Just "Friends" | Calum Hood | (requested)
“Ugh why can’t we just go together?” I groan through the phone.
“The media will practically blow up if they see us together again. You know how our fans are, one wrong move and BAM, the rumors start again.” Calum replies.
“Yeah but we’re not actually dating.” I roll my eyes even though he couldn’t see.
“We know that but they don-. Alright I gotta go I just pulled up to the party. Remember to arrive 20 minutes, not a second before. Got it?”
“Yeah yeah yeah. I get it.”
“Okay babe I’ll see you inside!” He says and the line goes dead.
After 20 solid minutes of driving around, we finally pull up at the party. I quickly unbuckle my seatbelt and grab my purse, eager to get out.
My driver pops out and opens my door, guiding me through the crowd of fans and the dozens of paparazzi who were all shouting the same thing, ‘Are you and Calum Hood dating?’
As soon as I get inside the party, my eyes immediately search for Calum, ignoring all the celebrities and alcohol that lined the club.
“Y/n!” I hear Calum call my name and I rush over towards him, him engulfing me in his arms.
We pull away and he smiles down at me.
“Come on, the guys are over here.” He intertwines his fingers with mine and leads me over to the VIP lounge section.
I look down at our hands and smile to myself. Even though we aren’t dating I’ve always had a thing for Calum and I can’t help but think he has a thing for me too.
But then again, he’s THE Calum Hood and I’m just… that supermodel who occasionally walks the runway for Dior in Paris.
We’ll never be compatible. It’ll just never work out.
A guy with a tray full of shots stop me as we reach the boys.
Calum motions for me to go ahead as he goes to sit down next to Luke and I’m left to chose between Tequila and Vodka.
After I get my starter and go to sit down I notice there are no more seats left.
“There’s nowhere to sit.” I say to Calum and he smirks, patting his lap.
I let my heart speed up for a second before taking up his offer and casually sitting on his lap.
The vibration from his laughter from what one of the boys said shakes me out of my thoughts.
“Looks like Calum and y/n are getting some tonight.” Ashton laughs, obviously intoxicated.
Michael shakes his head. “By the way y/n looks, I might just take her home myself.”
And on cue, Calum wraps both of his arms around my waist. I can’t help but grab one of hands and he immediately intertwines them.
I focus on not applying too much weight on him and getting my breathing in order.
Oh god he probably thinks I’m a weirdo.
Calum isolates himself from the boy’s conversation redirects his attention to me.
I turn my head to side and stick my tongue out at him, only for him to do it in return. We both laugh and ‘ew’ each other as our tongues almost touch.
“I could’ve gotten coodies.” I pout.
“Not from me babe, I can promise you I’m coodies free.” He laughs and lightly kisses my cheek.
“Ew now I need to go to the doctor. I’m sick.” I wine.
“I’ll make you feel better.” He leans in and I freeze at his actions.
Was he actually going to kiss me?
Our lips brush then he quickly move his mouth away to my nose and peck the top.
“Tease.” I huff and turn back around, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
“Only for you baby girl.”
He pulls me closer to him and nuzzles his face into my neck and I completely forget how to breath, and my heart threatening to beat out of my chest.
It’s too much that I unwrap myself from Calum and abruptly stand up, trying to search for the air that Calum stole from my lungs.
“Are you okay?” Calum asks and I notice everyone’s eyes were now on me.
“Y-yeah I’m fine. I-I just…um. Gotta stretch my legs, you know, the fun life of a supermodel.” I lie and Calum tilts his head at me.
He has this amazing superpower of sensing when somethings wrong.
He pulls me over to a corner and I find myself staring at something behind him. I’ve finally gotten myself to calm down a little bit and looking at that angel himself would just make me go into cardiac arrest.
He uses his fingers to tilt my head up and I notice how close we actually are.
My heart speeds up yet again and I find him leaning in again.
I let out a sigh and he freezes.
“I swear to go Calum if you do this again I won’t talk to you ever again.” I whisper and he lets out one of those god-like laughs.
I don’t get to reply before he presses his lips against mine.
He pulls away and looks me in the eye, moving a few strands of hair out my face.
I was actually 100% sure right then and there I was actually dead because I wasn’t breathing at all and my heart was moving so fast I couldn’t comprehend it.
“I thought we were friends.” I break the silence.
He smirks, “Baby you knew full well we’d end up like this.”
He pecks my lips again. “Let’s go home.”
“Do I have to wait 20 minutes again?”
“No I think they’ll be fine.”
We say bye to the boys and lead ourselves outside where the car was and once again, the screaming, flashing, and questions arise.
“Are you two a thing?” One paparazzo shouts.
“No we’re just friends!” I laugh as we enter the car.
As soon as the door shuts Calum pounces on me, forcing his lips against mine and digging his hands through my hair.
Because, you know, we’re just friends.
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