Okay but like breakfast w/ cal. Like you’re sitting there at the table eating some eggs, and sausage, and waffles. Both in comfortable silence because neither of you are really morning people until you’ve had your coffee. You take the last slip of your orange juice and you stand up. Cal gives you a little bit of a curious look until you walk up to him and tap his shoulder. You move your hand a hand a little, motioning for him to scoot back. He does. As you slide your right hand down his arm he lifts it to rest on your hip and you move to sit on his lap. That’s when he realizes that what you want, and in that moment he wants nothing more that to give you what you want for the rest of your lives.
Y/N finds a random number on the bathroom stall at her friends party. Her friends signed her up for the open mic that they do at the bar and now she’s kinda scared.. wait... did the number just respond to her?
A/N: The fucking seventh part is here, babes. 🖤 So, if you can really read this before going through I would appreciate it. This week I was on Twitter and I found this girl that was making a thread about all those problematic fanfics and all and it made me think of this one. I guess I really don't need to need to say this, but I'm going to say anyway: all the shit I write here is wrong as fuck. Like, the whole thing. There's not even one thing here that you should accept in your life, really nothing. If a person says they would kill you, if a person say or do anything that threatened your life, please, run away as soon as possible. This is not a sign of love, this is not a sign of protection, please don't be in a toxic relationship, be safe, OK? You're worth it. Don't let fanfics mess with your head, not this one, not any other. Not every story (in movies, books or whatever) are made to show something positive or that you can get something out of it. Sometimes they are just... Stories. Thank you 🖤 Oh, and before I forget: Remember, if you guys kill me after reading this chapter, I won't be able to finish the story. Keep this in mind.
Summary: Golden Star stopped being an issue on your life for a long time, but something happened and you needed help. Now you need to help them again.
You can find the previous parts here.
For a year the Golden Star became just a memory of what one day your life was. Ashton vanish from everything and you never heard about him, Luke was the only one to send you messages time from time just to say that everyone was still alive and to check on you as well, but the messages never were anything like the all night conversations you two used to share. Aside from Luke, the only other person you talked to from the gang was a guy that, times to times, appeared on your door to check on your necklace to see if it needed any fixing. You never took it out, not even when you bath, not even when a year later you never saw anyone watching you or following you. The Golden Star on your chest always sparking with a little A on it. People asked if it was your boyfriend, but you always denied and changed the subject saying that was personal.
One day you were coming back home when you saw a car parked three houses before yours, you knew, for a fact, that that house was empty for almost six months now and whoever tried to park wasn't to go there. You looked around, widen eyes, but you couldn't see anything or anyone. You've been living in the same house since you finished college, you knew everyone there, every family and could even say that you knew the routine of everyone. That car was new, wasn’t from someone you knew and it wasn’t just a visit for someone there. That kind of car were used by a very specific kind of people, even more when inside were all green and you could see the little snake on the glass. That was problem. You parked on your own garage and walked carefully to your door, it was locked, just like you had left, but your curtain had been moved and you could see a silver shining thing on your couch and a little shadow next to your kitchen door. You came back to your car and got out of there, driving to the known road to the Golden Star building.
"Did you missed us?" the cocky smile from Calum welcomed you, but when he saw your not very happy face, he just dropped it. "Come in."
For the first time the building was empty, not one single man were around and that was odd, it wasn't that late. Some things were different too, like the window in the second floor, now you could see inside the office that was, as well, a little different. Calum and you walked to the office, only Michael was there.
"Where's everyone? Why is so quiet here?" you asked. Almost looked like you were in the wrong place, Michael just shrugged, putting the TV on mute and looking at you. "There's someone in my house."
"Are you sure?" Calum asked. "Did you saw someone?"
"I live in a really quiet area, there was an car parked three houses before mine, an empty one, a black car with green interior." you looked between them. "When I got to my door I saw that someone moved my curtain, then I saw something metallic sparkling on the couch and a shadow. I just came right way here."
"We're out of your life for more than a year now, there's no reason to Noah still be after you. Are you one hundred per cent sure?" Michael sat you down on the couch, giving you water, just now you realized you were shaking.
"Look, I don't like to be here as much as you guys don't like me being, I swear to God that someone was or is my house. I thought about calling the police, but then I remembered that I'm in this shit with you guys as long as I live here, so..."
"I'll take you home, I can check on you just to be sure, OK? Let's go." Calum said and you nodded, going with him back to your house. The car was still at the same place, what made Calum furrow his eyebrows, you parked again at your garage. "Stay here, stay low and please, shot anything that moves." he handed you a gun. You tried to get as down as possible, but enough to still see what Calum was doing. He got out of your car and entered in your house by the front door, but as soon as he got in, you heard the three loud shots and some screams. Scared, you sat up on your car just about time to see a two men coming out of your house, one of them got close to you and threw you a rock before you shot him on the arm and he rushed to his car with the other one, you couldn’t see their faces, but the green snake around the golden crown made very clear who was behind that. Noah. You got out of your car and ran into your house finding Calum on the floor, one shot on his chest, one on his leg, one in his arm and a cut on his neck. By some kind of miracle, he was still alive. You just slapped your own chest, hitting the Golden Star, Calum's phone started to alarm and you knew that the other boys started was well, you shut his off and yours started to buzz on your pocket.
"I'm on my way." you heard Ashton say.
"Bring everyone. Hurry." you said before crushing the phone on the ground, trying to help Calum. You moved him, trying to see if the bullets got out and two of them got, the one on his arm was still there. You cuted his shirt, making a bandage for his leg and one for his arm, you were trying to do something for his neck when you heard the three vehicles stopping by your house, Luke, Ashton and Michael entering pointing guns. Calum was on your floor, each second palier, his breath was already going really slow. "It was a trap, I'm sorry, I didn't know." you said crying like never before, getting their eyes on you. You were shaking, your hands couldn’t keep the pressure on his neck, everything was a complete mess. Ashton eyes widened when he saw Calum's body and all the blood all around, for a second he got almost as pale as his friend, but then he was already going to both of you.
"What the fuck happened?" Michael asked, getting a glare from Luke.
"That doesn't matter now, we need to do something." Ashton screamed, you got out of their way. "Your bedroom."
"I can't do anything here!" you screamed. "He need your doctor! You need to get him to a hospital."
"Ronan is dead." Luke said, you looked at him scared, they were already getting Calum out there, you were pacing around, not really knowing what to do or what to feel, at this point everyone had already called the police, for sure, and it was a matter of time until they got there and everything gets worse.
"You need to get out of here, now." You screamed, pushing them to your door, Ashton looked at you.
"I need you." He said, stopping by your door, his face in a complete mix of emotions, so many that you couldn’t even say all of them. You just shook your head, denying.
"I don't have anything here, Ashton! For fuck sake, I'm not an hospital!!" you screamed back.
"At the Golden Star. You will have everything there. Please. I really need you." his eyes softened for a moment and you just nodded, in the next second you were already on your car, Ashton driving as fast as he could away from your house while you saw the police cars coming in your direction, Luke and Mike far from your seeing.
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“You don’t believe in love? Huh? That’s bull shit!” He looked at me confused. “What do you call this?” I was met with silence. “What do you call how you feel about the boys, mike, ash, Luke?! What about Roy? Or Brian? What about your sister? Do you have any feeling towards them? Love exists in multiple forms Hood. If you can’t see that then you must be blind.” I ceased my attack and turn away from the Maori boy. I couldn’t look at him.
If he were to look at me as if I were pathetic I would loose my mind. I started grabbing my stuff to leave still hearing nothing but silence from him. I wanted nothing more for him than to realize that he could love and one day be in love. Whether or not that would be with me wasn’t a decision i would make.
When I turned back around, ready to leave, calum was sitting on the bed head in his hands, elbows on his knees and if I didn’t know him as well as I did I would have just thought that he was upset. This wasn’t just discomfort and frustration, this was more. Hearing his breathing patterns and seeing the sweat form on his neck, this was a panic attack. This was not what I expected, but not unfamiliar.
I immediately dropped my bag and rushed to his feet so he could see my face from his peering stance. It was as if a switch flipped in me and I couldn’t leave him like this. Not when I caused this. I took his hands and placed them on my shoulders and leaned up on my knees to rest my head on his. I then took my hands and put one on his chest and the the other on top of one of his, still resting on my shoulder. I started counting slowly and he joined me when he could. “.....6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12”
Once it seemed like he had gotten control of his breathing I stood up and sat on the bed next to him. I started rubbing his back as I lifted his face with my other hand. Our eyes met and I smiled. I nodded my head back asking if we could lay down. He started for the pillows and I followed. As soon as I was laying down he leaned on his side waiting for me to open my arms. I let him lay his head on my chest and started to play with his hair, as his arms wrapped around my waist. We both fell asleep like that.
It wasn’t the first time. I had helped Cal through many panic attacks through out the years so I knew how bad it could get. I was just baffled as to what part of the conversation triggered him. Reflecting I feel like I might have been a bit harsh. It’s hard though, being in love with someone who sees you but didn’t believe in what your feeling.
I don’t get it. How could someone so kind, and thoughtful and loving not believe that this kind of love existed. It’s ironic really. He exudes so much love but love doesn’t make sense to him. I tried proving it with out pushing him but I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t know what was next for us but I also didn’t know when that conversation would happen. I was at a crossroads and it wasn’t just a fork in the road. It was similar to a round about, except there are like six exists and at the end of each one someone gets hurt. I had lost the map and my partner couldn’t stop spinning to help me look. I guess I’d just have to lay and wait or risk survival.
