Based on: I’m trying this thing where I’m basing stuff from their songs haha || Part of the Songs Into Stories Series
Written by: smallathenabass
Your Friday nights were becoming a routine, and you weren’t even realising it.
It started off innocently enough… if you weren’t going to include the way he — Calum, that was his name — always looked at you.
How did it all begin again? Oh right. Your friends wanted to let loose after a particularly hell week at university, and who were you to refuse? They dressed you up in an attire that practically left nothing to the imagination of the rest of the partygoers, and they dragged you into the nearest club near the campus.
You were aware of all the looks that were being thrown your way as you danced your heart out in the middle of the dance floor. You were a little bit tipsy, and probably looked a little crazy moving along with your friends, but whatever. You looked hot and you deserved it.
But eventually your throat went parch enough for you to go for another round of drinks, so you had to excuse yourself to reach the bar.
Not long before your lips met another glass of alcohol, you felt a presence beside you.
All right, you thought. Let’s see how this one’s going to end.
Like all guys playing it safe, this one started simply enough.
“Hey,” he said. He was really tall, you noticed. Dark hair, dark eyes. Brown skin where you could see a hint of a tattoo peeking out from his shirt collar.
But alas. Were you interested in going home with someone tonight? Depends.
“Hey yourself,” you answered back, scooting on the bar stool you sat on and making yourself comfortable.
“I’m Calum.” Really Hot Guy, as you have started to call him on your head, grinned. You didn’t fail to notice that he didn’t sit on the stool next to you. Instead, he leaned onto the counter, angling himself so that he was still facing you appropriately. “Would it be really rude of me to ask why I haven’t seen you around here before?”
You set your glass onto the counter before facing Calum. “No.” You tried to smile as best as your tipsy self could. You shrugged. “S’not really my thing, you know?”
“It isn’t?” Calum repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You looked pretty great out there, for someone who claims this isn’t her thing. I’d say you keep doing whatever it was you were doing.”
You snorted. You weren’t really sure what caused you to say your next words… but then again, you had too much to drink. “If you’re trying to sleep with me, I suggest you try again some other time, fella.”
It was a good thing Calum only looked amused. But then again, he probably understood the state of mind you were in. “Can’t a fella just approach a pretty girl and tell her how pretty he thinks she is?”
“My number then.” Did you just hiccup? “You’re tryna ask for my number then.”
“Or I just really want to talk to you.” He grinned. “But since you mentioned it, maybe your number would be pretty nice, too.”
“No phone,” you lied, grabbing your glass once again and downing what was inside it. You squinted at the sudden burn on your throat.
Calum blinked. He chuckled a few seconds later. “If you say so. Hey, I never really got your name.”
“Why don’t you sit down, Mr. Calum What’s-Your-Last-Name, and maybe I’ll tell you.”
“Actually.” His face morphed into that of guilt. “I’m about to leave.”
“I’m about to leave,” he repeated a little sheepishly. He moved his head to gaze to the entrance of the club, where three other men were looking at him expectantly. You weren’t sure. Your vision was starting to get a little blurry.
“Got a gig at another club near here,” Calum continued. “Just stopping by here for… you know. Reasons. I play bass in a band.”
Another hiccup. “That s’pose to impress me?”
“Huh,” you mused. “Why’d you come talk to me then? If you were just gonna leave?”
Calum looked like he shrugged. “Wasn’t sure I was going to see you again. Would like to come see us play, though?”
Your eyes moved to the rest of your friends back at the dance floor. You waved your hand in Really Hot Guy’s direction. “Maybe some other time.”
“Does this mean I might see you again?”
Your eyes met his. You managed to smile. “We’ll see.”
That was the first time you ever talked to Calum, and for the rest of the week, despite the pounding headache that greeted you the morning after that encounter, you remembered him clearly and couldn’t get him out of your head.
By the next Friday night, you found yourself entering the club again. Because you were pretty sure you didn't have the same amount of confidence while sober, you figured it wasn’t pretty bad to have a few drinks.
The best part about that night? It looked like Calum was waiting for you where you first met.
But like the last time, he was rushing to get to another club somewhere.
“Seems like I got my wish,” was the first thing he said when he approached you. “Didn’t think I’d see you again.”
The smile he gave you made you somewhat giddy. “Thought it too good to be true. Will I get the pleasure of knowing your name this time?”
“That depends,” you allowed, internally enjoying your banter. “Will you stay this time?”
The expression he gave you made your heart drop. “Another gig, huh?”
“Every Friday night,” he said.
“Why do you always have to be here before, then?”
Calum’s eyes moved back to the same spot where his bandmates — you guessed — were waiting for him the last time. “Think of it as our way of pre-hyping before a show. I’m not really complaining, though. Brought me to you, didn’t it?”
“And what would that imply?”
“You’re asking pretty difficult questions tonight. I take it you’re not drunk?” His tone was teasing.
You grinned, not really stopping the butterflies forming at the pit of your stomach. “Only slightly. I’m Y/N, by the way.”
And it continued like that for the rest of the weekends. Calum was always waiting for you, but he never stayed for very long. And because you were a little chicken to see wherever your encounters were going to lead, you never pushed yourself to go see wherever he was playing with his band.
But you lived for those thirty minutes every Friday night nonetheless. He was always on your mind every time you felt like dying from the school work; the thought of him alone pushed you to keep going.
And you felt like you were starting to get to know him, too. You weren’t stupid; you knew you were falling for the guy.
So why was it you never allowed yourself to see him play? Why did you always settle for lying every time he asked for your number? Why did you never allow yourself to meet him outside the club doors?
A few weeks later, you realised there wasn’t really an answer to your questions.
It was another one of those nights. Calum was rushing to leave again, but this time you surprised him.
“I’m coming with you,” you told him.
The look on his face was priceless. “What?”
“Don’t try stopping me now,” you warned. “I might change my mind.”
He didn’t even need to ask twice. He held out his hand, and you took it, lacing your fingers with his.
if you guys want to request a song with any of the guys, go ahead :)
romaincrisis
izzy806
stormborns
yousharknotpass
snowghoul
turnnoffyourmind
