Requested: “Hi ! I don’t mean to be a bother but I was wondering if you could make an imagine about Calum inspired by the song “Sleep Talking” by Charlotte Lawrence ? If so, you do your thing I just want it to have some relation to the meaning of the song. Please and thank you ! Have a great day/night ! 💕”
I added some inspo from amnesia in the pic- thought it was applicable!
The door opened and shut again. It was 3am but I was wide awake. I rolled over in bed and curled up, facing away from the bedroom door.
I heard Cal clear his throat outside the bedroom, stumbling into the bathroom and turning on the shower. I rolled my eyes and got out of bed, tip-toeing to lock the front door of the apartment.
Going back to the room a cloud of cigarette smoke hit my nose as I passed the bathroom. My anger grew as I opened the door to see a half-naked Calum lighting a cigarette in the small apartment bathroom.
“Cal, what the fuck!” I yelled as I snatched the cigarette out of his mouth, putting it out on the counter and tossing it in the trash.
Calum laughed, “I forgot you don’t like that.”
“Are you seriously laughing at me? You are so drunk. I can smell the whisky on you.” I rolled my eyes and left the bathroom back into the hallway.
“Come onnn, give me a break” Calum whined, walking after me, “I had a weird night.”
“Yeah weird night with those other girls you’re seeing?” I said, turning on the bedroom light and grabbing my backpack out of the closet. It was time to leave, this was the last straw.
“Woah woah woah, other girls? I’m not seeing anyone els-”
“Yeah you can cut the shit, you don’t think I see the other names of people you’re constantly texting?” I grabbed my phone charger and wallet, stuffing them in my backpack with the clothes that were already in there.
“Bye.” I said, pushing past him to the door, tears filling my eyes.
“You’re just going to leave?” He called after me, “after all this time?”
I stopped at the door. So many times before I had told myself ‘I’ll just leave in the morning’ and ‘I won’t warn him at all’, but he deserved to see how he hurt me.
The tears began to fall, warm on my cheeks.
“I can’t do it anymore Cal. This sucks.”
He walked over to me, reaching out for my arm, “Let’s just talk about this in the morning, come on, go back to bed.”
I looked at him staring back at me. His hand on my arm holding my backpack, his black hair a mess, his eyes intent.
The eye contact broke with Calum reaching for his phone in his back pocket.
I sighed and let out a laugh, “Fuck you Calum,” were my last words walking out the door.
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