#calum hood fanfic
Here’s your post for what would have happened in a sequel to my Calum Hood fanfic #7,because I won’t be writing one.
- Calum moves to a different state for college
- Ember’s in her last year of high school
- They only see each other a few times a month
- They get in a huge fight about Ember being insecure and thinking that he’s not cheating but losing interest in Ember and talking/flirting with other girls
- They take a small break and Ember’s gets depressed during that break, Cal beats himself up over not showing her enough affection, etc.
- Ember starts to get morning sickness, and her period is late, so she takes a pregnancy test and…
- She’s pregnant
- She tells Calum the next time he’s in town, he freaks out, but in a good way, they get back together and make up and all is well
- He decides to take the rest of the semester off and move back home to help her out even if that means losing his scholarship
- Both of their parent’s were shocked but willing to help them
- Lucy was ecstatic to be an aunt
- They raise little December (that’s the month she’s a born in, and it’s like Calum and Ember’s names together)
- When Ember graduates she gets a music scholarship to the same school as Calum
- He proposes to her in the cutest way you can imagine , she says yes ofc
- They get married, it’s a tiny wedding, just family and close friends
- Tyler is Cal’s best man
- Kim, Jess, and Mali-Koa are Embers bridesmaids
- Cal and Ember move in together in a tiny one-bedroom apartment that they can barely afford
- money is tight and they have to ask their parents for help every once in awhile, but they’re happy nonetheless
- “Calum! Stop taking pictures of us!”
- “But babeeeeeee you two look so adorable!”
- They have more kids in the future and move into a cute house and have lots of dogs because Calum is a puppy lovin’ guy
- And they live happily ever after, the end.
A/N:
I think I switched tenses in there a bunch of times but you get the general idea.
Give it some notes!
Until next time (the revival of Forgotten Memories)
-Hannahxx
Josie’s P.O.V.
I was greeted in a commotion of people, a mixture of fans and paps who had just found my location after days of hiding.
According to a girl standing amongst the barricaded fans, I had been caught in one of Alex’s wedding photos and they had known since the wedding was over that I’d be back in town for my album release any day now, and they were right.
But once airport security led me outside, I had been forced to enter a car waiting in the front lot, not being able to go anywhere else without a crowd following, but I complied hearing the driver say that Kate sent him.
Before even arriving home, the driver immediately took me to her office. I hadn’t checked my phone since my last argument with Luke the day before, so only God knows what she has in store for me.
Once I entered the building, instead of being greeted with the bright faces of some of the workers, they gave me small smiles, others gave me puzzled looks as if they didn’t expect to see me for some odd reason. The most memorable one was small whisper of “good luck” that Kate’s secretary gave to me before leading me to her room. But entering it was an entirely new playing field.
“You didn’t answer your phone. Hell, you didn’t even have your phone on for the past few weeks. I was running your social media every single day bullshitting whatever the fuck I could until I finally got a hold of you!” She yelled once the doors closed behind me
“You act like you don’t control my social media accounts even when I am on my phone,” I rolled my eyes unphased by her attitude
“You haven’t checked your accounts at all, have you?” She groaned before tossing her phone at me
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I basically yelled back at the sudden hit of her phone
“Look at it! Look what you’ve fucking missed!”
When my eyes finally averted to the screen, it showed the picture that Jason had been threatening for weeks now to expose, the picture that Luke had seen the day before, the picture that ruined everything between us. But I had no emotion towards any more. I wasn’t hurt that he had leaked it, I knew it was going to happen one way or another, he wanted his fame and he got it. But I know that is not at all how Kate feels about it.
"So?“ I shrugged in annoyance turning her phone off and tossing it on one of her couches
"So? What do you mean so? Your album release is literally days away! You’re supposed to be the golden child right now! Not the slutty pop star!” She yelled in aggravation as I just sighed
"You’re my publicist, fix it,“ was all I said to her before finally leaving. She was not finished with me, as I opened the door to her office, she was still yelling, but I couldn’t care less. Her screams were mumbles to me at this point. All I could focus on was how every step away from her carried me closer to my bed, and I needed sleep more than anything at this point. I had slept on the plane ride back, but I was still drained, mentally and physically. Everything was dull around me for the time being, there was nothing I could handle with my full capabilities, it was like my strength has left the second my plane boarded for lift off in the East Coast. But I guess that’s how all break ups are.
I’ll get over it, I know I will. I have to.
Luke’s P.O.V.
No one had spoken to me after Calum left my room that morning. To be quite fair, I didn’t put myself out there to start any conversations. On the plane ride to Sydney, Calum and Michael spoke with each other, Ashton had his head phones in, and Julia was sleeping. But being in the same cabin with all of them was never so restless. I couldn’t look at Calum without thinking about how angry he was at me, knowing how Michael is, I know he is just as mad at me. I couldn’t look at Ashton without remembering how he kissed Julia right in front of me, how both of them looked so surprised to see me walking into my own band mates room. It made me think about how long they’ve been keeping their relationship a secret behind my back, had it even been as far as when I was almost in love with her?
I told her everything, what if she told them in return?
As I sat in my seat, all I could notice was the amount of lies floating around in front of me. Calum and Michael were mad but they didn’t know the truth. Ashton and Julia betrayed my trust by not telling me the truth. And here I was, alone because I finally faced the truth.
Nothing good ever comes out with honesty, I guess. You expose yourself to the fact of the matter, but no one is ever the winner after that.
Ashton’s P.O.V.
Once we landed in Sydney, everyone went their separate ways meeting up with their parents, but since Julia’s couldn’t make it, I offered to take her back home with which she responded with much refusal.
"It’s fine, Ashton, be with your family, I’m going to take taxi,” she excused herself
"My mom would never forgive me if I told her I let you go off on your own,“ I reasoned
"Then don’t tell her,” she spoke back with sass in her voice as she lugged her suitcase around to the front of the airport
"Julia, just let me take you home,“ I sighed
"No,” she stated plainly before going onto her phone to call for transportation, but I took it out of her hands before she could speak
“Ashton! Don’t be annoying, I’m calling a fucking taxi, alright!” She exclaimed, catching me off guard at the aggressiveness of her tone
"Why are you so pissed off? Can’t we just talk about it on the drive back to your place?“ I asked
"That’s why I don’t want you to take me home, I don’t want to talk, not now.” She explained, but I couldn’t accept that.
If we didn’t talk now, she would come up with some other excuse to why she was feeling this way to spare my emotions, but for once, I needed her to say exactly how she was feeling now, no matter how much it could hurt me. I’m tired of all these games, all the different stories, I needed something real with her, and I needed it now.
‘We have to do it sooner or later!” I basically yelled, clearly agitated by her attitude. But the fact that we were in a crowded airport did not help my case. My voice caught the attention of many onlookers trying to figure out why the hell I was yelling, but that also drew focus on me. It wasn’t long before some fans caught a glimpse of me and began circling around us trying to ask for a picture without being rude.
“Great, now look what you’ve done,” She mumbled before pulling her suitcase to her side to begin walking
The fans had made a clear exit for her by spreading themselves to leave a pathway for Julia to walk through, but I couldn’t let her go now. Despite the growing crowd, I had followed behind her, ensuing a brisk walk from the fans also trailing behind us.
“Just leave me alone, Ashton,” She said trying to shoo me away, but I couldn’t take that
“Not after we talk,” I argued as she continued to quicken her pace
It wasn’t long before some girls began to grow impatient at this waiting game, so I heard my name being called multiple times behind me. The first time, I said to give me a second, but all the rest, I unintentionally ignored. I zoned a lot of the voices out except for Julia, since she was all that mattered right about now.
“You have people to attend to,” She told me as an excuse as I scoffed
“You only have one person to attend to and you can’t even do that,” I retorted before almost running face first into a celphone forced in front of my face for a selfie. I had to physically stop myself at that point so I didn’t bump into anyone. I knew at my frame, if I kept going, I was bound to hurt someone on accident which the tabloids would eat up. I quickly took pictures, while trying to keep my eye on Julia who was still making her way to the pick up area at the airport were cabs would wait, but I lost her in the sea of people in front of me.
“I’m sorry, I’m really trying to talk to that girl again,” I apologized to the fans as a lot of them sighed. Seeing the sadness in their faces, made me second guess my words though. As I was just going to continue taking pictures of them, airport secuirty began to force their way through before asking everyone to disperse. They told me that they had my car waiting in the front being fully aware of the commotion that our band would be today, so I obliged not wanting to start anymore trouble. As I was led to the front of the airport, I spotted Julia there calling for a taxi.
Julia’s P.O.V.
I was waving for a cab over and over again just trying to get the hell out of this location, but I could hear Ashton and his fans coming closer and closer to the airport exit. I quickly ordered an uber, knowing that if taxis weren’t an option, uber was just as reliable. I was right seeing as there was a huge line up of drivers near the airport to pick up people arriving or departing. It only took seconds for the car to arrive right in front of me. The driver was even nice enough to bring my suitcase into the trunk.
“Hi, is this for Julia?” I asked him as he nodded
I smiled slightly to be polite before opening the car door. I looked to my right, watching the hoard of fans nearing closer to me just before entering, but the second I turned left, I found Ashton sitting right next to me.
Josie’s POV
I didn’t sleep that night, although he left when I closed my eyes, I was wide awake. I just couldn’t bare the fact that he would see me crying again. I had cried so many times in front of him, cried so many times for him.
I know he could tell that I was about to, I saw the remorse on his face the second I heard his beginnings to his “it’s over” speech, making my eyes start to water knowing the end was near. And boy had it been a long journey to this final destination.
I understood where he was coming from, we had both experienced such great trials and tribulations throughout our relationship, while I had seen them as milestones only leading us towards a higher place in our relationship, I guess he didn’t see them the same way. Just before this, it felt like there had been peace in the world for once, at least for us.
But then of course life had to get in the way. There’s always something in the way for us, which is why I understand him. It was never a clear path set for us, all we knew is that we loved each other, but sometimes it just isn’t enough.
Hours had passed and the sun had risen, but I was still here, not feeling bothered to move, even though I knew I had to. I was far too embarrassed to let anyone else see the pain in myself any longer. They had all seen me graveling at Luke’s door hoping that he’d let me in like he always did, but this was different. He had let me in just as quick as he had left.
So before anyone else had woken up I forced myself to sit up, throwing my legs over the side of the bed to stand up after. The sun had just rose above the horizon line allowing me some time since I know that no one ever woke up this early, especially not after an intense night like last. It was 6 am and not a sound could be heard on our floor except for the sound of my feet lightly stepping onto the floor with each step. I entered Luke’s room slowly and quietly before coming over to my suitcase to pack my belongings.
I saw Calum sleeping in Luke’s bed, but Luke was nowhere to be found. Until I looked outside. On the balcony, he sat on a chair facing the view, making it unclear whether he was awake or not, but I definitely saw the glasses of alcohol that he had slightly piled next to him. I opened the balcony doors as if this was my final goodbye to him for today, but to my luck, he was still asleep. In the process of opening the door though, a creaking noise was created in an opening in the wooden frame making him start to fumble around in his sleep. I could see his body start to slouch in an even more uncomfortable position that he was already in thanks to the plastic lawn chair that he sat in, and I could tell that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself up much longer in his state since it became evident that he was slowly falling over. Just before the weight of his body completely fell over, I caught him, making him lean on mine as his longer arm draped over my shoulder.
“Jo?” He mumbled as he tried to pick himself back up, but the wobbling of his legs signaled to me that he was definitely still a little tipsy from the drinks he had just hours before
“We gotta get you into bed, love,” I spoke without thinking letting my little nickname of his slip out. But to my surprise he greeted it with a warm welcome, even though his words were slightly slurred.
“I love it when you call me love, love,” He giggled taking one step at a time to his bed before I plopped him onto it making Calum stir a little in his sleep. The second he had settled himself into bed, I could see his eyes start to droop even more before he finally began to snore. But the movements began to wake Calum up as he found me sitting next to Luke.
“I know you do, Luke,” I sighed pulling the blanket over him.
“Jo?” Calum questioned sleepily to me
“Take care of him, Cal, okay?” I asked him before gently placing my hand on Luke’s face to remove a blonde strand that had fallen onto his forehead
“Where are you going?” He asked as I shrugged
“Back home, I got an album to release,” I shook wiping the single tear from my cheek at the sight of Luke. It had all gotten too real. I tried to make it seem like a joke, but I couldn’t hold in the pain for much longer.
“Can’t you stay? He’ll come back to his senses, I know he will, he’ll be back to loving you in the morning,” He tried to reason with me
“I know he loves me, I have no doubt in that, but sometimes, things just don’t happen in the best way. We were never going to work out, we had too much shit in each other’s lives to handle a relationship like ours. I understand that now,” I replied still caressing his face in mine because I lacked the strength to let go, but Calum’s words helped me do so.
“I’ll make sure he’s alright, Josie,” He said not willing to fight back anymore
“Thank you, Cal,” I looked at him before grabbing my things and leaving. It was a long way back home. A 7 hour flight across the country which wasn’t too horrendous considering I had done much longer hours on a plane for other reasons before. But I was asleep for all 7 of those hours not willing to face the reality that surrounded me. The second I landed though, an even bigger nightmare had just begun.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Josie’s P.O.V.
Every one told me to go back inside, hell, even the hotel staff asked me to because of the pity they felt. But I stayed. I was sat on the floor, leaning my head against the wall next to the door in case he decided to open the door any time soon.
“Josie, you know him, he’s not gonna open up for hours,” Calum looked down at me, but I didn’t bother to look at him. I blocked him out even. I stared at the wallpaper in front of me, the mustard yellow hinted with whites of floral stayed engraved in my mind for the time being, not what happened an hour before, not the words that Calum told me now.
“And you know me,” I replied to him simply. He shrugged in defeat.
“I’ll order you breakfast in the morning then,” He finally ended before going back into his room.
And here I stayed.
Luke’s P.O.V.
I didn’t know what I was doing in that room, it’s what everyone expected of me. It’s what I expected of me. But I knew it was better to lock myself up before anything else happens. It keeps me in and everyone else out, great motto to live by right?
I found myself thinking, not thinking, just soaking in my past. All the good, the bad, the Josie which was always accompanied by both. Was it even worth it anymore? Everything with her has been up and down since the beginning. It’s so much easier to just forget about it. I’m so fucking tired of looking dumb, of feeling used.
If she is telling the truth, even if she does have a good defense for what happened. We’re still no good for each other. I think I finally understand that now. We’ve never been good for each other, we know each other too well both personal and public lives. Neither of us can admit it, but the fame will always get in the way. We could never be one of those couples to just fall in love for the hell of it, there are always strings attached. Always.
So this is me, finally getting off of the bed, lifting my head from my hands and taking a final breath before leaving. With the hours passing by, I seemed to have collected myself enough to take the first few steps, but the second I opened the door, I saw her. She sat there, head leaning against the wall, eyes shut, and slow breaths escaping her mouth.
Peaceful. Beautiful. Like always. I thought
But I didn’t fall at her feet like I used to.
We’re bad for each other. Everyone knows it. I thought reinforcing my mindset
I took another breath. But a different one. A calm one.
I lifted her up gently, feeling her rustle a bit in my arms before hearing her mumble a quiet.
“I’m sorry,”
“Me too.” I said back before placing her in bed
I laid the blanket on top of her, squatting down to eye level with her before kissing her forehead. My lips were pressed on hers for a lot longer than I intended.
“Don’t act like you’re saying goodbye, Luke,” she whispered. I could see the water start to form in her sleepy eyes.
Even she knew.
“I have to,” That broke her.
I kept my face stone, knowing that if I broke too, she would never let me leave.
“But I love you, you know that?” I said trying to make things better, but the tear falling down her cheek proved my failure
“I know,” She said weakly
“I love you too,” She said wiping the tear from her face
“I know.”
I kissed her forehead one last time before leaving, but I could feel her hands tense up to mine as if she couldn’t let go. But she did.
I left the room, heading over to mine, where Calum was situated now since I basically kicked him out of his own room. He was sleeping, of course, it was about 4 am by now, but he woke up to me rustling near him next to the complimentary alcohol that the inn provided us with.
“I swear to God, if you make me leave another bed tonight, I’m going to punch you so hard, Luke,” He grumbled into his pillow expecting me to do just what he had said
“You’re good, Cal, you can stay there,” I said back picking up the single bottle of Corona left in the room, opening it to make the popping noise, which made Calum look up at me
“You alright, bro?” He asked rolling over in his bed to pay better attention to me
“No-not really, but shit happens, it’s life,” I spewed out whatever nonsense I could before letting the beer drip down my throat in a second of relief. I started walking outside onto the balcony wear I found my permanent spot on a lawn chair overlooking the outside world. The cool air breezed through and even through the storm, everything felt calm for once, even after everything that had just happened
“You know damn well a single bottle of beer isn’t gonna solve your problems,” Calum sighed, rubbing his eyes as he started to get used to his surroundings after waking up
“I know, that’s why I brought his friend, Grey Goose with me,” I smirked signaling to the other bottle of vodka that I had placed next to me before downing a shot of that too.
Besides, I wasn’t using alcohol to escape for once. I did it to actually allow myself to let loose. Not in a care free way, but a relief. An actual fresh breath of air where there was nothing in my mind. This was all for me, for once, I was doing it because of me.
“That isn’t what I meant, Luke,” He said a little more sternly as he took a seat next to me
“You and Josie are something else, whatever happened, I’m sure you two will work it out,” He attempted to reassure me
“Not this time,” I shook my head feeling the alcohol starting to rush to my head
“She was waiting at your door all night, wouldn’t leave for anything. Trust me, we all tried to get her to go back inside since you weren’t letting her in. She loves you, and you love her back.”
“I ended it,” I cut him off before he continued his rant
“Y-you what? What did she even do to make you break up with her?” He asked seemingly appalled by my decision
“It wasn’t what she did, we’re just- we’re bad for each other. All we ever do is get into drama whether it’s inside our bubble or in the public eye. What we have isn’t healthy. You saw how much shit I got into because of our last break up. You can’t say that I’m wrong because you experienced it with me, every mood swing, every break down, I loved her too much, but we just weren’t made for each other.” I explained letting my mind roam free now that the burning liquid had finally allowed for a clear passage in my head
“As your friend, I should respect your decision, but that was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. You were made for each other, even during the time you hated her, you were head over heels in love with her. She never stopped loving you regardless of how much bullshit you two have been through. Of course times are going to get tough, that’s just our lives now. But the best thing about you two is that you both understood how it would be. Even now, I’m guessing she didn’t fight for you to stay in that room with her because she understands that it’s hard being with a person like her, a person just like you. I’m hoping the alcohol helps you come to your senses in the morning without a huge hangover so you can go back to her and explain just why you two are so right for each other. But if it doesn’t and this is how you want to end it, then I will respect your decision, not because I want to, but because I know I have to.” He said making me feel the annoyance in his voice because of what I did.
Maybe he was right, maybe I was wrong. But even with the drinks, his words didn’t phase me. I truly believe I did the right thing. There are so many better options for the both of us, options that don’t include this much shit, this many problematic people in our lives. It would be so much simpler if we weren’t together anymore, and that is why I finalized my decision. I did it to better the both of us no matter how much it hurt. Sometimes you have to let go in order for something greater to come along.
MAJOR *Trigger Warning*: Mention of Rape, Drug abuse and swearing
Summary: A night out with everyone at the club, doesn’t end that well for Y/N
Wordcount: 1.859 words
Pairing: Y/N and Calum
I am sorry that the ending seems kind of rushed but I did not want this to get to long lol
Y/N P.O.V.
I yawned. Not going to lie I was really getting a little tired. That is just what comes with being the driver. While everyone else slowly started drawing energy from the alcohol that entered their system, you were stuck with your virgin drink. Not to mention the fact that they were bad, way too sugary, and overpowered with flavour. It was time for you to order something else. Luckily, you were waiting close to the bar anyway, waiting for your boyfriend to come back from the toilet. Whatever he was doing there was taking him forever and you decided to use this chance.
“Hey, can I get a Red bull?” you shouted at the barkeeper behind the huge bar. You had to stand on your tippy-toes to even get close to his ear. “Of course! Do you want a glass with it?” he shouted back, even louder than you considering he was quite a few meters further away from you. “Yes, please.” you supported your quite answer with a nod. He disappeared for a minute before coming back with the small can and a glass. “There you go, that be-” before he could even finish his sentence you showed hi the tiny card you had gotten at the entrance. You were supposed to show that to everyone at the bar to make sure that they wrote all the drinks onto your VIP desk. The guy behind the bar just nodded quickly before saying something that you did not understand and heading off to the next person waiting to order. After pouring the whole can of Red bull into your glass, you turned around looking around the club. Seeing a part of your friends on the dancefloor and part of the still on the red sofas around the little desk in the very corner of the Back. Also known as the VIP Section. Before looking at the hallway that led to the toilets you took a huge sip of your Red Bull. The Energy was kicking in right away – okay, not that fast but it sure was helping.
Looking at said Hallway, still no sign from my boyfriend. “Did he not see me?” I thought to myself while taking another Sip of my Drink. Looking up from my Glass, everything suddenly went blurry and I felt as if I had 10 shots of tequila. After that everything is just a blur…
Calum P.O.V.
After finally making my way back to the Booth from the Bathroom I sat down next to Ashton. Setting my Drink down on the table, I looked up at him to start a senseless conversation, before realizing he looked really confused, I guess.
“Hey, Ash everything al-” I started meaning to ask him if everything is okay, but he interrupted me. “Hey Cal, have you seen Y/N?” he asked, still focusing on something in the distance. “Uhm no… I went to the toilet and she was waiting for me close to the Bar, but when I came back and she was not there I figured she just went dancing with the other girls or something like that. I was about to try and find her in all these people.” I said, confused as to why he was asking me this and trying to follow his glance.
“Oh,” he stated quietly, “I was just wondering because… Calum please don’t hate me, I am just trying to make sure you are okay”
“Spit it out, Ash!” I spit harsher than I meant to, he was acting really, weirdly.
“Well… before you came back from the toilet. She left the Club with this Guy and she looked really drunk so maybe she isn’t even in her mind right now, but like…” Ashton kept talking trying to make up some theories as to why she left the bar but I didn’t even hear him anymore. My Mind was racing, why would she? What did I miss? until it clicked.
“Ashton!” I nearly screamed, to stop him from talking. He looked confused. “Ashton, she is certainly not drunk. She did not drink a single sip of alcohol tonight! She is driving and I trust her with that. Especially with what happened to her best friend. She was one hundred Percent not drunk. Something must be wrong!” I panicked.
“Wait what? What do you mean?” Ashton asked confused.
“Ash, her fucking Best Friend died in a car accident because of a drunk driver! Y/N sure as hell would never drink alcohol when she is the driver, it took her long enough to drink it anyway again.” I was still panicking, scanning the whole club about a hundred times, trying to find her beautiful Face in the crowd. Where was she?
“Oh… Well then, we must figure out what happened! They definitely left the Club, let us go!” Ashton jumped up taking me by the arm with him. We made our way through the crowd as fast as possible, still reaching the door not as fast as I would have liked to.
The warm air hitting me outside of the club did not even bother me. I looked around, panicked. A few people were waiting in line to get into the club, some were waiting for a ride home I believe and then there were a few just smoking or even making out. But what I did not see was Y/N. “Where the hell did she go, I swear if this guy is doing anything to her I-” Ash interrupted my thoughts. “C’mon Cal. I asked the Security Guards and they are quite sure they saw them going to the back of the building. One of them is going to go with us, just to make sure you know.” he explained while we were already rounding the corner. This small alley in front of us was just poorly lit and there was not anything but the big Trashcans belonging to the Club. I tried to scan the whole area with my eyes while walking further into it.
“Is that her?” the tall security guard asked and pointed to a small figure sitting on the floor in between the trash cans. I did not even answer him and just hurried to her side.
“Fuck, Y/N what happened,“ I asked trying to get her up, but she could not keep standing. She could not even hold her own head up.
“Calum, please say it’s you” she whispered slowly, tears running down her already drenched face.
“Yes, it’s me! It is okay I am here now! It’s going to be okay!” I cooed while holding her and trying to get all her hair out of her face.
“I’m going to call an ambulance! I have seen this before it looks like drug abuse and maybe even rape” the security guard spoke up.
My mind was spinning. What did he just say? Rape? Drug abuse? I mean there is something in her system that makes her this lifeless, I guess. But drugs, fuck. I took a closer look at the small figure lying halfway on my lap. Her Make-Up was all over the place, you could for sure see the tears that have streamed and were still streaming down her face. Her Top was so close to showing her whole cleavage and I pushed it back up again quickly before anyone else saw her like that. Her jeans were surely ripped open because the button was missing and the zipper broke. The rip reached down to her knees. “Holy shit, what did that guy do to you, I am so sorry!” I whispered into Y/Ns hair, pulling her even closer to me.
A few minutes later the ambulance had arrived and the two paramedics had already taken her into the truck.
“You can sit over here, mister. Are you a Friend?” the woman said pointing to a chair.
“Uhm yes, actually her boyfriend” it took me a while to answer her because I just could not take my eyes off my girlfriend’s body, laying on the stretcher. With the extremely bright light in the ambulance, I was now able to see everything. The red marks on her wrists, neck, and other parts over her body that usually only I get to see. I could just tell that most of them would turn all kinds of colours in the next days. Her light blue jeans were not only broken, but also dirty around the knee area, from falling or staying on the ground. I bet her knees were also red.
She just looked so scared and tired. Luckily, she was slowly falling asleep while the two women were hooking her up to all kinds of machines, undressing her and taking pictures of all the marks. For evidence, I figured.
“Okay, Mr.?,” “Hood,” I said. “Okay, Mr. Hood. We will take your girlfriend to the hospital to run some tests. To figure out what she was drugged with and if she was raped. You can take her home afterward if you would like to. She should probably just not be alone for a few days, considering the trauma that an incident like this can cause.” the paramedic explained to me.
“Yes of course! Thank you.” I even smiled at her, even though I did absolutely not feel like smiling right now. More like a mixture of crying, screaming, and breaking something, but I had to stay calm, for my girl.
I took way to long at the Hospital for my likings. While I was waiting the police arrived and the lady at the entrance directed them towards me. The asked all kinds of questions and I answered them as correctly as possible. They thanked me and headed for the front desk lady asking her for a sample. Finally, a nurse came out of the big screen doors, coming my way.
“Are you here for,” she looked down at the clipboard she was holding, “Y/N Y/L/N?” she asked.
“Yes, yes I am. Is everything okay?”
“Yes, well I mean as okay as it can be in her situation. The drug that was used on her is still in her system though and she isn’t really ready to get up or move, so we would like to keep her overnight until she is fully awake again.” the nurse explained.
“Of course! Can I see her?” I asked.
“Yes, please follow me.” She led me through the hallway to one of the rooms. Y/N was lying in the bed, sleeping peacefully. I stayed with her the whole night only being able to sleep a few hours. The next morning, she woke up extremely confused over what happened. I explained everything to her and the quietly admitted to remembering some parts again, tears rolling down her face again. After getting the approval from the doctor I took her home and spent all day bringing her food to bed and lots of cuddling while she was trying to get over what happened last night. I was positive that it would still take her a few months, even years to fully recover from this night, but I was here to stay and help her with it.
it’s been a hot minute since i’ve been here. let me share something i wrote and never finished three years ago :) p.s. this is about calum
He brought the fresh cigarette to his lips while his other hand fumbled for the lighter in the right pocket of his leather jacket. It was his favorite lighter, a Bic adorning a sad shade of blue. He didn’t have an explanation for why he liked it. He inhaled after lighting, allowing his stress and anxiety to lift from his chest as if it had never been there at all.
Calum missed his old life sometimes. He missed the idea of a promising career. He missed his happiness. College hadn’t fit, and after that, it felt as though nothing would fit. He couldn’t keep a single relationship without fucking something up, so when the tables were turned, he spiraled. His feet took him to the city by his hometown. Even home didn’t feel like home.
His ears were deceiving him—he hoped they were. Soft sniffs sounded from down the sidewalk, and he noticed the hunched figure through the frosted glass of the bus stop shelter. He would have ignored it if it weren’t for the fact that it was his bus stop too.
“Sorry,” Calum mumbled as he joined the figure. He didn’t even give them a quick glance, nor another apology for smoking around them when they were clearly upset. He didn’t care about anyone else’s feelings except for his own. At least not yet.
“’S’fine, don’t—” The person cut themselves off, and for a second, he didn’t want to figure out why. “Calum?”
He gazed over for a second, then away, and then back over again. Your name fell from his lips.
You were hugging yourself, your arms covered in a thin sweater while your bare legs were crossed over each other to hide from the cold. While a weak smile had stretched on your lips, your cheeks were flushed, chapped, and slick from tears.
“Crazy,” he breathed out. “I just—um, I just saw Chris tonight.”
You furrowed your eyebrows together, lips falling into a frown.
“From History.”
“From History!” you exclaimed, your voice dry and hoarse. “How’s he?”
Calum nodded and flicked some ash from his cigarette. “Good. Engaged.”
Your eyes had locked onto his cigarette, and you had lost your smile once again. “You smoke?”
He smoked. He smoked every damn day, and he knew you wouldn’t have suspected. Looking down at the nearly finished cigarette, he muttered out, “I’m a social smoker.”
“It’s—” You chuckled softly. “It’s just us, Calum.”
“Yeah,” he replied with a nod. Caught red-handed. “Just—"
You turned your body towards him, eager and happy to see him after all those years.
“Why are you out here?” he asked suddenly. “Alone?” He was tired of seeing your grin rise and fall, but he wanted to know. He remembered the bubbly spirit you were in high school, and now, you were no longer recognizable. And he wondered if you felt the same.
You shrugged, steadily breathing in, shakily breathing out. “Partner kicked me out,” you whispered. You were trying to smile again but failed. “Two years of my life. Wasted.” The tears had long since dried, and your voice no longer wavered.
Calum already felt like he understood you. After many years, you were sitting together under a random bus shelter, a mess of emotions fluttering around in your brains. But, then it hit him. “You—do you not have anywhere to stay?”
“I mean—” you began, once again trying to calm your breath. “I can call a friend.”
He nodded.
“But I don’t really have many friends.”
“Jesus,” Calum muttered. He had forgotten about his cigarette for a little too long. With a sigh, he tossed it to the ground and ground it into the cement. He believed in fate, and he often followed whatever gut intuition called him at the time. Now, all he could think about was you being homeless for the night. He wanted to help you; he used to practically be in love with you. “I have a couch. It’s not the prettiest couch, but it’s decent.”
“Are you offering me to stay with you?” you asked. Your teeth were starting to chatter, and your lips were a dark purple.
He nodded. He needed you to agree faster. He needed you to agree now.
“That’s very nice of you.” Your voice was hushed, almost as if you were trying to tiptoe around your own words. “If it’s not t-too much.”
Calum cracked a smile. “Not too much for you.”
It was dark in his apartment. The only light that emitted through the pitch darkness was the clock on his stove, which could be seen from the entrance. In fact, everything in his place but the bathroom could be seen from the front door.
“S’not much,” he grumbled sleepily, “but I s’pose it’s home f’now.” The lights turned on and it took both of you a moment to adjust.
You wandered in after him, your eyes gazing curiously around the room, taking in its entirety. His metal bed frame in the corner housed a mattress, one pillow, and a dark comforter. A cardboard box with the words “books and shoes” written on the side made a nice alternative for a bedside table. A plastic candle sat beside a stray phone charger that dangled over the edge of the cardboard. And finally, aside from the messy kitchen with bowls and plates stacked to the rafters in the sink, you took a glance at your bed.
It wasn’t a pretty couch, just like he said, but it was a couch nevertheless. The material appeared scratchy, and the arms were blocks of scratched-up wood. The throw pillow by the window would suffice, and the lack of a blanket did not deter you. It was better than the streets, so you were thankful.
“Thank you,” you said through the silence, “for letting me stay here. You have no idea how—”
“I’ve been in your shoes before,” he spoke. “Least I could do. Few rules though.”
“Of course.”
He smiled at you, and it was the most genuine smile he had given anyone in a long time. “Never, ever apologize for anything.”
“What?”
“And,” he continued, tossing his jacket and keys on the counter of the kitchen before making his way over to the small television by the couch, “never think you’re overstaying your welcome.” He pressed the power button, but the screen turned to fuzz for a solid minute before it was brought to life on the Discovery Channel.
“Why are you treating me like this?” The question seemed accusatory, defensive even, but it was harmless all the while.
Calum decided that transparency, for the night, was his only solution. “I liked you once,” he said, desperately craving another cigarette to help him through this. “It was nice. And then, I hit you in the head with a football in gym class. Consider this repayment.”
“Repayment,” you whispered to yourself. “We were like, eighteen.”
He nodded. He was somewhat relieved you chose not to mention his confession. “I know. But I thought I killed you.”
You laughed.
“Didn’t know what I would do without ya,” Calum admitted with a shrug. He began to gather a few items of clothing from the bottom drawer of the dresser that held the TV.
It took you a few moments to answer, so when the silence crept back in, he handed you the articles of clothing he assembled. “What’s this?” you asked.
“Ya might feel comfortable sleeping in something more… comfortable,” he said. “Sweats and a shirt. Need underwear, too?”
You were amused, he could tell. “I have a feeling you’ve done this before.”
But that was where you were wrong. Calum had never done this before. He hardly had anyone over to his apartment in the first place. It was a dumpster fire, and he hated people knowing how rough he had it. Around you, he felt hospitable. Around you, he felt the need to make up for the years he never tried.
He didn’t say any of that. Really, he didn’t say anything at all. He showed you the workings of the shower, gave you the spare toothbrush that the dentist gave him for free six months ago, and even let you snack on his favorite popcorn when your stomach grumbled. He was being nicer than he had ever been in his whole life.
It felt natural, especially when you asked him if he still played soccer.
“What?” His brows furrowed.
“Did you actually not hear the question, or—”
He hummed, shaking his head. “I just—” Calum laughed at himself. “Don’t play football anymore.”
“Football,” you mumbled and imitated his accent. “Fuck. Why not?”
He shrugged. He wanted to be honest, like really honest, but not just yet. Not after the years gone by. You were still strangers.
“You were so good,” you whispered. “Even though you clonked me in the head.”
He beamed. “Thanks, darling. I appreciate it.” He wanted to say that he appreciated you.
Three weeks. Three weeks of you in his life again. Three weeks of coming home to find you curled up on your makeshift bed while watching reruns of Seinfeld. Three weeks of cute notes on the fridge to let him know you ran out to get more milk even though he was the only one that drank it. Three weeks of getting to see you smile again.
Calum had gotten your belongings a few days after the first night. Truly, the night was a blur. He had to restrain himself from putting his ringed knuckles into the eyes of your ex. Somehow, he managed to leave with your things, him and your fucking ex unharmed. You sat a mile away in Calum’s car crying.
After that, things were looking up. The two of you had wage jobs, and your schedules never matched up most of the time. That was when the notes began, and Calum couldn’t stop his heart from beating out of his chest. He was letting himself go down the same path he had in high school. He was letting himself get lost in every little thing you did.
But, similar to before, he had no way of showing it. All he could do was stare at your hands and wonder what the butterflies in his stomach would do if he slid his fingers in between yours. It was all he knew how to do.
“I never really understood soccer,” you said, taking a sip of your glass of water, and meanwhile, beside you, Calum was trying to decide on whether or not he wanted a beer. “Maybe I would’ve if I had been able to play in the tournament our class had.”
He rolled his eyes as he slung his arm around the back of the couch. His hand brushed your hair slightly. “Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Don’t bring it up every damn second or I’ll never forgive myself.”
“Sorry,” you replied, bashfully at that.
“No apologizing.” He caught your eye out of the corner of his, so he looked back towards the television. A match between Man City and Watford was playing.
“You know that just makes me want to apologize even more.”
He shrugged. “Not sorry ‘bout it.”
“God,” you muttered, but he could see your smile.
“And…” he continued, sliding a tiny bit closer to you on the couch. His hand was now centimeters away from your shoulder. “It’s football.”
“Shut up,” you groaned. You laughed anyway. “Soccer.”
“Football.”
“Soccer, dummy.”
“I still think it’s football.”
“Sorry, but—”
He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Fine,” you said. “Not sorry, but it’s soccer.”
“Football, and you’re impossible.” He inched closer, and somehow, you didn’t notice. He could count your freckles if he wanted to.
You winked. “Soccer, and you snore.”
“Don’t care.” Calum could see the many colors in your eyes now. “Football.”
“Soccer.”
“Football.”
“Soc—”
Calum leaned in, pressing his lips to yours before pulling away as quickly as he went in. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, and it wouldn’t surprise him if the entire neighborhood could hear it as well.
“—cer,” you finished, your voice coming out as a barely coherent whisper. Your eyes fell wide, and your lips parted.
“Sorry,” he croaked, standing abruptly before reaching for his jacket. He could feel his lighter in its usual place. He didn’t say anything else as he grabbed his keys and shut the front door behind him.