Quit, Calum Hood.
Summary: Calum Hood and Y/N dated for years, but because of their frantic schedules things weren’t working out and they were drifting apart. The pair concluded that the best thing would be to break up. Slightly over 6 months later, Y/N is invited to Luke’s engagement party and she can’t let him down. However she may just bump into the one person she prayed she wouldn’t.
A/N: If any of you have been following me since around December time, you might remember I had a series called Terrible Love, or something like that, that I deleted. This is kinda based upon some of the events that happened in that.
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It all happened so quickly. Y/N and her date had pulled up at the Nice Guy and clambered out, giggling to themselves when Y/N’s date nearly fell face first out of the car. She squealed when her date wrapped his hand around her waist and placed a cold and calloused hand on her bare waist. She glanced up at him with sparkling eyes and offered a sweet smile.
The paparazzi snapped multiple pictures of the couple, already conducting an article to go with the picture. They imagined the rumours that would blossom about the couple, what drama would occur when people saw them together. No doubt in their fickle minds that it would cause hell to break loose. After all, Y/N was the ex-girlfriend of Calum Hood; bassist of 5 Seconds Of Summer.
Y/N’s eyes flitted across the extravagant room, her eyes almost simultaneously falling in on the person she was hoping to avoid. She gasped slightly when she noticed his chocolate brown eyes were already on her, tracing her curves in the slightly skimpy and revealing dress. His tongue darted across his plush lower lip.
Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut, she didn’t want to see Calum and she sure as hell didn’t want him seeing her, but that all went to shit, didn’t it? Y/N whipped around and shuffled towards the organised bar. Her heels agonizing. She slumped down onto a stool and ordered a lemonade with ice.
She picked at her slightly chipped black nail polish. Her mind drifting off. She knew coming tonight was going to be a bad idea, but she couldn’t let her friend Luke down.
It was his engagement party and although he was painfully aware of the tension between Y/N and Calum, he wanted nothing more than both of his closest friends to be there to witness him propose to his soon-to-be fiancé. He was also aware that neither Calum or Y/N would miss it for the world, even though they both hoped the other wouldn’t show up to spare them the awkwardness.
Y/N’s eyes ripped away from her nails when the barista placed a glass of lemonade in front of her. Y/N smiled gratefully at the busy girl and picked up her glass, taking a long sip through the straw.
Her eyes widened when she felt a presence next to her, she turned her head slightly and regretted it almost instantly. Her eyes met the captivating brown eyes of Calum Hood. He smiled, although the smile didn’t reach his eyes like it used to, Y/N had known Calum well enough to know it was forced and strained.
“Hey.” He muttered when the barista handed him a JD and Coke. He smiled at her and lifted the beverage up to his plump, rosy lips. He took a sip, his eyes shutting when the bitter drink slide down his throat, leaving a dull burning sensation in its path. Y/N couldn’t help but be entranced by his movements, watching as he placed the half empty glass back on the table and licked his lips of any remains of the alcoholic beverage.
“Not drinking?” Calum finally spoke again, causing Y/N’s eyes to snap away from his face and back onto her hands. Y/N shook her head, not trusting her voice to answer him. “Let me guess, Michael got you pregnant.” Calum snickered, causing Y/N’s cheeks to flush red.
“No, Calum, you know I wouldn’t fuck Michael. We’re just friends. You know that, Cal.” Y/N squeaked, her voice breaking, it had been so long since she’d said his name. “I’m not that cruel, Calum. I wouldn’t fuck your best friend to spite you and I sure as hell wouldn’t have been so reckless as to get pregnant. I thought you knew me better, clearly not.” Y/N hastily got up from her seat and staggered through the crowd, needing some fresh air.
Y/N was hunched over the balcony, watching the hassle below her. She kind of pitied Luke, he wanted a sophisticated party, but from what Y/N had witnessed it was far from it. Strangers were making out whenever they got the chance, drunk people were littered around the area.
She felt a presence behind her, but she already knew who it was. She could smell his cologne that was mixed with the JD on his breath.
“Why did you run off, Y/N? Listen, I’m sorry if I upset you. I know you would never fuck Michael, I was just angry. I loved you and you seem like it never happened, like your long over me and truth be told, I don’t think I’ll ever be over you.” Calum husky voice lowered an octave as the final sentence slipped past his lips. He crept up beside Y/N and lent over the balcony too.
He shoved his hand into his back pocket, his slender fingers clutching the cigarette pack. He ripped the packet, flipping open the lid and pulling out the slender object. He brought it up to his lips, his teeth catching onto the end. He shoved the packet back in and fished around in his other pocket for the lighter. He ignited the flame and lit the cigarette
Y/N glanced at Calum in the corner of her eye, he seemed troubled. She looked back down, the sight of him still so painful.
“I thought you quit smoking.” Y/N uttered, not removing her eyes from the people below.
“Had nothing to quit for.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, still not having to courage to look him in the eye.
“I only quit because you wanted me to, but then I didn’t have you, so I didn’t have a reason to quit.”