth.”
Jess pauses, and thinks to herself for a minute. I hope she’ll do the right thing.
“Why would I want to do that?” She speaks up, “Why would I want to do anything for you?”
I furrow my eyebrows, “But you wouldn’t be doing it for me…you’d be doing it for (Y/N)…and if she truly is your best friend, you would do anything for her.”
Jess looks up at me, “I’ll lose her if she knows the truth. I’ve lied for too long.”
“That’s not my problem.” I shake my head.
“But you’ve lied to her too.” Jess points out.
I look away from her, before looking back and shaking my head. “She wouldn’t believe me if it came from me.”
“Exactly.” Jess agrees, “So, if you told her, she’d just hate you even more.”
I gulp, “I don’t even know if that’s possible.”
“It is, believe me.” Jess nods, “And besides, you’ve always had a lot of friends. You have people here who you can catch up with; when you go home in a few months time, you have friends to go back to. You say (Y/N) is the only one you need, but she isn’t. To want just her, and to want her to yourself, is just selfish when I wouldn’t have any one.”
I stare at her for a moment or two. I know she’s just trying to manipulate me into doing what she wants me to do, but perhaps she might actually be right. She never was particularly popular – which I’m sure anyone would see why if they had heard this conversation – and I always was.
“Fine.” I shrug, “I won’t say anything.”
Jess breaks into a smile, “I’m glad we’ve come to that arrangement.”
“I’m not doing this for you.” I reply, glaring at her. “I’m doing this for (Y/N).”
I go to leave her room, but I think of one more thing I want to say.
“But when the truth comes out, Jess – which it will, like it always does – you’re going to stay as far away from (Y/N) as you can, because I’m going to be the one picking up the pieces, and you’re going to keep your distance.”
Jess gulps, beginning to look uncomfortable, and I leave her place and make my way back to (Y/N)’s.
I don’t know if I can stand by and watch (Y/N) continue to hate me for something I didn’t do; I know it won’t be easy. But I will do whatever it takes to protect her and keep her happy. I don’t care if that means Jess ends up with no friends; all I care about is (Y/N) and her happiness.
I step back into (Y/N)’s house, her parents still not back yet, and I immediately head back up to my room. I just want to forget that that conversation with Jess ever happened. I thought I had got over what had happened; that I’d moved on…but seeing her, and speaking to her today, has made me think it’s a different story.
It’s also made me really begin to question my feelings for (Y/N). I knew there was a spark from the second I started living here, but I didn’t think I’d become as protective of her as I am now. I would do anything; give anything just for her to be happy – even letting her hate me, if that’s what it takes.
My thoughts are interrupted when the sound of a guy’s voice grows louder as I head down the corridor towards my room. I look up to find a guy stood outside of (Y/N)’s room, (Y/N) seeing him out.
He looks up at me, “You must be Calum, am I right?”
I clench my jaw, “Speaking?”
He looks at me funny, “…I’m Isaac. (Y/N)’s friend.”
I nod, “Cool.”
(Y/N) ushers Isaac away from me and towards the stairs. He says he’s a friend, but I know a guy in love when I see one, so I follow them downstairs.
(Y/N) says good-bye to him; no kiss, no hug; just a simple good-bye. She turns around after closing the door and is taken aback to find me waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.
“What do you want?” She spits.
“We need to talk about Jess…”