#calum burb

A/N: Based on This is on you by Maisie Peters

Pairing: Y/N & Calum Hood

Word Count: 640

Warning(s): swearing

Your friends convinced you to go out after being depressed and broken up with for over 4 months. It was never really a relationship per se. It was more of a booty-call thing, not necessarily meaning sex. He would phone you when a girl stood him up and he needed a pick-me-up, or when he went out and his friends never came. He’d always say he hated everyone and how he wished you were there because it turns out it’s not fun going solo.

Through all the issues at work and the fights with his father. You were there for him, acting as his therapist. Giving him the answers that he wanted and him giving you the attention that you craved. You didn’t care that he never asked about you or your life, or asked if it was okay that he’d call you up at three in the morning just to complain about something in his life. It wasn’t fair how he took you for granted, but you still stuck around. Somewhere inside you, you still believed he would change and that he would finally pick you. That he would realise that he loved you too or even liked you like you liked him but alas he never did. After all, you were his ‘best friend’ for over 10 years. Still, he traded you in like it was nothing. His newfound fame, his new friends, the attention that he now got from other people, like you never meant anything to him.

And so here you were out and about and ready to let go. You finally learned that you don’t need that toxicity in your life. It was okay for you that he picked someone else. Everyone always chooses the wrong people for themselves. After all, you picked him.

You were having the time of your life. You didn’t look like a snack, you looked like a whole damn meal. Your friends kept complimenting you and you definitely appreciated the boost they gave you. You were all singing along with the songs the DJ played, especially songs about female empowerment and independence, and drinking cocktails till you couldn’t see straight. And then you felt the need to go to the bathroom. During this lonesome bathroom break, you realised just how tipsy you were and thought it was a great idea to check your phone.

You had a bunch of texts from Calum saying that you needed to call him back ASAP. And with the state you were in you dialled his number.

“Hi Y/N?”

“Yes. Hi.”

“Oh my God, where are you right now? Me and the guys went out for drinks and now I’m super drunk and I went outside and I lost everyone. I’m outside a club in SoHo, uhm Club 49 or something, I think. And then I thought about how you live in London, right. So you must know where I am because I can’t take a taxi because Ashton has my wallet and coat and everything and it’s like super cold and I can’t go back in because Ashton has my wallet which has my ID.” He finally stopped rambling.

“Now you want to be friends? Who gave it all, and held you up when nobody else gave a fuck? Who bailed you out? That was all me. Who was your biggest fan and oldest friend? Your steady hand, you traded me in. I still stuck around and that was all me. But this is on you. It’s your bed, babe, it’s your funeral. I did my best, babe, and you threw it all away and you need me now but I’m clocking out. This is on you.” And with that, I hung up. He could go fuck himself and you went back to your friends to have fun and regret it in the morning.