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[cliffordsho]

michael imagine

alright, i came across this lovely list by pinup-cal the other day about being best friends with michael, which you can find here, and i was inspired, to say the least! sooo, thank you so much for allowing me to expand on your list and here we goooooo. 

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It was late at night, and you would give just about anything to be in bed, but today was the day that Michael was finally coming back from tour and you promised him, after many whiney and pleading text messages, to meet him at the airport.

Despite the fact that it was some ungodly hour in the morning and there was no sun to be seen, you could hear the diligent fans chatting amongst themselves and waiting to potentially get a picture or hug from one of the guys.

You, on the other hand, stood in the back, leaning on a pillar and absorbed by the music pumping through your headphones. Their planes had an awful habit of being late and you knew better than to get too excited right away.

Moments passed as you kept listening with a sleepy state of mind when you felt your eyes being covered by something soft. Your smile grew immediately, knowing he was finally back.

"Guess who." He laughed.

"Michael, perhaps." You mused.

"Nope. It's boobs." He answered, taking his sweater paws off of your eyes and finally getting to look at you face-to-face. Tired green eyes with bags underneath them stared back at you, but they seemed happy, which was what really mattered to you.

His arms enveloped you in a hug and you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss his warm body pressed against yours. You missed breathing in his scent and having a shoulder you could always lean on. Six months was a long time without your partner in crime and you couldn't wait to get back to business with him.

"I didn't miss you at all, (Y/N)." He laughs, but the look in his eyes says otherwise.

"Keep it up and you won't have a ride home, Clifford." You snapped back with a wink. 

"Okay, I missed you."

"Damn right you did." You affirmed, grabbing one of his suitcases and walking back to your car with him. With much more time until his break finished, you were ready to hear all about his old adventures, and hopefully make some more of your own.

[cliffordsho]

ashton imagine- royalty au

writer: ally

what goes down: royal balls are pretty unpredictable, aren’t they?

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You could definitely say your parents were big on politics, and by that, they were literal royalty, which made you the princess of a small country called Esterlyn. Life was good growing up. You were almost always accommodated with what you needed, and found it pleasing to be directly involved with the betterment of your country, but, as always, not everything was picture perfect. 

Every so often, when you were sitting in your room, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming emptiness well up inside you. Sitting in a banquet full of people somehow made you feel more lonely than staring up at the ceiling in bed. Of course you were surrounded by people and friends, but most of them were pulled into your life for publicity. You shared similar experiences, but they were only skin deep. 

Naturally, this filled you up with some anxiety towards the royal ball tonight. You had started the day with some spa treatments and pep talks with your best friend, but knowing that they weren’t going to be by your side made the butterflies in your stomach go wild. 

Without warning, you heard the door to your room open and spotted your mother.

“Oh, (Y/N), you’re going to get your gown wrinkled before the ball even starts.” She teased, coming over to sit on the bed. You sat up and moved over to make room for her. “I know you’re not big on these things, but I have a feeling that tonight will be special.”

“You say that a lot.” You commented.

“I know I do. Remember last time when that duchess spilled punch all over her gown? I’d say that’s special.” 

“That’s fair.” You laughed lightly.

“Come on, let’s get you to your place. I heard dinner tonight is going to be amazing.” She smiled and rubbed your back.

After one last look in the mirror, you followed her out your room and down corridors and staircases before ending up at the banquet hall. You admired the decorations adorning the walls and ceilings before finding your seat at the table. 

For some time, you picked lightly at the food on your plate and took in your surroundings. There were too many old people concerned with healthcare and distasteful clothing for your liking.

You caught a glance from a guy around your age walking towards you, which surprised you. His long hair was pulled neatly into a bun and his hazel eyes seemed warm and greeting. You gave him a small smile and he returned it to you, displaying his broad dimples.

“I’m Princess (Y/F/N) of Esterlyn.” You stood up to greet him.

“I’m Prince Ashton Irwin of Deepwall.” He knelt down and kissed your hand. You coudn’t help but let a little blush escape to your cheeks.

“Nice to meet you, I’m guessing you’re at this table with us?” You nodded towards the couple making out.

“So I’ve been told.” He answered, trying not to laugh at the sight in next to him.

“Would you like to go elsewhere?” You offered.

“Gladly.” He smiled and followed you out the hall and to a balcony across the corridor.

You looked over the gardens and courtyard below you and let out a breath.

“I’d rather be anywhere but inside there right now.” You spoke truthfully.

“Me too.” He agreed.

“Really? Oh my god, I thought I was the only one.” You sighed in relief.

“Everything’s just… fake, you know? Like life is good here, but it’s more underwhelming than people make it out to be.” He explained.

“Exactly! Sometimes I can’t stand this classical music and all these fancy things I’ve been too scared to touch. Being thrusted into politics at such a young age kind of sucks the life out of you.”

“I remember a few years ago I asked for a drum kit and you should have seen the look on my parents faces.” He laughed, throwing his head back and flashing a golden smile.

“That’s so cool! Are you in a band or something too?”

“Sort of? I kind of just mess around with some friends and jam out.”

“That sounds amazing.” You let out a sigh and rested your elbows on the balcony. The sky was littered with stars and you couldn't help but want to wish on one. 

"Life would be so much different if it were like the movies." He spoke. 

"Right?!" 

"I wanna ride off into some sunset with the person of my dreams." He laughed. 

"If you could wish on a star, what would you wish for?" 

"Probably to keep making music. It's been a hobby since I was small and I've met some close friends through it. I want to reach out to people and really connect and interact with how they feel. I don't know," He shrugged. "What about you?"

"To really live. I hate the way that things are here. I want to work for the things I really care about and I want to travel the world without other people breathing down my neck. I want to run through the sprinklers in the garden with no regrets and pull all nighters for no reason. I guess I just want to feel truly alive." You let out.

He looked at you and gave you a genuine smile, as if he really cared.

"I mean, the gardens are right down there." He pointed and shrugged.

You looked back at him with a wide grin and couldn't help but feel like tonight was going to be the beginning to a new take on life. 

[cliffordsho]

song pref - just saying (2)

writer: ally

requested: yupp! by anon

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luke: he says he loves you, but it’s all an act // he’s seeing someone else right behind your back

You froze for a moment, unsure of what to say. Your breath was taken away and your body was filled with feelings of confusion, awe, and flattery. Out of all the things you expected to come out of his mouth, you were the last thing. Luke was already shying away, red tinting his cheeks, but you still sat there in shock and realization.

“Holy shit.” You whispered.

“What?”

“I’m literally so dumb.”

“I mean, you said it this time.” He put his hands up in defense with a grin.

You began to put the pieces together in your mind. His smile, his sarcasm, his laugh, his heart; everything about the boy next to you seemed to make you happy, and when you thought about Brandon, you just didn’t seem to feel the same way. If you weren’t with somebody who made you happy, then what was the point?

“I need to drop him.” You looked straight back at Luke.

“Wait, what?”

“You were right. I need to get rid of Brandon.”

“Okay, I admit I was kinda being a jerk, are you sure?” He confirmed, seeming surprised at your change in opinions.

“Yes. Will you help me? Oh my gosh, I’m such an idiot.”

“I mean, if you want me to? What did you have in mind?”

“I have no idea, but I need support.” You looked up to him, a little scared of following your heart and where it might take you.

“You know what, let’s go see that ice cream truck, and then we’ll work something out, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, with your breathing starting to slow down.

You walked with him across the playground and to the place where the ice cream truck waited, surrounded by small children. The two of you decided what you wanted before Luke pulled our his wallet and payed for it, which surprised you more than it should have.

“You didn’t have to pay for me.”

“It’s my duty as your friend.” He insisted.

“Brandon never did that.” You muttered under your breath.

“Well, I’m not Brandon.” He shrugged. “Let’s head to the swings.”

You followed him into the small playground, filled with kids that were likely wondering why you and your six foot friend were playing on the swing sets.

“I really missed you, ya know?” He faced you.

“Right back at you, Hemmo.” You smiled.

“Now tell me what made you change your mind.”

“I just don’t think I’m happy. Like he’s sweet and all, but when I think of somebody I want to be a relationship with, it’s not him. I need somebody I can just chill and do nothing with, or have deep conversations. I need somebody who can brighten up my day just by thinking about them and their smile. He just doesn’t do that for me.”

“Well, do you know somebody who does do that for you?”

And that’s the question you had been waiting for. Just listing what you needed and wanted in a relationship reminded you of the boy right in front of you. It might have taken a while, several years, but it hit you. Luke was the one you really wanted.

“I mean, would you judge me if I said you?” You asked, repeating what he formerly said to you.

“Well,” he took in your words. “Aren’t we just letting it out at each other today.” He laughed, and you joined him. The situation was awfully ironic.

“Also, is that Jaz?” You pointed across the path to the bench you were sitting at before to your former friend from primary school.

“Screw Jaz, I think that’s Brandon with her.” He looked at the guy sitting next to her, and you did admit that it looked quite like him.

“They just kissed. Luke, we’re going in.” You said angrily as you grabbed his hand and stormed over to where you sat before.

“Oh, hi (Y/N). I swear, it’s not what it looks like.” Your soon-to-be-ex boyfriend stuttered out.

“You’re a dick who doesn’t deserve my time. We’re through.” You spat, taking the remains of your ice cream and flattening it on his head.

Luke’s face stared in shock, but quickly turned to amusement as the cold treat dribbled down his face.

A smirk tugged at your lips, and you found yourself doing something you always would happen. You stood on your toes, wrapped your arms around Luke’s neck, and kissed him long and hard. You heard a scoff from behind, and you and Luke flipped him the bird without missing a beat.

Maybe it wasn’t your ideal end to the situation, but the warm feeling in your chest and happy mindset you were in said otherwise.

[cliffordsho]

college!5sos

been seeing a lot of anarchyaustralia college 5sos posts and i felt a lil inspired ~ally So college!Luke would be working the extended campus store hours during finals week to start working off student loans, and, of course, you'd probably stumble in around four in the morning looking for some five hour energy and coffee. You managed to find everything you need, and when you went to check out, you found him dozing off on the counter. You awkwardly put your items down and looked around before tapping his shoulder and awaking him. He's got a confused and startled gaze at first before realizing he's supposed to ring you up. He apologizes profusely with a sleepy grin and begs that you won't tell his boss, as this wasn't the first time this happened. Instead of going back to your room to finish studying, you end up leaning on the counter with him and listening as he complains about the job and how he's ready to go home. And you can't help but agree and want to get to know him more, so he gives you his number and promises you that the next time you see him, there will be better coffee and a less sleepy date.

[cliffordsho]

Some aus

• "you've been hogging this dance machine for an hour and you're not even that good so let me show you up in this kiddie arcade for the ultimate dance battle" au • "it's 2am and i snuck to your floor of the dorm to take a shower because it has better pressure, why are you watching netflix on the bathroom counter" au • "you're the street artist i always pass on my way to work and your newest picture looks a lot like me, also my eyes are definitely not shaped like that" au • "you always order some complicated and ridiculous drink at the campus coffee shop and i don't know how to make that, i just started last week" au • "i accidentally walked into your apartment instead of mine, and i like your posters but why is there a snake on your bed" au • "i have all the high scores on this game and you waltz in here and beat them all let's have a showdown asshole" au • "I hear a screaming match across the hall then a door slamming and you knock on my door covered in cake wondering if you can sleep on my couch for the night" au • "you're sleeping on a display bed in IKEA and I wake you up seeing if you need somewhere to stay and you have no idea how you got there. queue us retracing your steps to see what happened the night before when you got smashed" au • "you work in a coffee shop and you always give me recs on what to get and you always make a heart with whipped cream pls put on your name tag I need to know your name" au • "sir please put your pants on this is a library" au

[cliffordsho]

hello hello hello! the lovely owners of this blog are here to remind you that requests are open!! are ya just dying for some cute calum thing? or craving some fluffy song preferences? well, the ask box is open, so have at it! love you all lots and lots!! 

~ ally and caiah

[cliffordsho]

I need a Luke part 2 omg 😍

guessing this is for the just saying imagine? and sure!! :^) ~ ally

[cliffordsho]

song preference - just saying

writer: ally!

requested: nah but here ya go

also a psa: sorry for being so inactive ahhh school’s almost over so i’ll be writing more later! 

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Luke: when you change your mind i'll be waiting / cause i'm better than him, just saying 

Despite the blazing hot sun and the endless amounts of sunburns and mosquitoes, summer always seemed to work itself out. Your best friend Luke was back home from touring, and you had plenty of time to catch up with him and everything that was going on in your busy lives. There was occasional texting and video calls, but there was nothing like finally getting to see him in person again.

You had been texting him more frequently since he let you know they were back in town, but you had yet to spend some time together. He seemed preoccupied with writing, which you understood, but you decided he needed some more fun, so you found yourself at the door of his house, ringing the bell. 

"Oh, (Y/N)! It's so good to see you again!" Liz greeted as she opened the door and leaned into the hug.

"You too Mrs. Hemmings! How've you been?" You asked as she ushered you in. 

“I'm great! It's been an empty nest recently, but I've got Lewi back!" She laughed. "Speaking of which, I imagine you've come to see him?"

"Yes! A post-tour reunion." You continued to make small talk.

"Ah, he's up in his room. Been writing since he got off the plane! We couldn't even get him out for dinner last night."

"That's odd. Maybe I can pull him out of there, I'll go say hi! Thanks!" You nodded and headed upstairs and down the hall to his room before knocking. 

The sounds of his guitar strumming stopped and a weak 'come in' was uttered. Pushing the door open, you found him sitting on the edge of his bed, his old acoustic resting on his lap. His eyes widened in shock when he caught sight of you, but a smile quickly lit up his whole face. You ran over to him and engulfed him in a hug, having to stand on your toes to even reach him.

"Luke, oh my gosh, I missed you so much!" You took a step back to get a good look at him. His hair was under a beanie, but that same smile and lip ring sat on his face. You recognized the tank top you had given to him and sweatpants hanging loosely on his legs.

"I thought you were my mom for a second." He laughed and motioned for you to sit down on the bed with him. "I was going to tell you to go away."

"If you knew it was me you'd probably still say it." You joked.

"No promises." He smirked.

"I'm gonna break you out of here." You decided.

"What?" He asked.

"Come on, let's go!" You stood up.

"Wait, what do you-" He tried again, but you hushed him and pulled him out of his room and down the stairs. 

 "We'll be back in an hour or so, don't worry." You laughed, walking out the door and down the street. You continued walking with him down familiar roads until you ended up at a small park across from a school. You looked back to see his reaction, which was confusion at first, but then familiarity.

"This is the park our parents took us to all the time!" He smiled.

"And one of your first gigs." You added proudly.

"I can't believe how far we've gotten." He spoke under his breath.

"Please tell me about your cool tour memories." You begged, always knowing that the strangest things happened while they were on the road.

"Michael dyed his hair a bunch of times, which definitely settled well, we frustrated Ashton quite a bit, and Calum almost flung his bass into the crowd." He summed up.

"Sounds amazing. Wish I could have been there."

"Me too. Now tell me all about what you've been up to."

"Not much, if I'm honest." You shrugged.

"Still dating Brandon or whatever?" He asked with a hint of sass behind his voice.

"Yes, Luke. I still don't understand why you hate him." You sighed.

"He's just a little shit."

"He's perfectly nice and all."

"Yeah, but he's kinda pretentious, and you know he lies to you to seem cooler." He sat down on a bench facing the playground and motioned for you to move next to him.

"That was one time, and I was dumb for believing it."

"That still says a lot about him. Even I'm better than him, and you know it's bad when I can say that."

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes.

"So your mom says you've been a hermit recently." You poked him, laughing a bit. It was his turn to be annoyed now. 

 "I'm not being a hermit, that's Michael's job." He grinned.

"What are you working on?" 

Songs and stuff, we're trying to get another album out this year." He explained. 

"Ahh, I understand. I wanna hear it sometime!" "We're not even close to done yet."

"Well you have to start somewhere." You tried to milk him for some more album secrets. 

"Maybe some other time (Y/N)." He was becoming increasingly fidgety.

"At least tell me what it's about." You begged, about to give up. He turned to face you and for what had been a long time, you got a good look at his face. 

His eyes were just as blue as you remembered them, but they seemed tired after months of being away from home. A small amount of stubble framed his chin, giving him an adorable but still attractive look.

"Would you judge me if I said you?"

[cliffordsho]

ok ok so artist!luke always wearing pale flannels covered in paint splatters, his hair flat against his forehead as he runs across campus to get to the coffee cart before going to class. of course he’s late, and his hands are still covered in yesterdays paint because he didn’t have time to wash it off. after he gets his coffee he literally runs into and luckily doesn’t spill coffee on you and you go to yell at him but he’s reaLLY fucking cute so you kinda just stare at him with your mouth hanging open and your eyes wide. he looks back at you and he has a similar expression and he just blurts out “shit I’m sorry you’re so pretty wow did i just say that? please date me” and he ends up painting what you looked like the day you met for your 1 year anniversary

--caiah 

[cliffordsho]

song preference - jet pack blues

writer: ally

requested: yes! 

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Michael: behind these two white highway lines / when the city goes silent / the ringing in my ears gets violent

The most terrible part was watching it all happen. You were a couple of cars behind the accident, but that unfortunately gave a crystal clear view of it all going down.

A shiny black car grazed a patch of ice and proceeded to skid off towards the edge of the highway and onto the metal barrier. You pulled over quickly to see if he was okay, fully knowing that a crash like that could kill on impact. Your friends watched in close silence, leaning closer to the front to get a better view.

You frantically unbuckled your seatbelt and hopped out the car, rushing to see if he was alive and breathing. The white lines of the highway flashed out more than ever and the city seemed to go silent besides the increasing volume of the ringing in your ears.

“Caiah, Reese,” You called out to your friends who were still dressed up from the party you were returning from. “Try to see if he has emergency contacts and call an ambulance!”

You pried open the door and found Michael slumped over the steering wheel with a little bit of blood starting to come from his temple. Ignoring the brightly colored and obviously bleached hair, you rummaged around in your purse to find your phone to call the paramedics. 

A few minutes later, the lights and sirens of an ambulance flashed down the highway, pulling over to where you stood with your friends, the man still unconscious.

“Miss, do you know this man?” She asked you.

“Yes, he’s a friend of mine.” You spoke slowly. Perhaps you two were more than that. He might have hooked up with you and you were somewhere along the lines of friends with benefits as of now, but with more lingering kisses and genuine touches, you felt like there was something more between you.

“Would you mind accompanying him to the hospital? We can’t find any of his contacts.” She questioned.

“Of course.” You nodded quickly.

The woman went back to the car to help load him into the ambulance, so you walked over to where your two friends were standing.

“Hey, you all can go home. I’m going to spend the night at the hospital with Michael. Can you pick me up in the morning?”

“Sure.” Reese offered.

“You sure you don’t want us to come with you?” Caiah offered support.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine guys.” You reassured before saying a quick goodbye and getting into the ambulance.

The next hours fell into a blur. Things moved quickly, but also seemed as if they were cast in slow motion. Flashes of him sitting on the all white bed with several IV’s in him and doctors and nurses soothing and comforting you filled your mind before you fell asleep. 

And you dreamt of being warm and comfortable in his arms. Not worrying about him having to leave or unrequited feelings; just the two of you. So when you woke up, and heard nothing new from the doctor, all you could do was hold back a few tears and whisper:

“Baby, come home.”

[cliffordsho]

Ruke lmao

same 

ruke is coming friend be ready

[cliffordsho]

luke imagine - library book (2)

requested: yupp! requested by anon. part one is here

what goes down: that mysterious boy who you called gets back to you

writer: ally 

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You continued to read while your friend blasted some music through her headphones. You could hear the rocky guitars and drum beats even though she was sat across the table. 

"Your phone just buzzed." She pointed at the device sat next to you. You picked it up and saw a notification from the book number. Pleasantly surprised, you saw a bit of a lengthy message, so you sighed and began to read.

I'm so sorry about the trouble! My friend, Michael, (who can be a total pain) decided to put my number in a random book because, and I quote, "Pick up all the ladies". I didn't think he'd actually do it. Again, I'm sorry, and enjoy your book I guess :-) 

You finished reading and smiled to yourself. It seemed like something your friend would do. She looked at you warily across the table, itching to know what was happening, but you brushed it off and decided to respond. 

You're fine! That actually sounds like something my friend would do. I'll try to enjoy the book (even if that means another guy's number). And, sorry, I never quite caught your name. I should probably put your contact down as something other than book boy lol

You went back to reading, but not before you saw your friend throw her hands up in the air. You bit back a small smirk and gave her an innocent look.

"What?" You teased.

"Oh!" She began. "So I dare you to call up a number, you find out it's some guy, you talk to him, and then refuse to tell me anything?! Yup, I'm just fine, (Y/N). I'll just sit here with my lack of knowledge.”

"Calm down, (Y/BF/N). I don't even know his name yet." You sighed, giving up on reading and placing your book back in your bag.

As if he had somehow magically heard the conversation, you phone buzzed again, signaling another message from the book boy. You held up a finger and opened up your phone. 

My name's Luke. And I didn't quite catch your name either.

"His name's Luke." You told her, putting your friend somewhat at ease.

"Luke. That's nice."

[cliffordsho]

Will you make a part 2 to library book?

yes ahhh i’m so sorry i’ve been late about everything! i’ll post it in a minute!

[cliffordsho]

requests!!

Heya everyone!! Ally and I are looking for some requests and would love it if y’all sent some in for us!!

we love youuu

-Caiah

[cliffordsho]

can we talk about swimmer ash? yeah. so he'd take it so so seriously and he'd be putting in lots of hours after classes and everything, and as his s/o, you would always come in and wait in the stands while he was wrapping up. but somehow, every single time you saw his dripping wet abs and his trunks clinging onto him, the same overwhelming feeling of attraction ran over you. and you'd toss him a towel and watch him rinse off and put his clothes back on and head back to the car with him but that same routine that you a had kept up in all your time dating stayed the same, and you were glad too because somehow, those few simple steps never seemed to grow old when you were with him.

[cliffordsho]

song preference - fourth of july

writer: ally

requested: yes, by anon! ashton one here!

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Calum: i’m sorry every song’s about you / the torture of small talk with someone you used to love

Two months ago, you were in a relationship. Two months ago, you were happy and loving every second of being with somebody you loved. Two months ago, you thought you’d be with him forever.

And then reality hit you. Sometimes the love you thought was there blinded you from what was really in front of you. Sure, you and Calum were happy for some of that time, but as your interests developed and changed, the two of you decided that it was time to separate. It was mostly mutual, but some nights you still found yourself lying in bed, regretting the things you did.

Tonight was one of those nights. You sat on your bed, wearing that shirt from him that he never bothered to take back and eating your feelings. It sounded like a good idea for a Saturday night for you, but when your friend found you four layers deep in a blanket burrito, they decided you needed an intervention.

"(Y/N)! Come to the concert with me! It’ll be fun!" Your friend begged. 

"And by concert, you mean a band that’s playing a gig at a bar." You rolled your eyes. 

"It’s a spacey bar." She muttered. "But I don’t wanna go alone! And you look like you need some fresh air." 

"So sitting in a pub is fresh air now." 

"Go get dressed." (Y/BF/N) gave up. 

You reluctantly got yourself out of bed, pulling on a more acceptable pair of pants and fixing up your hair. After applying a quick layer of makeup, your friend dragged you out the door, proclaiming you late.

Once you got there, you found that the place was actually pretty crowded. The band was already in the middle of the set, but when the verse changed and the bassist started singing, your heart sped up and eyes widened. It sounded too much like Calum’s voice, which you knew from several nights of being sung to sleep. 

You grabbed your friend’s hand and tried to push your way up to the front, attempting to get a better view. The solo progressed as you got closer, and finally you reached the third row, where you were able to see him. 

"And the shirt that I had that you always borrowed, when I woke it was gone, there was no tomorrow." He finished singing.

You looked down at the shirt you hadn’t bothered to change and back up to him, making brief eye contact with him. His warm brown eyes locked with yours and then widened before he looked back down at the bass. 

The rest of the show was quite uncomfortable. The songs performed were incredible, but it was surprising to learn that some of these words were written about you. 

Once it was over, you wanted to rush out of there as soon as possible, but your friend wanted to talk to one of the guitarists. You sat awkwardly on your phone when the last person you wanted to see walked up to you. 

"Hey (Y/N)." Calum nodded towards you, a small smile on his face. 

"Oh, hey Calum. Nice job tonight." You complimented. 

"Thanks, I didn’t expect you to be here." He spoke honestly. 

"To be honest, I didn’t expect you either." You shrugged. 

"You didn’t see our names on the lineup?" 

"I actually didn’t see the lineup at all. My friend took me here sort of spontaneously." 

"Girls night out?" 

"Yeah, I guess you could call it that." Your lips drew into a tight smile. 

You could see (Y/BF/N) walking back your way and couldn’t help but rejoice silently. The torturous small talk wasn’t doing anything for you except remind you of what you missed.  

"Oh, that’s probably your friend. Nice to see you again." He nodded off. 

"To you as well." You got off the stool and gave him a hug and a wave before leaving.

“Coffee sometime?” He asked as you were walking out. You thought for a moment before realizing there wasn’t anything to lose.

“Sure.” You agreed, and couldn’t help but notice that his smile was almost as wide as it was when he was up on that stage.

[cliffordsho]

Can you do a Calum one for the Fourth of July? THX 👍

yes of course! it’ll be up sometime today!