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part iv: non-refundable || calum hood
word count: 2.9k+
warnings: swearing, alcohol and some violence
a/n: god i have missed writing, so sorry for the sudden disappearance. hopefully this juicy chapter makes up for it! xo
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Y/N wakes up peacefully, with a strong and warm embrace around her. Unfortunately, the sense of quietude wears off almost immediately after waking up, realizing that she’s bare-bodied and practically is Calum, the only thing covering him is his unbuttoned white dress shirt and their comforter.
Her eyes widen at the sudden memory of last night’s events, walking into the club and having one (or six) too many drinks, then pulling Calum over to the dance floor, surrounded by sweaty bodies all under the influence of alcohol, as they were too. Her memory is slightly hazy, but she remembers it all, and oh fuck.
She remembers the way the two of them stumbled into their hotel room, unable to keep their hands off of each other the second their door closed. She remembers the way her back arched underneath him, his fingers, mouth, and dick hitting her in all the right spots. She remembers how fucking loud they were, as she sat on top of him and rode him like there was no tomorrow, his head thrown back, groaning and reaching for every inch of her body that he could touch.
Then, she remembers that they aren’t together and they had sex.
Y/N wiggles out of Calum’s grasp, successfully not waking him up. Her unclothed body makes its way to the bathroom, grabbing a fresh set of pajamas from her suitcase on the way there. She changes, looks at herself in the bathroom mirror, and at the sight of her tired, hungover face, she begins to cry.
She almost feels embarrassed. She feels shame, regret, and she’s awfully angry with herself. Angry that she didn’t stop him. Angry that she fucking loved it. Angry that she promised herself to not make things awkward between them two, and simply breaking that promise in the span of a night.
She wipes her eyes, splashes herself with water, and then whispers to herself, “You are not gonna let this one stupid night fuck everything up. You act normal, and he will too. Do not sell this trip.” And with that, she walks out of the washroom and begins to fake her personality for the whole day.
Calum doesn’t wake up for another hour, waking up to a cold right side of the bed. His eyes shift towards the lone chair, taking a quick look at a wide awake Y/N casually watching TV. Before she can notice that he’s awake, he takes a quick look what he’s wearing – or the lack thereof. He doesn’t even have time to react, jumping out of bed immediately and walking towards the bathroom, just like how Y/N did beforehand.
“Morning, Cal.” She simply says, not taking her eyes off of the television screen with no response in return, and only hearing a simple bathroom door shut. “What the fuck,” She whispers to herself, before shrugging it off and continuing to watch her show.
Calum’s in the washroom mentally beating himself up, on the verge of physically doing so too. He shoots Ashton a quick text, letting him know that he will be receiving a phone call later today, because he fucked up. He genuinely needs to calm down, and attempts to resolve his issue by taking a nice, long, shower. It doesn’t work.
Walking into the centre of the hotel room in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, he notices that Y/N is now back on the bed, casually scrolling on her phone. “Showered before me today, didn’t wanna deal with the wait time today, huh?” She asks him. “Yeah, something like that,” He mutters, taking his clothes out of his luggage for the day and walking back into the bathroom.
Y/N sighs, throwing her head back at his sudden change of mood. She’s dealt with it before, a countless amount of times, but after some time away from him, she’s obviously slightly rusty at doing so. She asks herself, why is he upset? Does he regret it? Is he mad that it happened? Did he not like it, at all?
Calum’s asking himself the same damn things in the washroom. How is she acting so fucking normal? Is that how much she doesn’t want me anymore? Did she not like it, at all?
Once Calum’s fully changed, Ashton responds to his text with a simple. Sounds good. Ready when you are. And with that, Calum makes a beeline from the washroom to the hotel door. “Gonna go on a walk and talk to Ashton for a bit.” Is all he says to Y/N, shutting the door behind him and leaving a confused Y/N all alone in their hotel room.
She groans in frustration, throwing her head back once again and reaching for her phone to call Gabriella, knowing it’s not too late in Los Angeles and praying that she’s not busy. And to Y/N’s luck, Gab picks up on the second ring. “Hey, Y/N! What’s up, how’s Japan been treating ya?”
“Japan’s been treating me well, but Calum hasn’t..” Y/N trails off, frowning as she recalls the last few moments she had spent with him. “Oh no, is he being a dick? What happened?” Gabriella asks the girl on the other line, practically hearing her sadness through the phone. “It was so good, Gab. We’ve been perfectly fine for the most part. But last night, we went to the club. We got too drunk…” “Oh no. Y/N, don’t tell me.” Gabriella responds, Y/N hearing the disappointment laced in her voice. She stays silent, earning a groan from Gabriella. “Oh God, then what? How is it now?”
“He’s said like, less than ten words to me! He left to go on a walk and talk to Ash or something. What the fuck do I do? We’re here for like, a week still! We can’t just fucking ignore each other the rest of the trip! Fuck Gab, I promised myself that I wouldn’t make this whole vacay awkward and that’s the one thing I did.”
Gab can hear the distress and upset in Y/N’s voice, wishing so hard she could be there and embrace her in the biggest hug and tell her that it’s gonna be okay. “Hey Y/N, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. This wasn’t your fault either. It was your guys’ drunken mistake. Just give him some space for a little bit, and then try talking to him again, everything’ll be okay, okay Y/N? Don’t beat yourself up over this.”
Gabriella’s words have always been more than comforting for Y/N, much like how Calum’s are as well. But this time, for the first time in what feels like a long time, Y/N’s doubting her – and Y/N rarely ever doubts Gab.
Half of her is thinking to herself, maybe he just needs some time to cool off. It’s not an easy situation to reflect on, being exes halfway across the country and spending pretty much all their time together, resulting in a drunk sex by the end of the night. But the other half of her is panicking; she’s driving herself insane at the thought of what could happen the moment he comes back. Will he book a flight early and leave me alone here? Will he act completely normal? Is he going to act like he hates me now?
She decides to go with her heart and trust Gab, just like how she always has. “Yeah… you’re right Gab. I’m gonna just take some time to myself, maybe take a nap, go for a walk, maybe sleep, I don’t know. I’ll talk to you later though, alright? I’ll update you on everything.”
“Okay Y/N, take care. Don’t fret too much, just take some time to cool down and enjoy your alone time there. It’ll feel really refreshing having your own space away from him, and if you need anything, just text me, okay?” Gabriella assures Y/N through the phone, sensing her immense stress despite the thousands of miles between them.
“Love you, Gab. I’ll text you later.” And the line goes dead. Y/N ponders on Gabriella’s words, feeling some sense of comfort alone. She gets comfy in the big bed fit for two, pulls the covers up to her chin and lets sleep take over her. She needs it anyways, she doesn’t need to get lost in her own thoughts right now.
After a longer nap than expected, she wakes up to a pretty sunset peeking through the balcony window, along with a lone Calum leaning against it, taking photos of the pretty view. Y/N stretches, still engulfed in the covers for a little bit, before making her way towards the balcony.
Leaning against the railing and facing the tall man beside her, he takes a hit of the cigarette he’s holding, speaking up. “Nice nap?” He asks, Y/N nodding in response. “Very nice.” She replies as he holds out his cigarette for her, obliging and leaning in to inhale. “What about you? How was your conversation with Ashton?”
Y/N feels like she’s overstepping with that question, but that’s really not her intention. Calum was clearly distraught (for reasons she’s too afraid to speak up about), and needed to talk to his closest friend. Putting aside the whole having sex thing, she just wanted to make sure that he’s feeling better.
“Oh, oh yeah. Just caught up with Ash for a little bit, asked him how Duke was doing and was just telling him that I was a little bit homesick. He told me he was feeling a little lonely too with everybody being gone, so I kept him company.” Calum replies, taking a seat on one of the little chairs placed on the balcony.
Okay, that was a lie. What really happened was that Calum desperately shot Ashton a text needing to tell him what happened and what he should do, resulting in Ashton calling him a fat idiot and just persuading Calum to tell Y/N how he feels.
Ashton still showed Calum Duke though, so it wasn’t entirely a lie, right?
Y/N simply nods in response, sitting in the empty chair across from Calum, silence filling the air as she watches him put out his cig.
Someone’s bound to bring last night’s events up, right?
Calum’s silently begging Y/N to be the one to do it, but Y/N’s silently begging Calum to do the same thing.
“Hey Calum,” She begins, getting a sudden urge of confidence as she looks up at him. His head turns to look at her, asking “Yeah?” as his dark brown eyes engulf hers.
Yup. And the confidence is gone.
“We should go to the club again.” She blurts out, getting up from her chair and walking back into the hotel room, mentally facepalming herself.
He follows her inside, a little confused at the sudden outburst, but he isn’t opposed to the idea. “Yeah, sure. When do you want to go?”
“Um, let me get ready and we’ll head over there afterwards.” Y/N tells him, him nodding and getting comfy on the king-sized bed for the time being.
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More alcohol, more loud music, more clouded thoughts. And it’s so awkward, as they sit beside each other in silence as they take sips from their drinks. Y/N isn’t too sure why she even suggested going here in the first place – why couldn’t she have thought of something else to avoid asking him about the sex?
“I um, I’m gonna go onto the dance floor if you wanna come join me.” She tells him, sliding out of the bar chair and walking towards the crowded space. “I’ll catch up with you later.” He responds, before nodding her off and turning back to the bar. The bartender walks towards him, asking if he needs anything else.
“You got anything that’ll help me forget that I’m on a vacation with my ex-girlfriend and that I fucked her last night after getting too drunk here?” Calum asks the bartender, who steps back in shock in response to his question.
“Damn, coming right up..” He trails off. “You okay? How do you even end up in that position?”
The alcohol is filling Calum right up, and right now, he’s fine with spilling his heart out to some random stranger in Japan. He probably won’t ever see this guy again, right?
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“And I still love her dude, that’s the problem. Right after we had sex, she pretended like everything was fucking fine and dandy? Don’t girls act like that because they don’t care anymore?” Calum’s been running his mouth ever since she left his side, totally forgetting that she’s somewhere in this club.
“Dude, you might wanna turn around and look at her.” The bartender tells him in response, Calum spinning his chair towards the dance floor, his eyes immediately darting towards Y/N, and some random guy… who she’s borderline grinding on as he holds onto her hips, biting his bottom lip as she dances with him. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Calum storms up from the bar, angrily rushing over to the pair on the dance floor.
“Hey man, wait!” The bartender tries to get him to come back to avoid getting himself into trouble. But the moment Calum’s fist collides with the guy’s cheek, the bartender sighs and throws his face in his hands.
“Calum, what the fuck?!” Y/N exclaims, pushing him out of her way and assisting the random up, rubbing his face, which is now swelled up and forming some purple. Two security guards make their way towards Calum, grabbing onto his arms before dragging him outside of the bar.
Y/N quickly apologizes to the man she was dancing with, before running out of the bar to catch up with Calum, ignoring the hundreds of eyes following her.
As Calum gets thrown onto the sidewalk by the two security guards, Y/N finds him getting up from the sidewalk and rushes towards him. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” She yells, getting in front of him to stop him from walking. “What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N?!?” He responds, lightly shoving her aside to continue walking back to the hotel.
“Calum, stop!” She makes an attempt to talk to him, getting nothing but silence as they enter their hotel room.
“This is supposed to be a trip so we could run away from reality for a little bit. Why are you starting fights with somebody you don’t even know, when he did nothing to you?! That’s not you, Cal. What happened to you?”
Y/N is frustrated. She’s frustrated and upset and Calum’s lack of words are fueling her fire. She had constantly dealt with this throughout the duration of their relationship, and now she has to deal with it as his ex-girlfriend. And she’s so, so tired of it.
“Oh, now you’re gonna stay quiet?!” She can’t help but raise her voice at the man sitting at the edge of their shared bed, head down, clenching his fists. “Calum, I have constantly handled this shit as best as I can the four years we were together. But I can’t take it anymore – you need to start using your fucking voice and talk to me when I ask you to. We have been perfectly fine the past week we’ve been here, but out of nowhere you start to resent me and I’ve done nothing wrong. So tell me Calum, what the fuck have I done? What did I do?”
“What the fuck do I do when the woman I’m still in love with is having the time of her life, dancing and meeting new guys she doesn’t even know, right after we have sex, while I’m doing everything in my power to get her back?! Huh Y/N? Answer that question for me.” Calum angrily spits, looking up at her with dark eyes. “W-what-”
“If you can’t answer that question, let me talk.” He cuts Y/N off. “You asked me to talk to you, now here it is.
I have regretted letting you walk out that door the second you left. I have thought about you every minute of every damn day and it fucking kills me. You know that pink hoodie you left at my place? I keep it next to me on your spot on the bed because now, that’s the closest thing I have to holding you at night. I can’t even take it off the damn bed because Duke can’t fall asleep without it there anymore.
I still fucking love you, Y/N. Haven’t you seen that this whole time? I love you so damn much to the point where I have to go into my camera roll and look at photos of us, and tell the beautiful girl smiling in it that I love her, because the thought of not saying it to you every night drives me insane. I love you so damn much where I can’t even look at another woman because all I can fucking think about is how she’s not you. I love you so much that – you know what Y/N? Part of me didn’t even want to find a way out of this damn trip ‘cause spending time with you means more than anything in this entire fucking world to me. Now you’re here, looking as beautiful as ever and I catch myself missing you when you’re right there, and I don’t know what to do.
So there it is, Y/N. That’s why I didn’t hesitate to beat that guys’ ass at the club. Because I still. Love. You.”
“God, I need a fucking cig.” He says, grabbing the lone pack on the nightstand table, along with his keys. “ Don't wait up. I’ll be back later.”
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Harry Styles | As It Was
Angst fics can help people come to terms with their own grief, begin healing, or give people that good cry that they need.
Smut fics can help people affirm and accept their sexuality. It can help them explore their sexuality in a safe way. They can also just be fun, and having fun is a drastically undervalued way to improve your mental health.
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Fluff fics can give people rest and respite and comfort. It can give them hope that soft places exist and that maybe there is one out there for them. It can bring up their mood, which, if they have depression, can be a life saver.
And every fic people write makes someone feel less alone.
Point being, just because a particular thing doesn’t serve you, doesn’t mean it lacks value.
This is not to say that we have to consume all fic uncritically. Of course not. It is just to say that entire “genres” aren’t trash or lacking value just because they don’t serve you.
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Let Me Inside
Summary: Y/N tries to hide how broken she is from Harry.
Word count: 2,259
Pairing: Harry Styles x Y/N, Harry Styles x Reader
Warnings: Anxiety, crying, low mental health, angst, mentions of getting triggered.
A/N: this is literally just me projecting LMFOAJSLS SORRY🤷♀️😭i mean honestly i dont 100% identify with y/n in this case but i did draw some of the aspects from myself bcus i wrote this when i was super sad and super anxious. sorry im shit at endings but hope u enjoy! proofread for the most part
She was sure to light up any room she walked into, always flashing that smile that everyone loved. The one that made people wonder how her cheeks didn’t hurt from grinning so widely, and laughing that laugh that no one ever got tired of hearing. She’d spend her days dishing out compliments, hugs, and stupid jokes, anything to make people smile. And just her presence alone could transform the atmosphere into a happier and more vibrant one. That’s why he’d fallen in love with her. Finding it fascinating how she was the sweetest, most kindest person he’d ever met.
Even in difficult situations, she remained positive, always everyone’s shoulder to cry on and she believed that everyone just assumed that that’s just how she was all the time. How could they ever think that she’d often go home and cry herself to sleep, or have panic attacks she couldn’t control, no matter how hard she tried? Surely, they’d be shocked and think differently of her, so she hid everything. The dark circles under her eyes, and the pout on her lips that would remain on her face for hours on end, but it’d gotten more difficult to do once she’d moved in with him.
Mental breakdowns were saved for showers, running mascara was wiped before he got home, and damp, blotchy skin was concealed by makeup.
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While sitting in the car, you watch out the window. Folks buzz around you–some folks looking content, strolling about their day. Others are flitting around, a bit of crease in their forehead. And you feel for them. You know those days where there’s just not enough hours in the day to get it all done. Or it’s when one thing sets off a spiral of all terrible things. Or when you just don’t wake up on the right side of the bed. You know that crease all too well because currently you were having a bad sleeping week.
You were getting tired when you were supposed to but the second you put your head on the pillow your brain was hot wired–keeping you up with all the things you needed to do, hadn’t done, all the appointments you had kept pushing off. It was finding the littlest things to find that anxiety and keep you staring up at the ceiling. Calum noticed the tossing and turning and tried his best to lull you to sleep this week, fixing you tea in the evening, getting you off your phone or laptop a couple hours before bed. He even started reading to you, but your ears picked up on the white noise of everything in the house. Your brain picked up the embarrassing memory that you hadn’t even considered in decades and now holding it in front of your mind’s eye for hours on end during the week.
Like right now, you should’ve been at home sleeping. Your work was giving you a long weekend and you really could’ve used the time to catch some extra Z’s, but you were, admittedly, a little scared to stay home. Sure maybe you did fall asleep cuddled up next to Duke. But you worried that you’d stay up, worry yourself sick some more so when Calum told you he had some errands to run you immediately tagged along. The time running around would hopefully tire you out enough that when you got home you could actually fall asleep.
So after Calum’s personal training session in the morning, which you sort of tagged along for, but mostly went through your own routine and getting a solid breakfast, you two were now buzzing around from store to store. Calum had gotten most of the grocery the other day, but he forgot a couple things so your first objective was to grab those and bring them back up. He then had to go to the post office to mail out his mother’s birthday cards and a few other things.
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Reblog to have something good happen at 1:42 tomorrow
I saw this before I left work last night and had a quiet hope, and today I checked my phone at about quarter to two, while I was still on my lunch break, and I’ve just got a job interview with the BBC next week
I’m not a big believer in anything much but I’m so happy holy shit. So like unrelated note but something real good happened to me at 1.42 today lol
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prompt #13 - calum hood
prompt - “shut up, lie down and tell me where you keep the tylenol.”
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It was already one o’clock and Maggie hadn’t gotten out of bed. She’d barely even shifted since she woke up a few hours ago because every time she did, aches and pains tore all through her body and her head pounded with such immense force, she felt as if she were going to pass out.
Her room was a disaster. Several boxes of tissues lay scattered across various surfaces, used tissues littered the bed and floor, half of her bedding lay abandoned at the foot of her bed, bowls of half eaten soup left on the nightstand. Maggie was miserable.
Maggie’s roommate, Carly, had been taking care of her up until yesterday when she had to leave to visit her parents in Southern California. Maggie promised Carly that she was fine, and insisted that she go. Maggie hated being a burden and she loathed being taken care of. Carly left hesitantly and told Maggie to call someone if she needed anything at all. Maggie waved her off, reassuring Carly over and over again that she would be alright.
Maggie groaned as she attempted to lift her body out of bed, every muscle and bone screaming at her to recline back to her sedentary position in the pig sty, but she refused. Maggie would feel like a useless lump no longer.
Her feet finally made contact with the cool floor and it felt nice. She ignored the thumping behind her eyes and the dull soreness in her throat as she pushed herself from the plushy bed.
She almost collapsed onto the ground after a wave of nausea hit her like a semi, but managed to stay standing. Maggie collected her dirty dishes from yesterday, slowly making her way down the stairs to the kitchen, pausing halfway to catch her breath.
Once her dishes were safely in the sink, Maggie huffed out an aggravated breath. Being sick was her worst nightmare. She hated being babied, she hated feeling useless and she hated feeling like a prisoner in her own body. She’d never felt this sick in her life, and though the doctors said it should pass within a few days, she still felt like she was dying.
She was pulled from her little pity party by the vibration of her phone in the pocket of her sweatpants. With an annoyed sigh, she tugged it out to read the caller ID. Carly Bell.
Maggie knew the girl was making such a fuss because she cared, but Maggie disliked being cared for so it was annoying nonetheless. She just did her best to be grateful that she had such an attentive and considerate friend.
She swiped across the screen and accepted the call. She held the phone against her cheek with her shoulder as she filled herself a glass of water.
“Hey, Carly.”
“Maggie! You’re alive! You haven’t been answering my texts, I was worried.” Carly shuffled around on the other end of the line.
Maggie took a sip of the cold beverage, hoping dearly that it didn’t make her want to vomit. “I’m alright, I’m alive. I’ve been sleeping pretty much all day. Or trying to, at least.”
Carly sighed. “You poor thing. Still feeling as shitty as yesterday?”
Maggie made her way to the living room couch where she planned to watch Friends until she couldn’t stand to hear the laugh track any longer. “Pretty much, but I’m hanging in there.”
“Have you eaten anything today?” Carly asked hesitantly, most likely knowing the response she would receive.
“Carly…” Maggie sighed. “I’m an adult, I’ll eat when I get hungry.”
Carly groaned. “You need to eat some soup. It’s already the afternoon, you need fuel.”
Maggie pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and middle finger. “I really don’t want to sign myself up for more vomit. I’m alright for now, really.”
Carly hummed, sounding entirely unconvinced.
“I’m gonna watch Friends and maybe take a shower. I’ll talk to you later, love you.” Maggie grabbed the remote and queued up Netflix.
“Alright. Take care of yourself, M.”
After getting off the phone with Carly, Maggie decided a shower did sound nice so she slowly made her way upstairs to collect the necessities to do so, lugging her lifeless body to the bathroom.
She turned the knob, leaving the water colder to hopefully help her feverish body feel cooler, even if only momentarily.
Stepping out of the shower, she had to sit down in her towel to combat the spots in her vision. She tugged on a fresh pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoody, feeling a little bit better already.
The splitting headache returned as soon as she stood, but she expected as much. After brushing out her hair, she made her way back down to the living room to resume her TV show binging.
She started to shiver — maybe the cold shower was a little much — and all she wanted was to drown herself in heaps of blankets.
With the warmth of the couch and the security of her blankets, she managed to fall asleep within a few minutes, glad for the temporary unconscious relief.
Maggie awoke to a hearty, but not aggressive knock on her front door. Her vision foggy and head aching, she begrudgingly removed her blankets and pushed herself off the couch with a lot of effort. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself at the exposure of the chilly air.
Irritated at the early end to her slumber, she pulled the door open with force, only to be faced with a familiar pair of brown eyes.
At first, Maggie was confused. She hadn’t invited Calum over. Why was he here? It only took her a moment to put together that Carly had sent him, which sparked an anger in Maggie’s stomach.
“Carly sent you?” Maggie sighed.
Calum smiled. “She told me you were sick. I would’ve come anyway if I knew, but of course you wouldn’t tell me that yourself.”
Maggie groaned. “Yeah, because I don’t need your help. I’m fine. You can go, Cal.”
Maggie began to close the door on Calum but he stopped her with his foot, pushing the door open and stepping inside. “I figured you would say that, but I’m not going anywhere, Mags.”
“Cal,” Maggie whined. Calum lifted a finger and shushed Maggie, guiding her towards the couch.
“Shut up, lie down and tell me where you keep the tylenol.” He quickly slipped off his coat and shoes.
With a roll of her green eyes, Maggie pointed to the medicine cabinet in the downstairs bathroom. Calum smiled, gripping her shoulders lightly and pushing her slowly back onto the couch. He lifted her legs up so she was laying down fully on the cushions, tugging the pile of blankets back over her figure.
“I’ll grab the tylenol and make you some tea. I heard you haven’t eaten today. We’ll have to fix that.” Calum disappeared into the bathroom, shifting through bottles in the cabinet.
“I’m not hungry, Calum,” Maggie protested.
“That doesn’t matter. Your body needs food whether it wants it or not.” He came back with the small pills, placing two in the palm of her hand and grabbing the glass of water off the coffee table. He lifted it to her lips to which she protested, but eventually let him.
Calum left to start brewing some tea and returned with a steaming mug. “What’re we watching?”
Maggie accepted it gratefully, coming to terms with the fact that the boy wasn’t leaving any time soon. “I had on Friends but you can change it if you want.”
“I like Friends.” Calum sat on the couch next to the girl buried under a pile of blankets. He found her feet hidden in the bunch of fabric and pulled them up onto his lap safely.
They sat in comfortable silence, laughing every so often at something dumb Joey said or one of Chandler’s sarcastic jokes. Calum began to rub Maggie’s feet softly, unknowingly lulling her into a comfortable sleep.
He noticed she had drifted off after a joke passed and no soft giggles came from her end of the couch.
20 more minutes had passed and Calum was enjoying the episode, though the jokes weren’t the same without the beautiful sound of her laugh following shortly after.
He was pulled from the events of the episode — Phoebe had just changed her name to Princess Consuela Bananahammock — when he noticed Maggie’s small frame shivering lightly, even under the layers of blankets surrounding her.
He thought for a moment about what he could do. He and Maggie were just good friends and he didn’t want to cross any boundaries, but the more he watched her shiver in her sleep, the more he felt the need to wrap himself around her.
Calum shook his head. Don’t think. Just do. And so he stood, moving her feet back to a comfortable position on the couch, and climbed over the girl gently. He positioned himself behind her and pulled the blankets over himself. Maggie was still shivering violently so he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush into him, smelling the sweetness of her shampoo.
Within a few minutes, Maggie had stopped shivering completely. Calum smiled to himself. She wouldn’t mind if he slept for a few minutes, would she?
Maggie’s eyes fluttered open and the first thing she felt was warmth. Then she noticed something wrapped around her waist. And then the warm breath on the back of her neck.
She smiled to herself and twisted around in the man’s grip, facing him on the small couch. She blushed at the closeness but then felt herself getting wrapped up in his details. The length of his eyelashes and the fine lines and the shape of his lips.
“I can feel you staring.” He kept his eyes closed but he couldn’t hide the smirk fighting its way onto his face.
“Oops,” she said unapologetically and he laughed, finally opening his eyes. “So you wanna… explain this?” Maggie asked, gesturing between the two of them and Calum’s hand on her waist.
He blushed and ran a hand through his hair. “You were shivering so I came to the rescue. You’re welcome.”
Maggie laughed and tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. She was feeling a little better. The splitting headache was more of a heavy pounding now — still not ideal. And the nausea has dissipated some. “I’m going to get you sick.”
“Eh, it’s worth it.” Calum squeezed her waist and now it was Maggie’s turn to blush.
Calum’s hand itched to tuck the stray strand of hair in her face behind her ear and instead of fighting it, he let himself.
Maggie’s eyes followed his hand. She debated in her head what she really had to lose. So when Calum’s hand began to pull away from her face, she grabbed it, holding it against her cheek.
He smiled, a little surprised at the bold gesture. His fingers traced her jaw and down her neck. “I’d definitely get sick if I kissed you, huh?”
Maggie smiled shyly. “Definitely.”
Calum blinked and turned away from Maggie. “Yeah, you’re right.”
Maggie scoffed in playful offense and began to roll away from Calum and he laughed, grabbing her wrist and tugging her back into him. His hand found its way to the small of her back, pulling her impossibly closer.
Calum looked into Maggie’s eyes and then down to her lips. “If I get sick, will you promise to take care of me?”
Maggie smiled softly. “It would be my honor.”
Calum leaned in, brushing his nose against Maggie’s gently. “Then it’s totally worth it.” His lips found Maggie’s, pressing them against her’s softly, his fingers running through her hair.
Maggie started to think that maybe being sick wasn’t so bad after all.
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