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Password Is Your Birthday | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Y/N never doubted Calum's loyalty, however, once controversial photos were leaked, their relationship was put to the test.

Warning: angsty, mention of alcohol

Word Count: 2 582

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: Thank you for the patience! Lately I've experienced a somewhat burnout, and couldn't write anything normally. That's really frustrating when it happens, so I couldn't post the work earlier – it's really important to me to be sure in a story, to be fully satisfied with the result. Hopefully you'll enjoy this one! Remember, your activity helps so-so much! ♡

There was nothing better than holding his hand in hers. To reflect a smile on his face. To feel the heartbeat of each other every time they were close. 

Sometimes Y/N thought she only imagined him. She created him like a puzzle she used to make in the evenings when was very little. Calum was someone the girl could call perfect. Of course, everyone had their flaws, however, when you loved someone the flaws seemed quite insignificant.

She loved him. He was her second breath, her reason the girl believed in happy endings. It was even funny, amusing and little absurd how two people, who were scared of commitment before, were suddenly searching for love in each other. 

Calum adored her. He enjoyed her bright laugh in late afternoons, when they were watching some silly comedy. Praised Y/N's little sad face each time he’d forget to buy something from their shopping list or finish a pack of crisps that supposed to be for both of them. He was guilty, he knew it. 

But Y/N was guilty, too. For entering his life and turning everything upside down. For not warning that her smile would change everything in him. The musician felt alive next to her, and she knew it. 

"Don’t look at me like this," Y/N chuckled, resting hands on his shoulders. Calum led her in a dance, and even though the room was full of strangers, it felt as if there were just two of them.

"Why so?" Cal giggled back, taking his time to observe the girl’s beautiful eyes. They were shining, and he wanted to believe he was the reason of it. 

"You make me shy," she smiled wider, and Calum only laughed at such confession. He doubted it was the truth, because his Y/N could be naughty, but not shy. Not at such moment at least.

"I make you shy? And that’s it?" he asked, smiling.

Y/N made an innocent face only and shrugged, so Calum couldn’t help himself but leave a kiss on the lips.

"I’m going to get us another drink," he whispered and pulled away gently, when the music ended.

Y/N nodded, following Calum with a gaze. It felt like the smile didn’t leave her face for the whole evening. Perhaps, she needed to be careful with that thought, as the girl was about to receive a message that could change everything she believed in.

Cal just disappeared from the sight, when the girl’s phone vibrated. Y/N lazily took it out of a purse and checked the notification. It was a blank email with a photo attached, nothing else. The girl rolled the eyes and already wanted to push a button "spam", seeing unknown address, as noticed on the picture preview outlines of her boyfriend. Even when the photo downloaded, and the girl could see Cal with someone else, she still thought it was fake, a silly prank. Calum was loyal, and he wouldn’t cheat on her. They were both very open about their relationship, and Y/N never had any doubts about him. The girl didn’t have a good look at the photo, when the phone vibrated again. She sighed  annoyingly and opened another email, where few more photos were included, as well as a link to Google Drive. Curiosity, or maybe already doubts, took over. Y/N looked around and hurried to a more quiet place, away from the guests. She supposed to celebrate Michael’s birthday, like everyone else, but her festive mood disappeared just at the snap of fingers.

The girl seat on a couch and open the link. Surely, she knew it wasn’t safe to open a link from unknown sender, however, it was Google Drive, so the girl doubted it was just spam already. Y/N was too intrigued – and not in a good way, so she took the risk. 

The girl saw few dated folders, the most recent one was created last week. Just like she suspected, there were photos inside – Calum, hanging out with some ginger girl. The stranger was clearly older than Y/N, but looked good, she though. Y/N couldn’t find anything provocative, however, by the look of it, those two clearly had a good time together, laughing and even cuddling each other. 

"Here you are! Are you hiding from someone? I barely found you."

Y/N looked up and saw Calum standing in front of her, holding two cocktails in both hands. The girl didn’t even have powers to give Cal at least a short smile. She stood up and took the glass, placing her phone in his palm. Confused, Cal glanced at the screen.

"What is it?" Y/N, drinking the cocktail through a straw, could see how the boyfriend’s face changed, slowly. "This is… This is not what you think," she almost chocked at such a banal phrase. "Where did you get this? Did you follow me?"

The irritation and panic was written on his face, and Y/N started to feel sick of Cal all of a sudden. The girl took her phone back roughly, fighting with a desire to splash the drink on his face. 

"Y/N…"

"Unknown admire sent it to me," she finally replied, looking at his eyes and still not being able to believe that a person who she trusted the most failed her like that, lied to her. "Why, Calum? You could just tell me if you didn’t feel the same anymore, why to play this game?" the girl couldn’t tell if she was hurt or simply disappointed. Y/N thought they were not just a boyfriend and girlfriend. It always felt like there was something more than that, they were both friends and lovers. A little family in their own world.

"It’s not a game. Look, I didn’t cheat on you."

"Yet?"

Cal sighed heavily and looked up at the ceiling.

"Do we really gotta do this now? Right here, with all your friends around?" he asked, hoping to make her come to the senses, however, those questions made Y/N nothing, but angry. 

"How dare you to ask me this, like it’s not important?"

"Because it’s not!" Calum snapped, leaving his glass on a tray of a passing by waiter, Y/N did the same. "These photos… It’s not… What it is."

"Then what is it? Sneaking out at nights, hugging her? Do I look like an idiot?"

"Look I can’t tell you, but––"

"Unbelievable," Y/N laughed shorty, but she wasn’t really having fun at that moment. The girl headed to the exit of the room, feeling like she couldn’t stay there any longer.

"Please, don’t go," he almost whispered, tiredly, and hurried up to follow her. "Y/N! You can’t just leave, all our friends are here, let’s not do it now."

"I’m sorry, but this is more important to me now. You can stay, as I already understood that seeing someone else isn’t a big deal to you," the girl smirked, calling a taxi.

"I’m not seeing anyone," Calum repeated, even though he knew how it all sounded, when Y/N literally had photos, proving a completely different thing. 

"You keep telling me this, but you don’t explain what it is then," the girl said, grinning sadly. "Before lying you needed to come up with a truthful story, Calum," she smirked and got into a car.

The musician followed her, as he couldn’t just leave the girl like that. Cal had no idea how to explain himself; he was very mad at the person, who leaked those photos. Calum obviously didn’t know that someone was taking pictures of him, otherwise he’d be more careful. However, at that particular moment the guy didn’t care as much about the photos going public, – after all, it was only a matter of time when they’d be all over the Internet – as about his relationship with Y/N. Calum knew he messed up, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t fix it. 

The way home was accompanied by silence. Y/N had a lot to process. She couldn’t forgive him cheating, and even though the answer was obvious, everything wasn’t as simple as the girl hoped. Despite a clear disappointment in their relationship and even some hate towards Cal, she still loved him. Y/N couldn’t imagine her life without him. The girl thought everything was alright between them. Was is it all really a lie? Was it her fault? Why was Cal seeking a company of someone else?..

By the end of the ride she was so tired of her own thoughts that all what Y/N wanted was to go to bed and wake up happy again. The girl knew it was doubtfully possible to hide from the bitter reality, but she was not ready for another drama that evening.

However, when Y/N went to their bedroom, Calum was not planning to leave it like that.

"Just an hour ago you wanted to talk, so let’s talk," he chuckled, watching Y/N taking off her heels and going to bed. "We aren’t going to bed until we talk about it," Cal said though his teeth, feeling a wave of anger spreading all over his body.

"I don’t have powers to talk about it anymore," the girl replied calmly, covering herself with a blanket. "You should be happy, you’ll have more time to come up with an excuse," she smiled sadly.

"Y/N, I didn’t cheat on you. And I’m not seeing anyone but you," Cal said coldly, taking a seat on the edge of their bed, so he could look in the girl’s eyes. "I swear to you. I love you."

"Then who is it?" Y/N echoed. She wanted to believe Calum, she desperately wanted to believe him, but he wasn’t making it particularly easy. "Are you saying those photos were fake? A photoshop? At the days when you were coming home late because you had night photoshoots with a band? You know, I trusted you, I didn’t even have any doubts, didn’t have a thought to call guys and ask if it was true. I trusted you," Y/N repeated. The tears were stuck somewhere, and the eyes were still dry. She felt simply empty.

"The photos are real," Calum admitted, as there was no point to lie anymore. "But those meeting weren’t dates."

"Give me your phone," Y/N whispered, realising the guy didn’t confirm that he had night shooting sessions with the band. Because he didn’t have them, apparently.

"I can’t…" he whispered back, not looking at her anymore.

"Calum," the girl swallowed, staring at Cal, who seemed like a lost kitten. "Give me your phone," her voice trembled, but she insisted.

The guy looked up and slowly took the phone out from a pocket of his jacket. He hesitated, but Y/N snatched it from his palm immediately.

"Why can’t you just believe me?" the musician chuckled sadly, watching her entering the password – it was her birthday. The password on her phone was his birthday, they did it as a joke, but both kept it in the end.

"Would you believe me?" Y/N asked, opening chats and scrolling his messages, trying to find a familiar face. Cal had a weird obsession with having profile pictures for all his contacts. Funny, but the girl even hoped that the contact she was looking for wouldn’t be there or would remain without a picture. However, Y/N didn’t even need to scroll that far to see an image of that ginger girl.

Opening chat, Y/N saw some photos the stranger was sending Calum. They were sketches of a ring. There were different kinds, Cal’s replies were mostly short as "I like the first variant better" and "can we try it with a blue stone?". They discussed time of their meetings, and Cal would apologise they’d have to meet that late again, explaining it with his crazy working schedule and "too smart girlfriend".

"What is it?" Y/N whispered and looked up at Calum. The guy didn’t move from his place and was watching her every move, while she was reading the messages and checking the photos.

"How do you think?" Cal asked, and it was his time to be disappointed. He wanted it to be a surprise. "That girl is a jewellery designer," he took his phone back roughly, switching off the screen. "I couldn’t find anything in stores, so I contacted someone I knew . We met just few times, and only because I needed to see work in progress with my own eyes. It’s not that easy just by a picture or a sketch, you know," the guy sighed and stood up.

"Calum," Y/N sobbed, feeling like an idiot. She was blaming herself at that moment, however, the reaction the girl had before was rather understandable, too; besides, Cal couldn’t normally explain himself. But how could he? Again, he wanted it to be a surprise.

"I’ll sleep in a couch today, I guess," the musician chuckled sadly, putting the phone back to his pocket. Calum was staring at Y/N’s face, knowing that it wasn’t just her fault, but both of them. And that idiot, who leaked the photos at first place.

"Look, I’m sorry, I thought––"

"I know," Cal interrupted. "But next time trust me what I say."

Y/N jumped off the bed and brushed tears from the face, once Calum left the room.

"Trust you?" she outraged, getting mad that the guy behaved that way. Sure, Y/N messed up, too, but she had her reasons. "You’d react completely the same way if you were on my place, Calum!" the girl caught his hand, so Cal turned around. "It’s not fair. I apologised, I know you wanted to make a surprise, and it’s… it’s such a wonderful surprise, but you can’t tell it’s my fault only! I didn’t believe at first, but what could I do?"

"I know," Cal sighed, cooling off rather quickly, and pressed the girl against his body, cuddling Y/N softly. "I’m sorry," he closed the eyes for a moment. "I just got so upset that my surprise was ruined. It was such a long journey, and you found out like that. Accusing me as well," the guy left a short kiss on her soft cheek. "I love you. Y/N. I’d never cheat on you. You do realise I want you to be my wife?" Calum chuckled, and the smile was sincere.

"Now I do," the girl smiled a bit, still feeling a bit sad that she reacted like that and ruined the surprise. "I love you, too, Calum," the girl said and stood on her toes to kiss the musician on his lips.

"Does it mean you’ll marry me?" he asked through the kiss.

"It does," she cuddled Cal’s neck, once he took her on his arms.

"Y/N Hood, sounds good, huh?" The guys touched her nose with his and then laughed all of a sudden.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?"

"I’m just thinking that this could happen only to us, really," Cal sighed, smiling, and kissed Y/N again. "You know, I gotta admit, you’re extremely hot, when you’re angry. Even though you behaved like a brat."

"Uh, only I did?" the girl squinted, so the musician hurried up to apologise with a short kiss on her neck.

Apparently, that evening they both would never forget for several reasons.

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Hi my lovelies🥰

After some thought I think once I write up the next Luke&Lily that will be my last post for that series and for 5sos.

Will it be forever? Not sure.

But I’ve really enjoyed writing my most recent story for TopGun, An Arrangement and the feedback/interaction has been incredible! It makes me so excited to write and share that story.

I’m not leaving the fandom by any means, I still will love and support 5sos and any content creator on here! So I’m not going anyway but venturing into different fanfic territory😊

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All Too Well | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: It's the first time ever when Calum and Y/N didn't need to be apart, as they were going on tour together. However, things could never just be perfect, could they?

Warning: angst, fluff, a bit of cursing

Word Count: 1 725

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: This was the one I worked really hard to make it softer than it initially was. It'd say it's more of an angst story still, however, not too heavy, and there are sweet moments, too ♡ Inspired by Taylor Swift's short film "All Too Well". I hope you'll like it!

It almost felt like Christmas, when Y/N and Calum took a seat next to each other in the plane. It was the first time when the girl was going on tour with him, and both were very excited.

Cal was really glad they finally managed to go together, they didn’t need to be separated for so long again. 

Y/N could compare it with a miracle, truly. The last month was very stressful, as she had to do a lot at work before getting a remote project. At some point Y/N even doubted she was going to finish everything in time. However, there she was, holding a hand in Calum’s, while he was quietly sleeping on her shoulder. There was no need to be homesick, because Cal’s home was right next to him. And Y/N didn’t need to learn how to live alone again, because she was in the company of a loved one.

Sometimes “too perfect” could bring unexpected problems. It couldn’t all go smoothly. The musician wasn’t exactly a pessimist, but he always agreed with that way of Y/N’s thinking. 

However, Calum didn’t exactly expect his girl to blow up easily only because he didn’t pay much of attention to her after a concert. For Cal it wasn’t a big deal. Once they finished the performance, everyone went to have dinner in their dressing room, not being able to wait for any longer and go to some restaurant nearby. It was a usual evening, chatting with the bandmates and discussing how good the concert was. Y/N was happy that fans were welcoming and active during the whole show, and of course, she could share the joy of her boyfriend, but it still felt slightly uncomfortable. Even though they started dating a while ago, Y/N didn’t know Calum’s friends well. She surely didn’t mind him spending time with them, but the girl hoped for some little reassurance here and there; after all, it was the first time, when she went on tour. Few attempts to join the conversation were interrupted by her own boyfriend, and Y/N’s mood went down completely. Yet, she stayed polite and kept smiling lightly, ignoring unpleasant feelings inside. The girl didn’t ask for much, she only hoped Cal would stop making her feel that dumb, would stop as if reminding her that she didn’t belong there. As if she wasn’t there at all, even when Y/N tried to touch Calum’s palm. She wasn’t begging for attention, the girl only thought that as she came with him, they’d spend more time together. Wasn’t it the point? All of sudden Y/N felt like a mannequin which Cal would look at only when he needed it. 

“You just walked in the room and behaved as if I wasn’t there!”

Y/N tried. She really tired. The girl promised herself she wouldn’t make a scene, she wouldn’t argue, because it was a very wrong place and time. However, Calum brought up the topic himself, saying she was “hell annoying” and looked “weirdly upset.”

“I was fucking tired! Exhausted, Y/N! I didn’t mean anything, I was just hanging out with my friends!” Cal blew up immediately, although by nature he was pretty calm. “I’d look at you if you’d jump around, sing for few hours, Y/N. Would you have powers for anything else after it?” the guy run a hand through his hair and sighed heavily, apparently analysing what he had just said.

Calum used to say he valued words a lot, the musician hated when people would tell things they didn’t actually mean. He never rushed up to answer on the interviews; Cal liked to think first, before saying anything, completely anything. Perhaps, that’s why sudden accusations shocked Y/N that much. If he said it, he probably really meant it, and that was quite upsetting. The girl never even dared to think that Calum wasn’t a hard worker or that his job wasn’t difficult. Of course, it was, and she knew it very well. That’s why Y/N was always there, supporting him no matter what. And yet, she couldn’t get the connection between him acting like a moron during the dinner and blaming her for saying he wasn’t tired. She never even said it.

“You know what? Back off," after a short pause Y/N realised that she was too overwhelmed to continue arguing. These past days were rather exhausting, the trip, so far, was very stressful as there were too many unknown faces, and Cal’s words didn’t exactly make the girl feel any better.

“Y/N…”

“No, Cal, you’re right," she nodded, being dangerously calm.

The girl grabbed a bag and threw a phone in there. Y/N wasn’t going to leave, it’d be too immature of her, but she desperately needed fresh air and time alone at that moment. Lately it was getting harder to breathe, and she finally admitted that she was simply choking. Being busy with tour and job issues the girl didn’t have time to check on herself. For some reason, Calum didn’t see it either, apparently, he was busy working, as well. She knew how it could be, so the girl wasn’t blaming him. At times Cal couldn’t take care even of himself. 

"How would I know? You’re the only one who works hard," Y/N snapped, regretting she took that hell of a project at first place just to be closer to Cal. What for? Surely, emotions were speaking at that moment, and sometimes it was very hard to gain control of them. Suddenly nothing was working anymore, their relationship included.

“I didn’t mean it this way," Calum’s voice became small, too. He gently touched the girl’s wrist with his fingers, and felt a little relief, as Y/N didn’t attempt to break the touch. However, her eyes didn’t give him any hope.

“No, you did.”

“No, I didn’t," he hurried up to deny. "Look, I’m just stressed, I swear I…" her hand slipped through his fingers, and Y/N headed to the exit of the dressing room. "I know you’re… Y/N, c’mon! Don’t do this right now!" Cal outraged. "We’re trying to talk, and you’re running away again!"

"It’s you, who is trying to talk, Calum!" the girl turned around quickly, hoping her body wouldn't betray, and salty tears wouldn’t flow down the cheeks. "You can’t even understand me! I worked as hard as you to get here at first place! I don’t mind you hang out with friends and have a rest after the concerts, but since the day one of the tour you’ve never asked how I was feeling! I don’t even know these people! They are total strangers to me," she finally broke in tears. Cal didn’t dare to touch her and only watched from the distance. "And this evening I only asked for a small reassurance, I wanted to feel that you’re here with me, because I don’t feel damn comfortable here, I need time! And now you make me feel like a total dickhead for asking that, because you are damn tired, because you had a show to perform! Maybe it was a bad idea to come with you at first place. It could have been totally different," she shook the head and looked down, wiping the tears with her fingers quickly.

A storm was attacking inside, Cal wanted to say a lot, but words got stuck in his throat.

"I had no idea," he finally mumbled, feeling rather ashamed. "This tour… is really important to me," the musician continued, even though everything didn’t seem to have any sense once he spoke it out loud. "I was too focused on work, but it doesn’t mean I forgot about you, Y/N," Cal made a step forward and reached out to her uncertainly. The fingertips didn’t touch hers, he was waiting for the girl to do it instead, if she wanted to. Or waiting to give him a sign that he was allowed to.

The girl closed the eyes for a moment and shook the head negatively. She touched a handle of the bag to avoid Calum’s sudden affection. 

"I know it’s hard for both of us," she spoke up quietly. "But we need to learn how to understand each other, and I’m tired of being the only one who is trying to do that. Relationships don’t work this way."

"I know. I fucking know," he lost it, made a step forward and squeezed Y/N in his arms, resting a head on her shoulder. For that Cal had to bend down a little, but it was worth it. "I’m sorry."

A heavy sigh left Y/N’s lips. She looked up on the ceiling, hoping to stop herself from crying again. Just some time ago Calum was behaving like a sick superstar, and now he was asking for forgiveness. Why was it always like a seesaw with him? And why did she still love him?

The girl closed the eyes and tilted her head to touch the top of his with a tip of a nose. Cal smelled with berries – a shampoo she bought him few days before the very first tour. Since that time she was always doing it, and Calum was always taking the black jar with blueberries on the cover with him. Funny, that smell reminded him of her. And to Y/N that smell reminded her of them. Them, being together, happy, in love.

"I love you," she whispered, feeling that sudden wave of affection after a long day and bitter argument that left a small but still a wound on the heart.

"I love you more," he whispered back and hid the face in a crotch of her neck, leaving then a short kiss on her skin. 

The touch was too familiar to give up on everything they went through. Calum knew he needed to keep in mind that the tour was going to be be different, as his girl was there. He needed to give Y/N time, as it wasn’t normal for her as for him, who has been performing since a young age.

"I know I didn’t give you the best tour experience so far," Cal whispered in her ear after a long silence. "But, please, let me try again."

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Strawberry Jam | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: The winter holidays were simply the best for both Calum and Y/N, especially when a heating problem in their house occurred.

Warning: fluff, friends to lovers

Word Count: 2 208

Author’s Note: Who knew it’d be so hard for me to write fluff! But I really wanted to come up with something light this time. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it, and the story will make you smile! Requests are open ♡

Winter was quite a magical season. Even if some people weren’t exactly in a celebratory mood, usually it’d change, as Christmas atmosphere was rather contagious. The gatherings could be tedious, but it still felt amazing to share happy moments with the ones you loved, see smiles on their faces and hear glass clinks with bubbly drinks.

That winter was particularly special, as Y/N was spending the holidays with a close group of friends. When she just moved to LA, the girl didn’t really know anyone, but with time she befriended four amazing guys who honestly changed her life for good. Y/N was introduced to Michael by their mutual friend, and since then they started to hang out. Often the guys would go touring, and they’d miss each other desperately, that’s why holidays together seemed like something very sweet, almost exceptional.

Through the half of the past year Y/N got to know the guys better, and maybe deep down she wanted one of them to be more than a friend. Things were complicated, though, with work and simply them being public figures it wasn’t easy, and often, coming back to such thoughts, Y/N was realizing it was safer to leave everything how it was. Secretly, however, she hoped for Calum to make a move on Christmas Eve, but it didn’t happen. It didn’t happen on New Year Eve either, and then just five days were left before them going back to LA. 

Sometimes, when it was getting lonely at night, Y/N would consider to open up her feelings, but in the morning the idea seemed rather ridiculous and maybe unnecessary. Calum had never really crossed any friend boundaries, they’d flirt sometimes, jokingly, and that was it. Y/N didn’t want to ruin their relationship and, honestly, that what really mattered. She couldn’t imagine not talking to Cal after a wrong move. She couldn’t tell if the feelings were mutual.

The house they all stayed in was truly beautiful. Soft yellow lights of different kind of installations were illuminating the yard and making the mood even more festive. Y/N was sure if that place was participating in Christmas competition, it’d definitely get its prize. 

Everything seemed perfect until a heating problem in the house occurred. It wasn’t that bad during a day, but as Y/N wished everyone a good night and came to her room, she realized she was simply freezing. Naturally, the temperature was dropping at night, but that knowledge wasn’t really helping.

The girl changed into sweatpants and a sweater and got under the cold sheets of her bed. She was trying to remind herself that it would get better eventually, but it was still hard to fall asleep, so Y/N turned back on the night lamp and glued to her phone. Getting used to the cold a little bit, the girl was debating whether she needed to try to fall asleep again or to go downstairs and make tea. The second option didn’t seem smart, as she didn’t want to wake anyone up or to go to a toilet in the middle of the night later. Silly thoughts were running through her head, when someone knocked the door carefully. 

The girl froze with her phone in hands and frowned a little, staring at the door and trying to figure out who it could be. 

“Y/N? Are you sleeping?” she heard a whisper, and the girl hurried up to leave her mobile on a bedside table and open the door.

In front of her was standing sleepy, wrapped in a blanket, Calum, holding a pillow.

“Hey. Can I sleep with you tonight?” he wrinkled his nose a little, thinking how to bring the news smoothly. “Just… my neighbors…”

“Noisy?” Y/N chucked and let Cal to come in. Everyone was coping with the cold in their own way, it seemed.

“You don’t even wanna know,” the guy sighed heavily and looked around. “You were awake?”

“Yeah, can’t fall asleep,” she said honestly, closing the door and going back to bed, moving her blanket to the left side, so Calum could lie normally next to her. “So cold.”

“I know,” he whispered and lied down. “Here,” Calum suggested his blanket. “We can share.”

Y/N smiled shortly and suggested hers, too, so they could use both.

Cal moved closer, and they almost hid each other under the sheets. Y/N turned off the light, feeling much warmer right away.

“You weren’t sleeping, too, or they woke you up?” she asked, nuzzling his shoulder as she was lying on a side, facing him. Calum’s hand was resting on the girl’s back, but he wasn’t allowing himself to lower it down. They were extremely close to each other, and Y/N trusted him, so he wasn’t planning to change that. After all, he was a gentleman, even though could be a naughty one at times, too.

“No. I couldn’t fall asleep at all,” the guy mumbled and smirked, when heard Y/N’s quiet laugh. “What’s so funny?!”

“You just said it with such an offensive manner, like a baby,” the girl kept giggling.

“A baby?! Did you just call me a baby?!” Cal jokingly outraged and pulled away a bit to see Y/N’s face. “You are just lucky your neighbors aren’t going crazy in there, alright?”

“Don’t be jealous, Cal,” she kept teasing him. “They are in love and want to be closer.”

“Woah, since when are you so romantic?” he giggled back. “The cold really did something with your brain,” Calum sighed and lied on his back, staring at the ceiling.

“Rude!” Y/N pushed him in the shoulder jokingly and smirked, still smiling though.

“Don’t say that, I’ll take back my blanket.”

“You are aware that I’m going to do the same then, right? And you’ll die from cold.”

“So annoying,” he sighed heavily, smiling.

“I mean, you still can come back to your bedroom.”

“No, thank you,” Cal smiled wider and all of a sudden pulled Y/N closer to him, squeezing tight. “Good night?” he asked and then just couldn’t help but tickle the girl a little.

“Don’t you dare!” she gasped and giggled. “Good night, Calum. Now you can sleep peacefully.”

“Ha-ha,” the musician smirked and touched her forehead with a nose. Maybe he was even little glad it was that cold, so he could use that as an excuse to be closer to Y/N…

The next morning, though, the girl woke up alone. For a moment she even thought it was just a dream, but then Y/N realized she was still covered with two blankets, hugging a pillow next to her. Lying in bed for a little longer, the girl checked time — it was surprisingly early — and left the bedroom. Going downstairs, she noticed Cal on the kitchen, making… pancakes. An open floor plan of the house helped Calum to notice Y/N even before she fully went down the stairs.

“Nope! Go back to bed!” he ordered in a funny way, whispering.

“What?!” the girl whispered back. “Why?”

“Because. I’m making us breakfast in bed, it’s not going to happen if you aren’t in bed, Y/N.”

The girl smirked. Well, he was speaking the truth there.

“Since when are you making pancakes or breakfast in bed, Calum?”

“You want to eat or not?”

Y/N chuckled and run back upstairs, smiling. Calum’s behavior was slightly surprising, as he had told her before he hated cooking at first place, but oh well, seemed like cold didn’t freeze only her brain after all…

Honestly, though, Y/N didn’t mind to come back to bed, as it was still early and everyone was asleep, besides it was much warmer under the sheets.

In ten minutes, she heard a knock on the door and then Cal appeared.

“So, I followed the recipe on the Internet, it should be good,” he promised and put a tray with two plates of pancakes, jam and cups of coffee on bed.

“Woah, Calum. You’re a real chief,” she smiled and set on the bed. “Careful,” Y/N warned. It’d be a disaster if they flip the tray by accident, even though a rather expected one for both of them. The girl was clumsy, and Cal was making an excuse that he got that habit just after her.

“Yeah, careful, Y/N,” Calum smirked, shamelessly teasing the friend. The friend… that made Cal to think for a moment, so the girl noticed the change on his face.

Sometimes Calum felt like an idiot. He wasn’t a talkative guy, but he never found it difficult to communicate with people. He had good friends, had been in romantic relationships, some of which were truly nice and some were so bad that it made him reconsider the idea of being in love. In any case, no matter how hard it was, he never felt so little in the world like with her. And it wasn’t something negative, it just was extremely different. Cal could be himself around Y/N, could be quiet, could be funny and silly, it didn’t matter, she’d answer him with the same warm smile. And yet, when he tried to make a move – or at least he hoped it was obvious – he was getting lost. He was getting almost shy. Sometimes the guy wanted to sigh loudly and ask directly, outraged, what she was doing to him, why she was turning his head upside down every time they’d make eye contact with each other.

“Why such a long face? I mean, I know you like apricot jam better, but strawberry isn’t that bad,” Y/N joked, trying to come Calum to his senses. She wondered what he was thinking about, but didn’t want to push him.

Cal only chuckled and looked at Y/N with his warm brown eyes.

“I mean, I just really like apricot jam,” he smiled and finally tried the pancakes. Y/N was already eating.

“It’s not bad, Calum, I like strawberries, just try it,” the girl giggled, remembering how at the very first day of their arrival he had made a whole drama show about wrong jam on a shelf and how delivery had messed up. No doubts he had sent a one-star review after that. 

“It’s not bad, it’s just not better,” Cal joked back, being still partly not there but in his thoughts. The guy dipped the pancake into the sweet jam and brought it to his mouth. Another second and the jam was on the sheets…

“Damn it!”

Y/N just burst into laughter.

“Didn’t I tell you to be careful?” she teased him, being even proud that it was him who messed up first.

“Better help me, huh!” Calum giggled and took few napkins to clean the fabric, but it wasn’t really helping, and his fingers became sticky.

The girl kept laughing quietly, apparently enjoying Cal’s frustration. If she only knew he messed up because of her!

“It’s your fault, by the way,” he mumbled.

“How come it’s my fault?!” Y/N outraged jokingly.

“Because,” he sighed and threw away the napkin, then focused the eyes on hers. It was the time, otherwise he’d just go crazy. “You smile, and I can’t even hear my own thoughts. Everything becomes vivid. Each time I tried to get it right… all I could say was some stupid joke, which you’d laugh at anyway, and I’d lose again a chance to try it one more time to… to make myself clear.”

“Calum, what are you talking about?” Y/N smiled shortly, feeling like her heart started to beat faster all of a sudden.

“I’m talking about… feelings. Feelings I’m having for you, Y/N. And I know it’s the most ridiculous moment to tell the truth, but if I don’t do it now, I won’t do it at all. I’ve never considered myself a coward, and yet here I am…” he looked down. The girl was silently listening Cal. “I really like you, Y/N,” he sighed heavily as if it was physically hard to say those words. “And I know we are friends, and I totally get if you… Well, if you say I’m just imagining things, but–“

“You are not imagining,” Y/N interrupted Calum, seeing how much he was struggling to find the right words, not to scare her away. The girl put the tray on the bedside table and turned back to the musician. He wasn’t looking anywhere but her. “You are not imagining,” she repeated. “I like you, too, Cal. I was thinking to tell you that but didn’t want…”

“To ruin the friendship,” he smiled a bit, finishing her sentence.

“Yeah,” the girl nodded.

“Do you think then we can just build something next to it, rather than ruining anything entirely?” he asked. Calum was always a master of words, and Y/N only chuckled, smiling happily.

“I like that.”

“I like that, too,” Cal smiled and hesitated only for a second before covering the girl’s lips with his. The kiss was careful, but full of feelings they were hiding from each other for a while. Only when there was no air left to breathe, they pulled away, and Calum looked at Y/N’s eyes. It still gave him butterflies. “You’re right, the strawberry jam is actually quite tasty,” he smiled wider, and the girl just covered his plum lips with hers once again. 

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Ghost of You | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: It had been four months of silence between Calum and Y/N. Could she finally move on?

Warning: angst

Word Count: 1 496

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: I had two files for this work, and one of it had a name "experimental". I chose that variant in the end, so I really-really hope you'll like it. It's very new for me, the storytelling might be quite unusual at first. Remember that feedback helps me a lot to improve the skills, and it motivates to write more ♡

It was stuffy in a room, as air conditioner stopped working. Y/N had spent much more time trying to fall asleep than actually sleeping; when the clock on a blank white wall showed five-thirty in the morning, the girl realised there was no way she was going to try to fall asleep again.

Opened windows didn’t exactly help to ventilate the flat, however, she saw some thin tree brunches swinging to the left and right, probably, begging angry clouds to finally release the rain. 

Afterwards it usually smelled fresh, felt almost like a sudden beginning of a new life chapter, and Y/N, some other day, would love to simply wrap up in a blanket and listen to the sound of heavy drops hitting the glass. That exact day, though, the girl needed to leave home in the early afternoon for a job interview she didn’t even want to have, and Y/N hoped to get there at least dry. 

It had been four months of silence between her and a person she loved so much, yet, the heaviness in the heart remained the same. Y/N wondered what it was exactly about, and how she supposed to forget the guy, when everything kept reminding of Him. Every little detail in the apartment would echo with a memory of them that did not exist any longer. A stupid ukulele He left in the corner of the living room, behind a beige pot with a plant they bought together. Everything was as if staring at her, making fun of her. Y/N was, probably, going crazy. It had been four months, and she wondered if her insanity could get any worse. The girl missed Him, their night calls. She missed that naive feeling of being in love. She missed the feeling of being full, as the girl started to feel empty again.

Y/N knew that she needed to do something about it, to stop thinking about the past and finally move on. Probably, change something in her life, too. Like changing a job to the one she didn’t want either. 

Apparently, the universe didn’t want her to get that job, too, and since the sleepy morning Y/N only kept realising that the day was not going to be easy. A burnt tongue, when she was drinking coffee – the colour of His eyes, just like she burnt her heart when allowed herself to fall in love with Him. When He made her feel like it was a safe thing to do. Silly…

A broken cup, the one He used to leave cigarette ashes in, it would get under her skin so much. Y/N tried to fix it, just like their relationship four months ago, but some things had to remain broken. A missed bus, even though she was running after it under the noisy rain, and all in vain. She needed to slow down. She desperately needed it. 

Y/N took a seat on a wet bench next to the bus stop and sobbed, feeling like time has as if stopped. Or maybe it was her heart, she couldn’t recognise the beat of, once He wasn’t a part of her life any longer. Her social anxiety opened the arms for a dark and tight hug in the most inconvenient moment, and Y/N simply froze, feeling that sudden fear, covering her from top to bottom.

“I’m sorry… Are you alright?”

A voice, calm and soft, called for her, and Y/N turned the head to the side to see a familiar face. The rain stopped, and it wasn’t gloomy anymore. A guy with rounded face, dark-chocolate eyes, plump lips and short hair was looking at her attentively. He was wearing light pants and a baggy shirt; despite the recent rain, it was still hot outside. The cheeks were slightly red, and she wished to leave a small kiss on His skin. 

“Yeah,” Y/N mumbled a classic reply, but didn’t expect it to come out so quietly and dramatically. The guy even chuckled, probably, thinking that she was a bad liar.

“I know it’s maybe not my business, but I just don’t think ‘it’s alright’ if you can’t hold your tears and crying next to a bus stop. And it’s also raining,” He looked up at the sky. “Quite depressing.”

“Then why did you ask if I was alright at first place?” Y/N snapped and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Just don’t look at me if it’s so depressing," she glanced at the sky, and all she could see were pearl fluffy clouds. 

“I thought it’d be weird if I’d ask ‘are you not alright?’,” He noticed and smiled at Y/N shortly. “Hey, whatever it is… It’s all temporary.”

The girl closed the eyes and gave herself a moment, before whispering quietly,

"No, it’s not."

She opened the eyes just to see Him dissolving in the air.

"Please, don’t go," Y/N could only beg, yet, the imagination let her down once again, and she couldn’t hold on to that memory anymore.

Their first meeting was not romantic, however, it was special. Calum was the only one of the passers-by who approached the girl, seeing she was having something close to a panic attack. He wasn’t there any longer, but even in her head the guy took a seat next to her to comfort. She fell in love with his moles on the right cheek first. He was holding her hand in His, asking to breathe slowly, and all Y/N could see at that time was His eyes, maybe little too kind for the world. 

Too bad their fairytale was over, and there was no happy ending. Y/N needed to stop living with Him in her head, but Calum still was her safe place. Even if good memories brought the pain as a companion every time she thought of Him.

It wasn’t sunny in the head any longer, Y/N realised it was still raining like crazy. The girl was late for the job interview, but the were no regrets. In fact, she wasn’t sure what was feeling at first place, as when He left, He took all her feelings with Him.

Y/N lazily stood up from the bench, and legs slowly carried her to a coffee shop nearby, where Calum bought her latte that day. She was crying so much, even an almond syrup couldn’t help to make the drink less salty. Maybe it was even quite embarrassing, yet He made her feel safe.

"You know… Maybe it was all a lie. Maybe I just imagined Him," Y/N whispered quietly, making a sip from the cardboard cup and staring at the lacquered table. "Just like I am imagining you now…"

He was sitting next to her, having the same as she was. His free hand was placed on hers, when Calum sighed heavily and shook the head.

"Did you love him that much?" the guy asked, the voice was soft and simply pleasant to her ears.

"Yes," Y/N’s whisper left her lips almost right away. The girl had no powers left to correct Calum and say that she still loved Him, no matter how painful it was.

"Did he love you?" He asked, squeezing her fingers with his.

"Sometimes," the girl whispered back, remembering their sleepless nights and arguments, and small trips to nowhere, and tears, and laughter, and screams. 

It was exhausting. Their relationship was exhausting, He said once. She thought it was alright. She thought she was fine, navigating in a fog of Calum’s constant mood swings and small irritations here and there. Y/N thought she could save them, she was ready to sacrifice her life for that relationship, but in the end all what she needed was to take care of herself. 

"I have to let you go," she mumbled, still squeezing the guy’s hand in hers. "I really need to," Y/N tried to memorize the touch of His hand. The softens of his skin on hers.

"Stay for a little longer?" He asked the same thing she blurted out four months ago, standing in an empty hall next to Calum and looking at him with red, fully of tears, eyes.

"I’m sorry, I have to," she whispered his reply and broke the touch of their hands.

The rain was beating against the windows deafeningly. Her coffee was cold and suddenly too sweet to her taste. She was resting palms on the table, and it was quiet in the head. Finally no thoughts were bothering her mind. It was still dark and scary in times, yet, she could see the light somewhere in the end of her path. Or was it a beginning? 

She made her last sip and stood up, rushing to leave the coffee shop. Maybe in another life they could meet again. But for now… she needed to finish that chapter and finally start a new one.

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Paris Broke My Heart (p.2) | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: A whole year apart. Is there even a chance for Calum and Y/N to be together?

Warning: angst (happy end), fluff, friends to lovers, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Word Count: 1 868

Requested: yes and yes

Author’s Note: Read the 1st part here! Without it the story wouldn't really make any sense ♡ I liked the dramatic ending, but I think I like this one better. Hopefully you'll enjoy it, too ♡

Time was making a cruel joke of Calum and Y/N. It wasn’t flying fast like they hoped, on the contrary, it was going extremely slow, torturing day by day. The more weeks were passing by, the more painful it was to be so far from each other.

“How is your new apartment?” the girl called Cal right after landing in Paris and entering her new home. She looked around, having truly no idea how to answer his question. The flat was fine, light and rather spacious. Back to Los Angeles, she dreamed of a normal place to live in, not a small studio with crazy neighbours. However, having a good apartment in Paris did not make her happy. In fact, she didn’t feel anyhow better in another country. The heart was still aching. And Cal’s words “please, don’t go” were still bouncing in her head.

“It’s alright,” Y/N mumbled and bit her lips. “Don’t forget to take care of the plants I gave to you, alright? I worked really hard to keep them alive,” she smiled, but the joy sounded fake.

“Sure, don’t worry.”

He moved the plants to Ashton’s apartment. Cal knew it was pathetic and ridiculous, but even stupid flowers were hurting him, reminding about Y/N. He was angry with himself for letting her go. Other days, if he had too much of alcohol in his blood, he’d be mad at her for ruining everything they had. And that night at the club… She didn’t even talk about it. Did she regret that much?

The first two weeks Y/N was crying every single night, missing her friends, missing Calum. She didn’t regret what had happened between them, however, she hoped it’d have happened much earlier, not few days before her leaving.

Despite some awkwardness in their goodbyes, Calum and Y/N stayed in touch. Or better to say they tried to. The difference in time zones were killing them, it was so much worse comparing with the period when he was on tour. At first, they tried to keep up with their casual messages once a day – when it was morning for her and evening for him – but slowly the texts were shorter and rare. The phone calls became less pleasant and later disappeared at all. After some time, months being in Paris, Y/N got used to her life more or less. At some point she even let the friends know she met a nice guy, and more and more often Calum would see on social media her photos always next to that guy. Few times Cal was thinking to remove Y/N from his following list just to stop seeing her happy face, while he was so devastated. 

“Please, tell me it meant something for you.”

Y/N opened her eyes lazily, but closed them immediately, feeling extremely sleepy. However, recognising the voice on the phone, the girl jumped in bed and glanced at the French boyfriend, lying next to her. Thankfully the guy didn’t wake up from the call.

“Calum,” she whispered and, putting on a first shirt she found in her closet, hurried up to leave the bedroom. “Are you drunk?”

“Is that what matters to you, huh? Only this?”

“It’s night here, Cal, I can’t talk now,” she whispered.

“Sure, you can’t. Is he there? In your bed?”

Y/N clenched a hand into a fist, trying to hold back the tears.

“It’s not your business, Cal.”

“It is mine. It supposed to be mine,” he mumbled and sobbed, feeling like shit. He was drunk, it was a rather normal condition of his lately, on the days off. “You left me, as if I never meant anything to you. How could you? After all… after all we had together…”

“I left you?” Y/N outraged in a whisper, going to the kitchen. “Do you think I wanted to leave so much? But you didn’t say a thing. You didn’t tell if it was important to you that I stay.”

“You sent this application at first place!” he snapped.

“And you never asked why I did that, Calum! I couldn’t stay any longer, it was killing me! You were killing me!” she couldn’t hold back the pain any longer. “I chose this path, because it’s better this way. I’m moving on, and you should, too.”

“So, this is it? You saying you don’t give a damn about what happened in the club, Y/N?”

“It was everything to me,” she said and closed the eyes for a moment. “But it doesn’t matter anymore,” Y/N finished the call and came back to the bedroom, texting Luke on her way to look after Cal as, apparently, he couldn’t do that himself.

Surely Y/N did not stop having feelings for Calum, it’d be naïve to think so. But the life kept going, she knew she needed to halt looking back. They couldn’t be together; Cal didn’t even offer to visit her in Paris or invite to his place for the weekends. He was playing his part again, being all cold and detached from her, and that time the girl decided to let it be.

However, it was rather ignorant for Y/N to believe she could find her happiness with someone else. And even if she didn’t think so, she at least hoped she’d be able to hold on to her imaginary love for a little longer. Just few months passed before saying to the French boyfriend rather trivial “I’m sorry, but I’m in love with my best friend”.

Y/N did not come to LA on winter holidays, she thought it would be for the best. Otherwise, she’d start crying again, would experience the feelings towards Calum even stronger, and it’d broke her completely, irrevocably. She did not visit the city of angels during her days off or other vacations, and Cal did not fly to Paris to see her. Funny enough, both realised pretty soon that they were suffering not because of the distance between them, but simply because of the feelings towards each other.

And the whole year passed just like that, yet it felt like eternity. In spite of that, when Y/N sent Calum the only message about her flying to LA next morning because Paris was not her home, the musician felt like he was back to the past.

To the happy one, where Y/N was not leaving, and he felt like he had all time in the world to be with her. To the time, when they were hiding from rain in some old local store with a gumball machine.

“Look!” she wiped wet hands on soggy jeans and started to search coins in her pockets. Calum was quicker, though, so he put few in the machine, and the girl began filling her mouth with yellow, green and red gums that looked more like some plastic. No matter how passionate Cal could be about the taste of each – he claimed that the red one had a strawberry flavour, the green one was apple-flavoured and the yellow was a lemon – to Y/N they all tasted the same. The tongue was changing its colours like a chameleon, though. The girl gave a blue one to her friend, so he took it by his lips, and they switched places. It was Y/N’s turn to put the coins in the machine, while Calum would catch the gums for himself. 

“It makes my hungry,” he mumbled, trying to chew ten of them at once, while the girl was spending her last coins on few more gumballs.

“Let’s wait a bit longer, the sun is already peeking out of the clouds,” she noticed, and they both glances at the window, which possibly wasn’t washed since the opening of that store. Usually, a summer downpour wouldn’t last long, so they were sure they’d be able to leave the place quite soon.

“I’d die for a cup of tea and some soup now,” the musician giggled and shock his head actively, when Y/N tried to put the last gum in his mouth. “I don’t have a place in there anymore! Y/N!” he laughed and closed the mouth with a palm.

Just few hours after that he wasn’t smiling anymore, finding out the girl was going to Paris for the whole damn year.

Here he was, though, in the airport where he experienced maybe his very first real heartbreak. Calum saw the girl’s sleepy face and smile that would always light up his dark world. Approaching him, she touched a shirt collar first just to make sure Cal was real. They hugged each other tight, closing the eyes and trying to forget the whole year being apart. Y/N was hearing his rushed heartbeat and thinking how stupid she was believing she could stop feeling anything romantic towards her best friend.

“I love you,” she wanted to say, but only whispered. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said, but thought. “I wish I could just say how much I love you.”

An hour in taxi, and they were home. Her apartment did not really change much, even though it looked a bit alien after such a long absence. 

“Why didn’t you visit?” when superficial conversation was over, the girl could not help asking. She didn’t mean to start a fight, but that question was bothering her for the whole year, and she finally felt brave enough to ask that. 

“I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to come back to LA then,” Cal mumbled quietly, almost whispering.

“You do understand how stupid it sounds, don’t you?”

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” he smirked. “I just couldn’t come. Couldn’t. You left; you made your choice. I had to accept it.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears. She sobbed and shook her head.

Cal swallowed and closed the eyes for a moment.

“I called my ex your name, Y/N.”

“When?...”

“When we were making love,” he chuckled sadly and turned the head towards the girl. “Every night… I was imagining you instead of her,” Calum’s cheeks flared up with a blush. The guy knew how wrong it was, of course, he knew.

“I guess she was very mad,” Y/N looked away, remembering the girl from his old posts. She didn’t buy it even for a slight second and was sure they were dating just for marketing reasons. Yet, she did notice Calum not liking Y/N’s photos where she was in an embrace of her ex. So stupid.

 “I said my ex that I’m in love with you, so he threw away the tickets to Milan. It wasn’t very romantic.”

“I guess I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re not.”

“Of course, I’m not,” he smiled a bit, feeling better for the first time after finding out she got a boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend. “I love you,” Cal said all of a sudden and took her palms in his. “I love you,” he repeated, simply bursting out the secret. The guy was ready to say it over and over again until she’d finally listen. 

 “I can’t believe you’re here. I won’t survive without you next time.”

“There won’t be the next time,” Calum warned and covered her silly lips with his after she replied,

“I love you, too, my best friend.”

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Paris Broke My Heart (p.1) | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Calum knew he'd lose Y/N each time she'd start a new relationship, but that time it was different. She was leaving the country, maybe forever.

Warning: 18+ (non-detailed smut), angst, cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Word Count: 2 464

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: That was a long journey for me to finally finish this one! There were lots of changes and edits, but I think I'm finally happy with this piece. The part 2 is very much possible, let me know if you're interested in it! ♡ Update: the 2nd part is here.

Two weeks sounded almost like condemnation. Y/N didn’t even think for a slight second, it’d be easy, though. She knew the delaying wouldn’t change a thing. However, the girl was sure it was a right decision to tell the other guys first, and only then — Calum. She needed to hear and see a sincere happiness for her, before she’d play pretend with Cal. Y/N knew he wouldn’t be glad to hear the news, and honestly, the girl herself still didn’t know how she felt about it herself. 

Five months ago, Y/N told her friend she applied for a job relocation to Paris. It was a great opportunity for her career and perhaps, for her mind, too. She hated to behave like she didn’t feel anything towards Calum except friendship, and the girl was scared she’d forget how to play that role eventually. 

Cal was a better actor. He faked a smile and congratulated her with the brave decision. Then had never asked about the application ever again. If other guys wondered at least once in few weeks if she got any news, Calum preferred to delete the information from his brain and selfishly hoped Y/N’s application would be refused.

She got approval, though. Cal just didn’t know it yet.

“So,” Y/N started in a ringing voice, putting a cup of tea next to Calum. The evening walk didn’t really go as planned, as the rain had started, and they had to come back to the girl’s apartment. “I actually have some exciting news,” she smiled and sat down next to Cal with her cup. “Do you remember I told you I sent the application to Paris?”

“Sure,” the musician nodded, remembering it rather vividly. Calum truly couldn’t understand why Y/N was seeking for a way to get new working experience abroad if she had everything there, in LA. If she had him, and he had her. More or less. 

“I’ve got approval, leaving in two weeks.”

Of course, it still was exciting for her; it was new and challenging. Maybe the girl sent the application on emotion, feeling like she needed to get out from the place where Calum was. However, when Y/N got the answer, she was happy to know she made it.

“Oh. That’s great, congrats,” Cal forced a smile, but it looked more like a wince. The girl pretended she didn’t see that. “In two weeks… that’s pretty soon,” he mumbled and looked at a wooden kitchen table, trying to find the right words. Calum needed to be happy for his friend, but he wasn’t. All he could do was to be selfish about it. The guy didn’t want Y/N to leave, he couldn’t imagine her moving away from him. Cal wasn’t going on a tour that year, the band was working on a new album, and to picture late studio nights without her… It felt almost alien.

“It is…” she nodded, and touched a cup with her both hands, hoping that it’d somehow help with the nerves. “I’ll be gone for a year, Cal. And then I might stay there or come back. Depends how it will go,” the girl added quietly and looked up at the friend.

Calum only nodded in response and made a sip, getting tired of faking the joy. 

“Have fun,” he said. 

Y/N swallowed and pursed lips. The girl knew he’d have such reaction. She just hoped he’d at least try to pretend, so it wouldn’t hurt that much. 

“I thought we could meet all together on the weekends and hang out,” she almost whispered. “Like… to make a little celebration, you know?”

Calum raised his eyes and shrugged, even though wanted to ask what there was to celebrate.

“Yeah, okay. You’ll tell them on the weekends then?” he asked, and Y/N mumbled “mm-hmm.”

She wondered how it would have been like if a whirlwind of friendship hadn’t taken them over that quick. Maybe it would have been different. The more they hid the feelings from each other, the harder it was to open up. Sometimes Y/N was thinking she’d never find anyone like Calum. That she’d never feel such strong love towards anyone but him. And it would terrify her.

Cal didn’t even question it; he knew he wouldn’t. He didn’t even try. Since Y/N entered his life, the guy wasn’t dating much, only when she was seeing someone herself. Then he’d immediately jump in bed with a stranger, so the next day, when Y/N would talk about a new date, he’d have something to talk about, too. And they’d hurt each other almost simultaneously, with smiles on their faces. 

After finding out the girl was relocating, Calum decided to choose a new path that no one, perhaps, expected – denying. Each time Y/N would mention Paris, he’d just change the topic immediately. He pretended like he didn’t care, didn’t hear. Cal developed some kind of a blocking system in his head, which filtered two hostile words: “Paris” and “moving”. He couldn’t sleep for the last few days, trying to figure out what he could do. The idea of Y/N being not there terrified him. The musician knew he would lose her every time she got into a romantic relationship, but it was temporary, they’d always come back to each other. And that time it was different, the girl was actually leaving, maybe forever.

They met at a friend’s party the other day, and Calum’s head was simply occupied with many thoughts. Was it too late to tell Y/N how he actually felt? Was it egoistic, stupid, unnecessary? It probably was.

“Hey. Are you ready for the celebration this weekend?” Luke gave Y/N a warm hug, having no clue the girl lied to Cal about them already knowing the news.

At first, Calum didn’t even believe his own ears. He thought as he was so obsessed with a thought of stopping her, he was hearing the bitter truth from everywhere.

“What celebration?” the guy asked and saw confused, almost awkward faces of his friends. He then turned a head towards Y/N, feeling a rushed anger inside of him.

“So, you told them before telling me? Fucking great,” he spilled out.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” Luke mumbled, although it wasn’t exactly his fault.

Y/N wanted to throw a quick “it’s okay”, but she didn’t have time as Cal stormed out of the house.

“Calum!” she run outside, seeing him with a cigarette pack. 

“Can I have a bit of privacy?!” the guy groaned, not even looking at her.

“Don’t do this, Calum,” Y/N almost begged. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It’s less than two weeks, let’s not waste it arguing, please.”

“Oh, you mean you will treat me like shit, and I’m supposed to not react to it just because you are leaving in two weeks?” he smirked sarcastically and lit up a cigarette.

Y/N felt a lump in her throat immediately, as well as a strong desire to burst into tears.

“I never treated you like shit, Cal. You can’t tell me that, it’s not fair.”

“No, you know what’s not fair?” the musician pushed the smoke out through his mouth and looked at Y/N. She could see fire in his brown eyes. “It’s not fair to tell me the news last. Like I’m some piece of shit to you, Y/N. How long have they known?”

The girl sobbed and raised eyes to the sky to hold back the coming tears. Calum turned his head away and came back to smoking, as if didn’t care he was hurting her. Because she was hurting him, too. Again, simultaneously.

“I only told them first, because it’s… harder with you. I mean–”

“Don’t explain,” he shook his head, chuckling. “You are making it only worse.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you, okay?” she cried. “You can’t blame me for that. I knew how you’d react, and I saw how you reacted. I needed to hear some genuine support first.”

“Oh, so it’s my problem now?!” Cal outraged and chuckled again, being absolutely furious.

“It’s no one’s fault! Let’s just not argue, it’s out last few weeks together, do you really want to spend them like this?” Y/N repeated. 

He thought for a minute and drew the smoke into his mouth.

“Yeah, maybe I do.”

The girl’s heart just stopped at that moment. She knew he meant it, because Calum always analyzed before saying anything. The words had a great meaning to him. He’d rather end up everything like that, indeed. Maybe in that case it wouldn’t be so painful to say a goodbye.

“Well, I don’t,“ she whispered and leaned on a wall, simply staying with Calum, while he was finishing the cigarette.

In the saddest days, Y/N was worried she was looking at Calum’s brown eyes for too long. It was getting very obvious she was drowning in the ice-cold coffee which he liked so much. And the girl almost enjoyed that feeling. Drowning in him, falling for him, without a safety net. But the falling began to seem endless, and it was harder to believe in something special between them. They were just friends, always had been. They had dated other people and never each other.

It probably wasn’t really a surprise they both got drunk an hour after they came to a club to “celebrate” her job relocation. Finishing the sixth shot Y/N was sure the ice had melted between her and Calum, and they were good friends again, like before.

“I’ll miss you, Y/N,” he even said at some moment, holding hands on her waist while they were moving on the dance floor.

“I’ll miss you, too, Cal,” the girl said and handed a cocktail to the friend. It was getting hot, so the girl took off her blue sweater, remaining in a white low-cut T-shirt. “Every day,” she tied the sleeves of the sweater at her waist and took the drink back.

Calum smiled shortly, trying not to stare at the low-cut which emphasized her chest in such a good way; but the mouth became dry, so he made a sip from her drink even before Y/N. Whoever said that multitasking wasn’t always a good thing, was probably right. Still dancing, Cal hit the girl’s foot with his, and the cocktail spilled on YN’s chest.

“Shit!”

“Calum!” the girl shivered and looked down, estimating the damage. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, feeling dizzy. The musician barely could hear his own thoughts because of the loud music in the club and all alcohol he had in his blood. “C’mon, I’ll help you to clean up,” Cal took her by the hand and led into the restroom. Locking the door, the guy hurried up to wet few napkins and rashly wipe Y/N’s chest. By that time the guy was still just nervous for ruining her shirt and was not thinking how intimate the situation was. However, Y/N wasn’t already breathing. Calum doubtfully would allow himself something like that if he wasn’t drunk, but the head simply turned off, stopped working. 

The girl opened her mouth unintentionally and leaned her back against the wall, when all she could feel was Cal’s lips on her skin. She breathed loudly through the nose and looked down, seeing her friend leaving wet kisses around the neckline of her T-shirt. There was no second thought – although it should had been – as Y/N rested hands on his wide shoulders, and Calum’s lips finally reached hers. The kiss was passionate, almost animal-like. He was pushing her against the wall and squeezing her waist tight, as if saying that she was not going to leave. Not at that moment, not any other time. He couldn’t let her go.

“Calum,” her breath was unsteady, as she unbuttoned his shirt and whined in his lips, when he touched her wet spot with fingers. Y/N was drowning in all feelings she was experiencing, as if a bare wire – each touch of his would send a shiver around the whole body. Cal was gentle, but there was not even a drop of uncertainty in his actions. The girl fully relaxed in his arms and only tried to hold loud moans, biting the lips almost until they bleed.

They both knew they didn’t do it every Friday night with some strangers, it was just for them and no one else. And even though the minds were foggy, they knew they wouldn’t be able to hold back the desire. The desire to be close, to gift the kisses and breathe in unison. 

Calum was letting himself to do something he’d never allow before. He was kissing her lips, her neck, pushing inside of her deeper, simply wishing to feel, to know she was his, she was going to stay. The words were forgotten, all they could do were moan quietly, hoping no one would find out. They came almost simultaneously, sending an electric flow from one to another. Cal, still breathing heavily, threw a condom in a bin and glanced at Y/N. She silently put the clothes back on and looked up at the friend. The words stuck in a throat, and no one from them knew what to say. 

He left the room first, and Y/N followed after him. She was shivering inside; she wasn’t drunk anymore. And the worse part – she wasn’t even regretting it.

They didn’t remind each other about that night. It didn’t mean they forgot, on the contrary. If Calum didn’t sleep well last week, after what happened in the club, he barely could sleep at all. He couldn’t say if they made a mistake, at least he hoped she didn’t think that way. They didn’t talk about it, though. As the days passed, they preferred to pretend like it never happened. Cal was good at it and, apparently, Y/N learnt that from him.  Even when they were already in the airport, saying bitter goodbyes.

Y/N, just like everyone else, was faking a smile, while hugging everyone very tight, as if trying to remember the feeling. There was no time left, and Calum was standing in front of her, having no desire to let her go.

“Bye, Calum,” she said, as the guys let them have a moment alone. “I’ll text you in Paris.”

Cal nodded, feeling like if he’d say something, his voice would simply crack. Y/N hesitated and stood on her toes to leave a short kiss on his cheek. Calum took the girl’s wrist and everything he could whisper was:

“Please, don’t go.”

The tears flashed on Y/N’s eyes. She looked at the guy and gently broke the touch. The moment, and Cal was following her with a gaze to the green zone of the airport. And just like that, there was no Y/N in his life anymore.

♡ Part 2♡

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Ghost of You | Calum Hood Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her) Summary: It had been four months of silence between Calum and Y/N. Could she finally move on?  Warning: angst Prompt list: 1: “Did you love him?” — “Yes.” — “Did he love you back?” — “Sometimes.” & 2: “Please, don’t go.”

The request I had in my DMs for a while is finally here. Thank you for your patience ♡ It's been in my drafts for so long, but I'm finally happy with the result. I hope you'll like it, too!

Earlier I wrote few other stories with Calum, using prompt 2, you can check them here: Password Is Your Birthday and Paris Broke My Heart.

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Can you write a request about the reader being on tour with calum? Maybe something with prompt #7 with a some fluff and angst? Do what you must with this request lol 🧎‍♀️

Idk but something about tour and these boys is just so ughhh 😭🫶🏼

All Too Well | Calum Hood Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her) Summary: It’s the first time ever when Calum and Y/N didn’t need to be apart, as they were going on tour together. However, things could never just be perfect, could they? Warning: angst, fluff, a bit of cursing Prompt list: 7: “You just walked in the room and behaved as if I wasn’t there!”

Hi, thank you so much for the request! I apologise it took me that long to finally write it, but I hope you'll enjoy reading it. It's probably more of angst rather than fluff, but you shouldn't be disappointed, as there are sweet moments too ♡

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8 from prompt list with Luke or Calum, angsty but with a happy fluffy ending please 😊

Love your work, looking forward to more of your stuff

Paris Broke My Heart (p.2) | Calum Hood Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her) Summary: A whole year apart. Is there even a chance for Calum and Y/N to be together? Warning: angst, fluff, friends to lovers, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol Prompt list: 8: “Please, tell me it meant something for you.”

Hi, thank you for your kind words! As this number was already requested, I figured I'd combine them and write the second part for Paris Broke My Heart (p.1) | Calum Hood as the prompt seemed perfect for it! I hope you don't mind and will enjoy the story, there is fluff, too, just like you asked ♡

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Prompt 2/10/15

Cheeky cheating allegations with Calum😏

Password Is Your Birthday | Calum Hood Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her) Summary: Y/N never doubted Calum’s loyalty, however, once controversial photos were leaked, their relationship was put to the test. Warning: angsty, mention of alcohol Prompt list: 2: “Please, don’t go.” & 10: “We aren’t going to bed until we talk about it.” & 15: “Do we really gotta do this now? Right here, with all your friends around?”

Hi, the story is finally out! Hopefully you'll like this one, thank you for the request! ♡

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hii! 2& 8 w calum? i love a good angsty piece

Paris Broke My Heart | Calum Hood Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her) Summary: Calum knew he’d lose Y/N each time she’d start a new relationship, but that time it was different. She was leaving the country, maybe forever. Warning: 18+ (non-detailed smut), angst, cursing and mentioning of alcohol Prompt list: 2: “Please, don’t go.”

Hello-hi! Thank you for the request, it definitely was a challenge for me ♡ I really hope you'll like it. I used the 2nd line from the prompt list only as maybe there will be the 2nd part. Depends on you, readers! Let me know if you want it ♡

Update: the 2nd part is here! Prompt list 8 was used: “Please, tell me it meant something for you.”

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Keep It Quiet | Ashton Irwin

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Ashton and Y/N kept their relationship a secret for a while, but one interview made the things a little complicated.

Warning: none

Word Count: 1 819

Author’s Note: I figured I'd write a little piece about Ash, so this came to my mind. I hope you'll enjoy reading it. Maybe I should write the 2nd part? Let me now. Requests are open ♡

It’s been few months since Ashton and Y/N kept their relationship a secret. Obviously, the friends and close people knew, but for others it was still unknown, even though, fans were guessing everything right from the very beginning. To be fair, they started to talk about these two a year ago, when Ashton and Y/N only met. They were good friends at first, yet, people were constantly asking if they were dating. Perhaps, it was just too noticeable they were always drawn to each other.

In any case, no one had a desire to scream about the romance just yet. Ash and Y/N wanted to keep it private before sharing their little secret to the world. Three months felt more like a year, though, as that’s for how long their feelings were blooming. They moved in together rather quickly, it happened almost naturally and no one even thought it was a rushed decision. Maybe because Y/N was used to stay at his place anyway, before they became a thing.

They met at work, so it was double awkward at first. Y/N was responsible for a creative part of the band’s new album, no one obviously planned to become that close. She preferred to keep her personal life and the job separate, and the guys were always like that, too. After all they were professionals. Ashton was taking it even more seriously than others, that’s why it was so hard for him to make the first move. It was a totally relief, though, when the work was done, and Y/N became more of a friend for everyone. They were constantly going out all together, and that’s when Ashton figured it was the right time to act.

“How about this one?” he entered their bedroom in a black patterned shirt and dark jeans. The guy looked at Y/N in the mirror, while she was doing her hair. 

The album just came out, and the weeks were busy with the press. Apart from music, the band put a lot of effort into a visual part, and as a creative director, Y/N was attending some interviews with the guys to explain the whole art concept behind the album. 

The girl looked at her boyfriend in the mirror, but then turned to Ash and made a short step back to see his outfit fully. The musician was staring at Y/N, waiting for her verdict.

“Uh… I like the first variant better.”

“Really?!” he sighed and threw up the hands in the air, being annoyed he had to change again.

“You look good in this one, too, babe. I just like you in that velvet jacket better,” Y/N shrugged and came back to her hair.

“No, I guess you’re right,” he mumbled, looking at himself in the mirror. “Plus, if I put on a black shirt, it’d be better with the velvet,” Ashton concluded and glanced at Y/N, hoping to hear her opinion again. He was always like that, if the guy was unsure about something, he’d prefer people to tell him the same thing few times. As if he was checking if they were certain.

But Y/N only nodded, focusing on the curling iron.

“Are you nervous?” Ashton sensed her mood immediately and touched the girl’s shoulder. She looked amazing, and the musician made sure she knew that.

“Just a bit,” Y/N said honestly.

“It’ll be alright, sweetheart,” Ashton gently kissed her temple and smiled a bit, looking at her in the mirror. The girl gave him the same warm smile.

It was getting harder to keep everything private, as on the interviews they’d be asked about their relationship all the time, and it was annoying. Of course, managers were giving a set of questions hosts were not allowed to touch, but they couldn’t put them two on the list, otherwise it’d be too obvious.

“When is your car coming?” Y/N asked, when Ash went to the bathroom to change the outfit again.

“In twenty minutes. Yours will be in half an hour. Will you make it?” she heard his voice through the wall.

“Yeah, I’m almost done,” Y/N nodded.

Maybe it was a bit ridiculous, but rather necessary — they were going to the radio station separately to avoid too many questions.

Ashton left home earlier, and Y/N arrived shortly after the band. Introducing each other, the sign “on air” lit up, and the interview has begun. The program was going live on YouTube as well, so the lovebirds were sitting purposely away from each other. Ash was sitting in the end of the couch with Calum, Michael was in the middle, and Y/N was sitting in the corner with Luke. The interview shouldn’t have taken too long, it usually lasted about twenty minutes, so doubtfully anything bad could happen. Y/N sill felt like she was on the edge, but the presence of a friend next to the girl was calming her down. Asking the band few questions, the host drew his attention to her. 

“So, Y/N, tell me how was it working with the guys, how the process looked like? Where did the initiative come from? I know you’ve been working with some amazing musicians in the past, Coldplay, Harry Styles, the list goes on and on. Is the working process always different?”

“Um, yeah,” she smiled and nodded, relaxing a bit, as the question was familiar. The boys turned heads to her, so Ashton thought it was an okay time for him to stare, too. “I was really happy the guys reached out to me, it was exciting. The process is always very different, I mean a lot depends on the music and if, um, an artist already knows in what direction they want to go to, if the music is somewhat ready. With these guys it all went almost naturally,” the boys nodded. “I feel like when we first met, we already got plenty of ideas,” Y/N glanced at Luke, as he was sitting next to her.

“Yeah, that’s true,” he nodded. “I think it was clear from the very begging that we understood each other, you know.”

“Yeah. It was also helpful the guys knew what they wanted to see. It’s harder when someone reaches out to you with no idea or concept. Surely, it’s my job, too, but if someone has no clue, no matter what we start to do, everything would seem wrong.”

“Did you have such experience in the past?” the host continued the conversation. “When the artist would contact you, but have no idea what they wanted from you?”

“Oh, yeah,” Y/N nodded.

“Can you give a name?” everyone started laughing, Y/N shook her head, smiling.

“No… But to be fair, it still can work out in the end. It’s always fun to try different ideas, I feel like we also had really a lot, before sticking to the final visual concept.”

“Yeah, that’s for sure, we tried to be as open as it was possible to the new ideas,” Michael agreed, actively gesticulating like he always did.

“Now, Y/N, we all know what’s happening on the Internet, so I just have to ask you and Ash if there is something going on between you, guys?” the host was smiling wide, clearly trying to get the truth from them, and Y/N only hoped she wasn’t blushing.

“I’m as single as it can be,” Ashton joked and smiled, being obviously annoyed.

“Alright, you heard this first on the radio! Y/N? Do you have someone special in your life?”

Y/N had no idea how these questions were related to 5SOS and the album, but she only smiled, ignoring a little sting she got when Ash answered the question first.

“I’m single, too. I know it’s a rather boring answer, but I’m currently focusing on my projects and, well, love comes when it comes,” she nodded with a smile, and the girl could swear she felt a tension that was growing between her and Ash running through poor Luke and Michael in the middle. To be fair, Ashton was first, who answered in a particular way. He could just say they were friends. But she was also certain that they both hated to lie. They just had to. Y/N continued. “We’re all good friends, we care about each other and, I guess, maybe someone just got a wrong idea because of that,” she shrugged.

“Alright, just friends then,” the host nodded and continued the interview, which all of a sudden became more of torture.

As about five minutes left, they started to play a game “who is more likely to”. The questions were quite innocent and simple, so everyone finally relaxed and were answering openly, fooling around time to time.

“Okay, next question,” the host said, smiling. “Who is more of a mom in your group?”

“Ashton,” Michael said right away.

“Yeah, Ashton…” Calum mumbled, thinking. “Although, I’d say Y/N was taking his place– “

“Yeah, I actually agree,” Luke giggled. “Y/N is more caring, would always bring snacks or ask if we drink enough water...”

Ash chuckled and nodded, remembering a story he actually did not need to tell on the radio.

“That’s definitely Y/N,” he looked at her, smiling and trying to hold giggles. “Remember, when we just woke up the other day and…”

Everything happened as if in a slow motion. Y/N kept smiling, trying to hide the horror on her face. Calum’s eyes widened, and Michael glanced at Ash to give him a hint to shut up. Luke hurried up to interrupt and save the day.

“Oh, yes, we were renting that house for a while to isolate ourselves from the civilization and just focus on music and art, and the other morning we went downstairs, Y/N was already there, making breakfast for everyone. That was rather sweet.”

Y/N nodded with a smile, deciding to go with that story, even though it had never happened. It still wasn’t too far from the reality, she was caring by her nature, indeed. And the girl definitely was coming to the studio with some snacks for everyone before.

“Yeah, that was sweet,” Calum nodded, supporting a lie. Ashton just kept smiling and nodding, feeling like an idiot. Until the end of the interview he preferred to stay silent and answer only when he was asked directly.

“Well, that was really close,” Calum commented, taking a seat in a car next to others. They were going to have another interview, so Y/N was coming with them.

“I know,” Ashton sighed. “Thanks a lot, mate,” he glanced at Luke.

“That’s alright, I think it all worked in the end,” the guy nodded with a supportive smile.

Everyone agreed with him, having no idea that meanwhile the fans were analyzing the video from the live interview and talking about Ashton’s and everyone else’s reaction when he almost told a story about him and Y/N waking up together.

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5SOS Stories I Liked

Hi, I decided to make a little list of stories posted by other writers that I enjoyed reading the most. It's important to support your favourites, it brings inspiration even in the darkest days ♡ The list will be constantly updated.

Note: it's sorted from the newest for me to the oldest.

Ashton Irwin

Life Choices by @absolutewhore101

Moodswings by @littledrummeraussie

Broken Trust and Broken Hearts by @suchalonelysunflower

Calum Hood

thursday’s for the boys. by @littledrummeraussie

Had My Chances by @suchalonelysunflower

a year of almost by @emmyhem

Luke Hemmings

Wedding Bells by @suchalonelysunflower

You Are What You Love by @suchalonelysunflower

Helping Petunia by @talkfastromance4

Michael Clifford

any recommendations?

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Prompt List – NEW –

Hi-hello, requests are finally open again! I made a longer prompt list this time; as always, you don't have to use it – only if you want to ♡

I'll write for: 5SOS, Stray Kids, BTS. I don’t mind to try to write for other fandoms if I’m familiar with them ♡

Prompt List:

“I can’t fall asleep without you by my side.”

“I don’t know what we are anymore.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Write my name next to yours.”

“Please, remember me.”

“Stay?”

“Stop promising. It’ll hurt so much once you break the promise.”

“I know that you’re hurting.”

“I’m sick of begging for the things that should be normal.”

“Just trust me." — “Oh, I’m trying to, really hard right now."

“Do you wanna go out sometime?”

“I can’t do this any longer.”

“You’re not useless.”

“When are you going to come back?”

“Why are you asking this?”

“I would like to hug you right now.”

“Why did you come?”

“Who the hell hurt you so bad?”

“I didn’t mean to fall in love with you. It just kind of happened.”

“So, we’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“We’re... just friends.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Home is so lonely without you.”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend they’re you.”

“Would you finally acknowledge my feelings for you if I kiss you right now? You’re so bad at taking hints.”

“Where’s the smile? They’re going to think I'm holding you hostage.”

“You saved me." — “It’s not a big deal.” — “No. You saved me.”

“Did you hear that?"

“Come on, let's get you home.”

“I understand. I missed my chance.”

“It's been a long day. I'm tired.”

“This is not where I’m supposed to be.”

“I'm sorry, I forgot. I forgot to tell you.”

“What am I supposed to be, impressed?”

"I kissed you.” — “I know, I was there."

“I’d rather end it all tonight.”

“Sorry, just figured you’d want some company.”

“Most people in my life leave.”

“You don’t need to do this if you don’t want to.”

I’m fine with writing about almost everything except smut and poly relationships.

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