Okay so fun fact: my room has its own heater, and my room is really cold in the mornings but really hot at night.
So instead of turning my heater off at night, and dealing with an even colder morning, usually I’ll just deal with it by taking off my shirt, only using the top sheet as a blanket, and sleeping like that.
Besides, I have my own room, with a lock, so it’s not like anyone knows I sometimes sleep without a shirt.
Why is this relevant? ‘Okay, not that odd, Bry. But why are you telling me about your shirtlessness?’
Well, I am getting to that, my good sirs/ma'ams/esteemed people. It is because the ground level of my house is currently very warm.
And it has been ever since the weather has started warming up.
So, every time I’m feeling overly hot in the evenings, and it’s quiet, I subconsciously think ‘oh, maybe you should take your shirt off’.
Even when there are other people in the room.
So I’ve had like….. three separate instances where I’m halfway through taking my shirt off before I realize that I’m not in my room, and my little sister/mom/brother/etc. are staring at me in horror.
I could see a fleet of emotions flash across Calum’s face at my confession. “What?” He asked. I closed my eyes as I tried to rid myself of the images of my past from when I was a part of that gang. “Please don’t make me say it again,” I whispered. I heard him stand up and angrily push the swing back, the sound of metal chains clanking in the air. “What do you mean you were a part of Harry’s gang?” I opened my eyes to see Calum standing in front of me with both of his hands clenched into fists and a fuming expression on his face as his chest heaved heavily. He took on step towards me. “What do you mean you were a part of Harry’s gang, Y/N?” Calum gritted through his teeth. I gulped. “It means what it says, Calum.” He didn’t rest his gaze. “Explain.”