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The Soccer Player - Pt. 7

quick note: i never thought this would get this far but here we are thanks for reading :) also there should only be one or two more parts because  i know how i want this to end part one part two part three part four part five part six 

Walking out of the lecture hall, you found Calum leaning up against the wall scrolling through his phone. When the students started to pour out of the room he looked up, eyes locking onto you. He sent you a smile as you began walking towards him. “Are you waiting for me?” You asked, a slight smile playing on your lips at the idea. 

“I am.” He confirmed, standing up straight so he was taller than you again. “Got a problem with that, Y/L/N?” You shook your head, trying to hide the growing smile. 

“Not at all, Hood.” He held his hand out for you to take, which you did. “My class ended a few minutes ago and I wouldn’t mind the company back to the dorm.” He said, pulling you with him to begin walking to the doors. 

“Sounds good to me, but don’t you have practice in like 30 minutes?” You asked, checking the time on your phone to see it was 1:33. As soon as you fell into step with him, he dropped your hand, raking his fingers through his hair. 

“Yeah, but it won’t take us that long to walk there.” 

“I guess you’re right.” 

“Are you coming today?” He asked as he held the door open for you. You stepped outside, feeling the heat of the day. 

“Yeah, if Charlie does.” You waited for him to fall back next to you. 

“What about me?” He laughed, only joking. 

“What about you?” You said, earning a grin from him. 


The day was packed full of studying and more homework, and you stopped to meet Charlie after practice. You walked back together, after saying hi to Calum and Luke, and now you were back in your room again. Charlie was showering and you were scrolling through Instagram when you got a text from Calum. 

Let’s go for coffee, on me? 

To which you replied, Right now? 

Yeah, let me know when you’re ready and I’ll be at your door 

You told him you were ready now, as you hadn’t changed from earlier. A few moments later he was knocking at your door. You wrote on Charlie’s whiteboard that you went for coffee with Calum and took your keys and met him in the hallway. 

“Hi, princess.” He greeted, pulling you in for a kiss. You eagerly kissed back, feeling him smile against your lips. He pulled away and brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. The moment didn’t last long as someone was left their room and you two went out the entrance to the hall, wanting to get to the elevator before they did. 


You sat down after ordering, Calum sitting opposite of you, putting his wallet back in his back pocket. “So, tell me about you.” You laughed, not expecting him to say that. 

“What do you want to know?” You said, leaning on your elbow on the table top.

“The usual, your family, your favorite color. The not usual. Who is Y/n?” He leaned back comfortably against the booth, crossing his legs under the table.

“My favorite color is silver.” You offered.

“You skipped the family part, I think.” He joked, earning a laugh from you.

“Did I?”

“Ah, so we’ve hit a soft spot.” He deadpanned, leaning forward and clasping his hands together on the table. “Interesting, do tell me more.” He waited for your response, a grin on his face as he saw you slightly smile.

“You first.” He sighed and you heard the defeat in it.

“I have a sister, Mali Koa.” He explained. “This is for her.” He showed you the tattoo he’d gotten for her. You read the pretty font, looking at the bird and finally putting a meaning to the picture. “These are for my parents.” He held his hands out, showing you the initials on either hand.

“You must love your family.” You concluded as he folded his hands together again.

“And you don’t?” He asked, genuinely curious now.

“I do, just sometimes I don’t like them.” You looked up at the bar as an employee pushed your drink onto the counter and called out your order. You got up and went to retrieve it, grabbing a straw too. As you sat down again he urged you to pick up where you left off and you reluctantly did. “I’m close with my sister, in fact I have a tattoo with her.” His eyebrows raised.

“I didn’t notice a tattoo anywhere on you.” He said in thought, obviously replaying the scene you took place in earlier in the week. You smacked his hand, earning an ow and a smirk from him. “What, princess? I’m just trying to remember what I-ow!” You smacked his hand again and he laughed, pulling back from the table.

“Maybe you didn’t look hard enough.” You said. At that time the barista called out his order and you stood up to go get it. “Please, let me.” You said with a grin of your own, you turned and knew he was looking for it somewhere. You grabbed his drink and a straw and returned and he was still stumped. You slid his drink towards him.

“Where the hell is it?” He asked, giving up on his search. You laughed, turning your head to the side and pulling back your hair so he could see the small heart with the letter F enclosed in it behind your ear. “Ohhh. Well of course I wouldn’t have found that.” He stuck his straw in his drink and took a sip. “So is her name Fiona or something?”

“Francine. She has one just like it with the first letter of my name.” He nodded.
“So what’s the story with the rest of your family then?” You took a sip from your coffee, deciding a way to say it.

“My mom and dad are divorced, so Francine and I went back and forth a lot. We didn’t like it and so the relationships with our parents were often strained, but they’ve gotten better over the years. Now my mom is remarried and has a son named Cameron, he’s only 8 but he’s the smartest kid I’ve ever met. He says he wants to be a doctor.” You stopped when you realized how much you’d just let spill out, and he probably didn’t want to know that.

“Why’d you stop?” He asked, leaning on the palm of his hand and gazing dreamily at you. The look he was giving you was making you smile uncontrollably.

“It’s boring, isn’t it?”

“Nothing’s ever boring if I’m doing it with you. Besides, I want to know more about you.” He gave you a award-winning smile that genuinely showed his happiness in the moment and you swore in that moment you loved that and everything else about him. It’d only been a couple weeks, nearing a month, since you two started whatever this was, but it was turning into something deeper by the minute.


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Melanie Behringer ⊕ Magisterial Goals ⊕ 2017

yaelaverbuch: Food for thought: “Most scientists estimate that the universe is 13.77 billion years old, and that the Earth is 4.54 billion years old, while human beings have only been on Earth for less than 200,000 years. To put those numbers in perspective: if you stretched out your arms and your entire wingspan was representative of earth’s geological history and then you took a nail file and took just a little bit off of the edge of your fingernail you would have just wiped out all of human history.” How can we be so foolish as to think that some of us are inherently better than others? We are all part of something so, so much bigger than ourselves and we are all equal. #Equality

Modern!Robert would definitely have a tricked out family friendly car that he would drive his nephew to soccer practice in. He probably is the soccer team coach. Robert is a soccer mom. He doesn’t start the car until everybody has their seatbelt on. Safety first!