At 26, life is mundane. But there was once a time that you were young, wild, and very free. Before you moved to San Francisco, got a job in photography, bought your own house, or met your fiancé Tom; you were a crazy girl living in LA.
Back then you were very familiar with a band called 5 second or summer. Most of all, familiar with Luke Robert Hemmings. It all seems very distant now, but it was once your reality. Taking pictures of them at their concerts, being incorporated into lyrics, sneaking around with Luke. But that all ended when the two of you broke up. It was very messy, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about it sometimes. You’ll never forget the day, January 1st of 2018 at 2:00 am. After all, it wasn’t really that long ago.
The two of you had had gone to a new year’s party the night before, one of those parties that’s crawling with industry plants. The band was trying to lay groundwork for their new album after a break, so you thought it was a great idea to do some networking. You didn’t think it was a great idea anymore, however, when Luke got blackout drunk and punched a guy square in the face for talking to you. Usually that would end in an argument and eventually kissing and making up, but his alcohol consumption had been a constant topic recently, and that was your last straw. Your new year started with no midnight kiss and no boyfriend. Sometimes you wish you had stuck it out long and been there for him, but you couldn’t take it. You had problems of your own and didn’t have time to parent your partner.
But that didn’t matter now, because this was a new day that you would never forget. June 15th of 2022, your wedding day. It started in an hour, and your anxiety caused you to be ready entirely too early, so you decided to take this time to pace around the venue. But as you walk around, your mind wonders. Of course you questioned whether you made the right decision saying yes, it’s a bit hard to settle down after dating a pop star for 3 years. But Tom was a good guy, an amazing guy. He made you happy, and things were much calmer than they were with Luke. But that was the problem. Was it too Calm? You had contemplated breaking up with him a while ago, but then impulsively said yes when he surprised you with a proposal. Amazing timing.
You take a deep breath, trying to get your shit together and suck it up before it was time to get married. The air gets stuck in your throat when you see the root of your problems in front of you. Like a savior, a very bad a wrong savior, none other but Luke is standing infront of you in a suite and tie. “I-“ Before you can process anything happening, he says the words. The three little words you couldn’t help but hope you’d hear in his stupid Australian accent. “Don’t marry him.”
You’re frozen in place, shocked as he tells you you look more beautiful than he could’ve ever imagined. You never thought you’d see him again outside of magazines and twitter posts, but here he is. Crashing your wedding, of all things. “How did you even know?” You finally get out, eyes wide. But there’s a twinkle inside them. “Your instagram’s public. And I’m crazy, remember?” He jokes. You look at him in awe for a few more moments, admiring the way he’s aged like wine, before shaking yourself out of the trance. “You had years, 4 years. And you show up on my wedding day? This is crazy Luke! The last time we talked you punched a guy in the face.”
He knows it’s crazy, you can see it on his face. But you can also see the hope in his eyes. Like he knows you’ll come with him no matter. And that bothers you, because it’s true. “I was jealous.” He jokes pathetically. But after a few moments he gets serious, like he suddenly realizes the weight of the situation. “I know, I know it’s crazy! But so is this!” He speaks with urgency, pulling at the wedding dress on your body. “I’ve changed, I’m sober now. I can treat you right. You’re 25 Y/N! And you’re getting married to…some guy? If you must get married, let it be me.”
You swear you’re about to faint as you watch him kneel in front of you, looking up at you like a puppy. “Please get up.” You beg, sighing as he shakes his head no and grabs onto the sides of your dress. “I love you. I never stopped loving you. Run away with me. Please.” He pleads, the end coming out so quietly you think it was an inside thought. And then he pulls it out of his pocket, a beautiful ring. It is indeed bigger than the one currently on your finger, by quite a bit.
You slap your hands over your mouth, in utter disbelief. “Oh my god. Oh my god this is so bad.” Your words come out in a panicked whisper as you freak out. Running away from your wedding is unforgivable, but it feels so right. “You mean it?” You ask slowly, your face painted with nerves. He nods at the speed of light, holding up the ring with a smile. You take a deep breath, looking down at the one already on your finger. You slide it off, tossing it into the distance. “Okay.” One hand holds your thumbnail between your teeth and the other drops to Luke. He slides the ring onto your finger before standing to his feet and picking you up, spinning you around. His embrace is enough to make you cry, something you’d forgotten how much you loved.
He grabs hold of your hand and the two of you run away, holding your heels for you as you jog through a field. In this moment, adrenaline pumping through your veins and love pumping through your heart, you’ve never felt happier. You’re young again, and wild and free. And you’re with Luke. Deep down, you’d always known this is how it was meant to be. Your future seemed bland without him in it, because he was the light of your life. And you were his. “This is literally crazy!” You shout with a laugh, running so fast your feet can’t keep up. “Slow down, we’re far enough now! Are you that excited to get away?” He teases from behind you. You slow to a stop, turning around with a smile.
The two of you catch your breath for a moment before erupting into laughter. “Where will I stay!” “In my bed, of course.” He answers in a heartbeat. “What about my things?!” There’s no room for any real worry through all the giggles. “I’ll buy you new things.” He whispers, stepping closer. The distance between you closes as he tosses your shoes away and wraps his arms around your waist. You grab his face and kiss him, the feeling making your whole body erupt into flames. “Let’s elope.” You whisper against his lips, matching his crazy. “We can go to city hall. Are you free tomorrow?” You can feel his smile. “Of course. You cant crash a wedding if you have work in the morning.”
So you do. The next day you go to city hall and get married, and you don’t tell anyone. Who is there to tell anyway? It’s you and Luke against the world. And it’s like you never missed a beat, the four years you were apart just fueling late night story telling.
•Your boyfriend Calum Hood and his bandmate Luke Hemmings drag you into a love triangle you never asked for, pushing and pulling you between the two when you know it’s wrong. And their favorite activity is sneaking through your window.•
“Holy shit.” Luke’s face burns red, faltering in the doorway before spinning around and facing his back to us. “I didn’t know she was still here.” I stretch my foot to the end of the bed, hooking my shirt between my toes and pulling it closer. I put it on as fast as possible, almost hitting Calum in the face with my elbow. “You can turn around now, Jesus." Calum mumbles, pulling a pillow into his lap. Luke turns around slowly, like he’s scared we got completely naked while he was looking the other way. His eyes avoid mine and linger in the space around me before locking onto the foot of the bed. The three of us sit in silence for a moment, flustered for our own reasons. “Nevermind.” Luke blurts out, turning around and leaving. Before he shuts the door he looks at me, face red. “Sorry.”
When the door closes I lay back, huffing as my back hits the bed. We sit in silence for a moment before the room erupts into giggles. “Did that ruin the mood?” Calum jokes, pulling my back to his lap by my waist. “Only a little.”
When I get home I open the door slowly, relieved to see my mom asleep on the couch once again. I go straight to my room and throw off my shoes, calling up Kylee. I tell her about Calum bringing me to meet his bandmates, about the cute one, Luke, and about him walking in on us. “You’re actually kidding me!” I giggle through the phone, rolling onto my stomach. I’m engrossed in our gossip, like always. “Nope. Practically naked and I know he saw it all. I could tell by how he was blushing.” There’s a brief silence on the other side of the phone. “…So did he join you guys or what?” “Kylee!” I shout at her. The rest of the night is spent on the phone with her, chatting about this and that.
For the next three months, things go similarly to that night. Calum brings me around his house more and more and I get closer to the guys. Next to Kylee, Ashton is practically my best friend now. Some days I come over to play video games with him and Michael, Calum complaining that their hogging his girlfriend. Me and Luke get past the awkward stage, actually becoming quite close. But there’s still an undertone to our friendship, and it’s hard to ignore.
Today the guys were all out doing who knows what, so Calum invited me over. A booty call, if you will. After we had sex he said he needed to go pick up something from the store, said it was a suprise, and left.
I walk down the stairs in one of his shirts and my underwear, not caring to put on any pants. My heart is set on the kitchen, absolutely starving from all the cardio. As my feet touch the cold tiles I hear the door openinging. “Well that was quick.” I don’t look up, waiting for Calum to come inside. But instead I’m met with silence. “Hello?” I call out, looking over my shoulder while I open the fridge.
Instead of seeing Calum like I expected, I see Luke standing in the doorway. His eyes linger on the shirt draping over my body, looking at it like it hurt his dog or something. “Oh, Luke.” He walks in and closes the door, looking away from me. “Why are you not wearing pants?” I look down, realizing that I indeed don’t have on pants. “Oh sorry, nobody was home.” I turn back around, reaching for a container of raspberries in the fridge. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.” I turn back around, seeing pink creep up his face.
“I’m still sorry about that night.” He laughs, walking over to the kitchen. He comes over to the fridge, stealing a raspberry. “Hey my raspberry, apology not accepted.” He scoffs at that, looking down at me. “Who bought the raspberries? Who’s house is this?” I roll my eyes, knowing he’s right. “Well I picked them out from the fridge.” His smile softens, looking all soft and sweet. It’s moments like this that make me feel like the first night we met.
“Don’t look at me like that.” I shake my head, wiping the smile off my face and clearing my throat. I shouldn’t have said that. His smile gets bigger, but it stays soft. “Like what?” My eyes drift back up to his. Like all cute. Like I’m not dating one of your best friends. Like you’re in love with me. I know you are. “I don’t know.” I mumble, chewing my bottom lip. My heart beats out of my chest, faster than it should without my boyfriend present. My boyfriend. “Luke.” I sigh, coming back to my senses. “What? I didn’t do anything!” I groan, turning away and rolling my eyesz. “Yes you did.”
I feel his mood shift behind me as I put the fruit up. “What did I do?” He asks softly, stepping closer. I shut the fridge and turn to face him, looking up into his blue eyes. “You…” I can’t find the words, faltering under his gaze. We just stare at each other for a moment, and his hand comes up to my shirt sleeve, tugging on it. “I hate this, on you.” I pause and narrow my eyebrows. “The shirt?” I ask, taken aback by his sudden insult. What the hell was that for? He pauses, choosing his words carefully. “Calum’s shirt.” He clarifies.
“I-“ My cheeks heat up at his words. That was really, forward.
Before I can ask him what that’s supposed to mean, the front door opens. Luke jumps away and I clear my throat. “Hey babe.” Calum walks in bearing a smile, making my heart twist with guilt. We did nothing wrong in particular, but the feeling in my stomach is enough proof that we were doing anything right either. “Suprise!” He beams, holding up a bag with a tub of cookies and cream ice cream inside. My favorite. “Thank you baby.” My smile is genuine, and I forget about the boy standing next to me.
I walk over to Calum and just like that Luke is gone. “Luke do you want-“
I turn around and see his absence. It’s a shame, cookies and cream is his favorite too.
•Your boyfriend Calum Hood and his bandmate Luke Hemmings drag you into a love triangle you never asked for, pushing and pulling you between the two when you know it’s wrong. And their favorite activity is sneaking through your window.•
(kinda smut in this chapter)
We start dating within a week, and my mom absolutely hates him. “Mom!” I shout, throwing my arms out as we argue in the living room. “Y/n he’s 18, he’s in a band, he dropped out of highschool, I do not like that boy! You are not going over to his house with no adult and 3 other boys! God knows it’s probably crawling with cockroaches.” I groan as she foals laundry on the couch, not bothering to look at me. It’s like she’s not even paying attention to me.
“He’s already here and he wants me to meet them, and he only dropped out because he’s really dedicated to the band. They’re gonna get rich and famous and when he spoils me you’re not getting any of it!” She rolls her eyes, looking up from the towel she’s folding. “You know what, you go! And when you get pregnant and have a wannabe rockstar boyfriend going around doing who knows what I’m not helping.” I squeal at the pregnant comment and storm over to the front door. “You hate me!” My voice cracks as I slam it, walking out to his car. I swing open the car door and get into the passenger seat. “You good?” He asks, leaning over and giving me a quick kiss. “Can we just go?”
When we pull into the driveway he parks the car and gets out. It’s a decent house, has a second floor so it’s bigger than mine. I open the passenger door and follow him, gulping as he twists the knob. “Theyre not mean, are they?” He laughs at my question, shaking his head as he opens the door. “No babe.”
When the door creaks open my life changes forever. Three boys are spread across the living room. There’s one on the couch, his jet black spiky hair shakes as he throws down the remote, cursing at the screen after an intense round of assassins creed. Next to him sits a dirty blonde boy, elbows on his knees as he scrolls through his phone and drums a finger against the coffee table. And walking down the stairs with wet hair, an embarrassed look on his face, and nothing but a towel, is the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen. They all turn to the doorway at the sound. The mystery boy’s eyes meet mine, both our faces flushing red before he turns around and stumbles up the stairs. “You didn’t tell me she was coming over now!” The boy shouts as he runs up the stairs in search of a shirt. “I so did Luke.” Calum laughs back at him. I make a mental note of his name, lingering in the back of my mind for me to address later along with the image of him freshly showered I can’t seem to forget. But after a moment of thought I shake it away.
“This is Mary, my girlfriend.” Calum announces to the room, pushing me inside and shutting the door behind us. I raise my hand and wave at them, the nerdy aura around the black haired boy calming my nerves a bit. “Hi I’m Michael, call me Mikey. Or not, if that’s weird, sorry…’ ‘Sick boots.” His head ducks in embarrassment, social awkwardness getting the best of him. “Thanks.” I giggle, looking down at my boots and shuffling my feet. When I look back up I’m met with a pair of dimples. “Ashton, the cool one. He probably told you he’s the cool one but, I really run the place.” I can’t help but laugh at his confidence, feeling Calum roll his eyes beside me. He drags me over to the couch and I sit between him and the armrest, listening as they talk about band things and inside jokes. Just when I think I’ll die of boredom I hear a creak and my head turns, watching Luke walk downstairs (now wearing a shirt). His eyes dart to Calum beside me, who is laser focused on Micheal’s game, before flashing me a shy smile. A smile of my own spreads across my face before I can help it. I look down at my lap and bite my lip, shooing away the funny feeling in my tummy. Luke sits down in a chair across the room and I can feel his presence. My eyes stay locked on my ripped skinny jeans, refusing to make more eye contact with Luke, and wondering how long I have to sit here awkwardly. The answer is not very long, springing up when I hear my name. “Your name’s Mary, right?” I look across the room at Michael, the boys pulled out of their conversation. “Yeah.” I nod with a smile, a bit thankful he’s breaking the ice.
They all ask me questions: what’s LA like, what’s my favorite ice cream flavor, what are my goals in life. The four of them talking back and forth makes me feel like I’ve taken a trip to Australia. “I wanna be a singer.” I admit, a bit bashful at the clicheness of it. That’s what everyone in the room wants. “We can put you in a song.” Luke pipes up from across the room. His smile is so bright it makes me forget about my boyfriend sitting beside me for a moment. When our eyes lock I can feel a shift in my chest, and I know deep down that he’s gonna be a problem. I can’t help but note the way the corner of his bottom lip bends around his piercing, or how perfectly his nose curves into a point. He has a pretty nose. “Yeah I’ll write you one.” Calum chimes in, stealing back my attention. I tear my eyes away from Luke as if I wasn’t just committing his face to memory. “Thanks babe.”
An hour or two goes by and most of the boys disperse to their rooms. Calum drags me off of the couch and takes me to his own room, insisting on giving me a tour. “It’s not nearly as cool as your One Direction cave, sorry.” I roll my eyes, pushing him into the room by his shoulder. “It’s one poster!” The two of us giggle, falling onto his bed. The sun begins to set and it casts an orange glow over his skin. My skin prickles where our arms touch and I get that firework feeling again. “Calum.” I hum, turning on my side to face him. My eyes scan his facial features, following the bridge of his nose down to the curve of his lips. “Hmm?” His head turns towards me and I’m met with the stupid smile he’s always sporting. “How early is too early?” I can see him thinking, raising an eyebrow. The cogs in his head turn slowly, the year of school he missed catching up with him. “For what?” A shy smile spreads across my face and I put a hand on his chest. “You know…”
His eyes widen and he sits up immediately, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh. Oh…um.” Red spreads across my cheeks as he looks down at me. “Does it feel too early?” I shake my head at his question. It wouldn’t have felt too soon if he asked the night we met. Being around him is like an adrenaline boost. Both of us smile, and he runs his hand up my side. “And, do you like this?” The skin under his hand tingles, leaving goosebumps in its path. “I do.” I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss me. His arms are on either side of my head, holding himself up, and his legs slot between mine. “Take it off.” I whisper between kisses. My hands sneaks under his shirt, the cold touch making his breath hitch and his abs twitch. He pulls away from the kiss only to pull it off, tossing it away and connecting our lips immediately again. Every moment feels like my stomach’s going to explode, shivering as he pushes up my shirt. “Can I?” His smile still rests on his face. I nod, putting my hands over my head as he pulls it off. His hand snakes behind my back and finds the clasp of my bra, unclipping it with ease. So much ease it alarms me a little. “Fuck.” He whisper under his breath, tossing it away and staring at my chest.
I climb on top of him, making out with his hands on my chest. I get a rush of confidence and experiment a bit, grinding my hips down against his. “Fuuuck.” He whispers against my lips, his head falling back against the headboard and his hands falling down to my hips. “Just like that.” I whine at the friction and his reaction, my eyebrows knitting together. It doesn’t last longer than a minute before I fumble with the button of my jeans, unzipping them in a hurry and stilling on his lap. He opens his eyes and look at me, eyes full of sadness as I stop. I climb off of him and slide them down, awkwardly kicking them off my ankles before climbing back ontop of him. He’s pulling my lips back to his when I hear a sound behind me. The door opens and I roll off of Calum, crossing my arms over my chest. My eyes meet, of course, Luke’s. I can’t catch a break with this boy today.
•Your boyfriend Calum Hood and his bandmate Luke Hemmings drag you into a love triangle you never asked for, pushing and pulling you between the two when you know it’s wrong. And their favorite activity is sneaking through your window.•
California has always been crazy. I moved here with my mom when I was 8 following her and my dad’s divorce. She had always dreamed of becoming famous, and said that he ruined her chances. So when they split she was off to Los Angeles in a heart beat. It never really went anywhere for her, but her dreams rubbed off on me.
I’m a teenager living in LA in 2013, of course I want to be a singer. Everyone’s here for the same reason, to get famous. And that’s just what I intend to do.
As soon as school is over I make a break for it. The only thing I hate more than being at home and seeing my mom miserable was going to school and being miserable myself. On weekdays I usually lock myself in my room, reading One Direction fanfiction and blowing out the speakers in my skullcandy headphones with The 1975. But on Fridays and Saturdays, I can’t even remember the rest of my shitty week. Today is a Friday, and me and my best friend Kylee are set on sneaking into a club. You have to be 18 to get in and 21 to buy drinks, but 17 is close enough to 18. I get home and go straight to my room, throwing my bookbag on my bed and plopping down in front of my vanity.
I layer on makeup, trying to make myself look older. An hour later I sit back and look in the mirror, sighing. I look the same, just prettier. The fake ID will do most of the work anyway. I stand up and skip over to my closet, tearing out hangers and littering the floor with clothes. After deciding between the white dress with a black pattern and the other white dress with a slightly different pattern, nearly another hour later, I’m ready. Kind of. I dig through my underwear drawer, smiling as I pull out my fishnets. When I slip them on I feel 10x times sexier, like they’ll magically make me look older. I put on my cropped leather jacket and lace my black combat boots. I almost leave without my signature piece, reaching over to my nightstand and grabbing my black tattoo choker. Perfect. I look in the mirror behind my door, doing a spin and making sure my butt looks good in the dress before grabbing my phone and my wallet out of my bookbag.
“I’m going out, love you mom!” I yell as I scurry from my room to the front door, closing it before she has a chance to say no. “Where are you going wearing tha-”
As soon as I get in line for security I pull out my phone and call Kylee. She says she’s already inside and the security didn’t give her any shit so I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Sure enough, he doesn't ask any questions about my ID and lets me through. Kylee is waiting for me at the bar, and I walk over. “Can you believe this, we’re like adults?!” I smile at her, looking around.” “We are.”
It’s exactly how I’d imagined it; smells like cigarettes and alcohol, people dancing everywhere, music blasting. It’s like heaven. We don’t try the bar, figuring we’ve tested our luck enough tonight. Instead we flock to the dance floor. I sway to the music in front of her, hands above my head, completely lost in the moment. If she didn’t say anything, I never would’ve noticed.
“Look at that smoke show checking you out.” I follow her eyes and look over my shoulder, realizing that she wasn’t lying. There is a very hot guy looking at me. I almost faint when he winks at me, my head flying back around. “Kylee, he just winked at me. What do I do?” We’re both freaking out, how are you supposed to react to a hot, older guy flirting with you? “I don’t know, go over there!” I think about it for a second, grounding myself. “Right.”
“Hey, I’m y/n.” I say with a smile, trying to look cool. But I can feel the sweat dripping down my back. “Calum.” He nods to himself. My smile widens as I hear my name come from his mouth. “Nice accent, you from Australia?” I ask, my voice dripping with flirtation. He was already attractive, but the accent made it 10 times better. “Yeah, I just moved here actually.” He says with a laugh, like he’s gotten that question 10 times already tonight. “Me and my band.” I feel my heart skip a beat and my eyes light up, a band? He’s in a band? “You’re in a band? What are you guys called?” I see his smile widen in a cocky way, like he knows the appeal. “Five seconds of summer, you wouldn’t know us. That's why we moved all the way over here. Tryna make it big.” I nod, taking it all in. He’s so dreamy. “You should play me a song.” I say with a smile, looking up at him through my eyelashes. “Please?”
My smile widens as he scratches the back of his neck and pink brushes over his tan cheeks. “Okay yeah, your house? Mine kinda crowded with 3 other dudes.” I think about it for a second. My mom would kill me if she found him in my room, and he doesn’t know I’m only 17. But when have those things ever stopped me? I nod my head. He pushes himself off of the wall. “Before we leave, you’re not super old or anything right? I’m 18 but even I have limits.” He asks with a laugh. I smile, shaking my head. I feel my chest lighten at his age. That’s not bad. “No, I’m 17.” I laugh. I watch as he raises an eyebrow. “You are not supposed to be in here.” He accuses in a lighthearted tone. I can tell there's no bite to it though. “What, are you gonna tell on me?” He pauses, scanning me over. I feel my cheeks get hot. “Nah, c'mon I’m parked out back.” I smile and go to follow him, pausing and grabbing his shoulder. “Hold on, I need to check on my friend before we leave.” He nods down at me and I grab his wrist, smiling to myself as I pull him through the dance floor. I shout at Kylee when I spot her, hurrying over and leaning in. “You’ll be okay by yourself, right? He’s Australian.” I wiggle my eyebrows and we both giggle. “Tell me everything tomorrow!” She insists, waving as I leave.
I follow him around the club and get in his car when he opens the passenger door. “Put in your address.” I take his phone and type it in, crossing my fingers he’s not a murderer. “My mom’s home, I’ll have to sneak you in through my window.” I look up from the phone, waiting for his reaction. I’m relieved when I see a smile. “You’ll have to tell me which one.”
I crack open the front door, tip toeing inside. I let out a sigh of relief when I see my mom asleep on the couch with desperate house wifes playing. I go to my room and lock the door. I walk over the window and push open the curtains, blushing at the boy smiling from outside. ‘Open it please’ he mimes from outside and pouts. I giggle, sliding the window up and getting hit by a breeze.
“Your mom asleep?”His eyes scan my room through the window. “And, is that a One Direction poster? God you’re a fangirl aren’t you?” He asks with a laugh. I roll my eyes, stepping back as he climbs inside. “She’s knocked out on the couch. And yes, it is.” I bite the inside of my lip as he gets inside, closing the window behind him and looking around my room. “Minus that, pretty cool room.” “Thanks.” I say with a smile, walking over to the bed and sitting down. I untie my boots and slide them off along with my jacket, looking up at him. “Mind if I take these off?” I ask with a smile, pulling on my fishnets and letting them slap back against my thigh. “Let me do it for you.” He says with a smug grin, walking over from the window. I feel a blush on my cheeks. “You’re here to play me a song.” I tease, knowing that’s not the reason I snuck him into my room. “I know.” He says in a low voice.
The bed dips beside me as he sits down and watches me take them of. I throw them on the floor and look over, watching as he falls back against the bed and pulls out his phone. I turn over and lay on my stomach, looking down at him. “Is it any good?” I watch as he scrolls through music files, finding the perfect one. “You tell me, it’s called She Looks So Perfect." He clicks play, looking up at me. I smile down at him as the song plays, seeing the embarrassment behind his smile. It’s cute. Halfway through the song I’m humming along, the chorus catchy and easy to remember. “You play this one for all the girls?” I ask as the song finishes. “Only the cute ones.” He teases, pushing himself up and sitting beside me. “It’s really good Calum.” I nod, pushing myself up as well. “Thanks.” He whispers, leaning in. My heart skips a beat and I lean in too. He grabs the back of my neck and closes the distance between us. His lips are soft, and it feels like fireworks going off in my room.
“Give me your number.” He begs, hair ruffled from making out for the past half hour. “Say please?” I know he’s trouble by the way he looks at me, his lower lip poking out as he whines. “Pretty please.” I pull my phone out and hand it to him, my swollen lips curling into a smile as he types it in. “I’ll text you. Okay?” I nod my head, standing up and walking over to the window. I open it up and watch him climb back out. “Don’t fall.” I giggle, watching as his foot gets stuck and he stumbles. “No promises.” He mumbles back, struggling to look cool in front of me. My smile widens and I lean out the window, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and kissing him. He moans into my lips, stumbling forward. “Bye Mr. Australian.” I whisper into his mouth. A stupid smile spreads across his face and he nearly faints, turning around and tripping away.
I close the window and walk over to my bed. That was straight out a movie, part of me thinks It was all a dream. A buzz on my bed pulls me back to reality and I flop down, picking up my phone. It’s a text from Calum, ;). I smile and send :3 back, saving his contact in my phone. Before I can take my dress off I’m knocked out, snoring loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood.
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