Tuesday Night.
a fluffy calum piece.
A/N: This made me happy.
Show Night with Calum
Tuesday was TV night. The night where you and Calum binge watched all of the shows that you watch as a couple. Reality TV, Americas Got talent, World of Dance, Greys Anatomy, etc. etc.. It was something that you and Calum always loved, watching the other get all riled up over a show they liked, or both of you crying and holding each other over an episode of Greys Anatomy when a favorite character was killed off. It got both of you feeling all different kinds of emotion, but one specifically was the feeing of closeness. The first time that you and Calum did this, even then you both were nearly on top of each other on his couch. And despite the physical closeness, watching thee shows was also an emotional closeness. Crying, laughing, Tv was an emotional roller-coaster and doing it together was awesome. And two years later, that hadn’t changed. (Except for the addition of a dog in the cuddling mix.) And tonight, was Tuesday night.
DING DING
As you waited on the door to open, you shifted the batched of brownies that you made before you came. The dog barked, Calum came running down the stairs by the door, and he opened the door, shirtless and in some basketball shorts
“Ooh brownies!! Ooh my girlfriend!!! Hey babe!” he said, side shoulder hugging you before taking the brownie tin in one hand, and threw his other hand around your shoulder.
“Brownies, my beautiful girlfriend, TV and brownies. Sounds like the making for amazing night! How was your day love?” He rambled, putting the brownies on the coffee table and sitting with you, already pulling you closer.
“Ah, it was long, but I made brownies and now I’m here so even though I had a long day, my evening will go well.” You said, reaching for the tin.
“Yeah, you’re here now” He said, taking a finger and turning your face towards his. He kissed you softly, and kissed your nose when he was finished with your lips.
“Well, after that I know that tonight is going to be amazing.” You said, before taking a bite of brownie. He stared into your soul, and before it could get too sappy, you turned to the coffee table and grabbed the remote.
“So.” You turned back to him. He was still staring.
“What show is first” He smiled and laughed.
“You pick beautiful.” He leaned forward and grabbed a brownie, before pulling you nearly into his lap and kissing your temple, settling in for a long night together.














