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‘tis the damn season - calum hood
summary - based off of the song “’tis the damn season” by taylor swift from the album evermore.
request - yes! thank you @nicebasscalum for this lovely request, this is one of my fav songs on evermore and sorry it took so long to get to you. i hope its kind of what you had in mind.
warnings - none
word count - ~2.3k
a/n- i’m so sorry for not posting as frequently, I’m trying to only write when I feel driven or passionate so I don’t make it not fun for myself. I’ve also been really busy with school but I hope you guys like this, I had a lot of fun writing it.
This town reminded you of your formative years, of careless summer nights and flying down back roads with the windows down. Of backyard fires and cheap alcohol. It reminded you of him. His deep brown eyes and the way his hand fit in yours. Of all that might’ve been.
The inside of the grocery store was warm in contrast to the brisk air in the parking lot. What had your mom said she needed? You tugged a crumpled post-it from your jacket pocket and read through the short list a few times over, committing it to memory, and then tucked it away again.
You walked through the familiar aisles, memories of sitting in the cart while your mom did her shopping flooded back to you. It even smelled the same as you remembered.
You hadn’t been home since last Christmas so one would expect some things might’ve changed, but home was always the same. The same people, the same stores, the same weather.
You met his eyes over the produce section while he shoveled apples into the little plastic baggy. You wanted to scold your hands for trembling and your heart for doubling in speed at just the sight of him. Of the green hoodie you’d seen a million times before and the black leather jacket that no matter how tattered it got, he’d never part with. You returned the soft smile he gave you and so he made his way over, his eyes never leaving yours. They were just as piercing as you remembered.
Always the same, not one dark curl out of place.
“Back home for a bit?” He rolled his cart up next to yours.
You nodded, swallowing hard. “My mom promised me homemade pie so I made the trip.” Maybe jokes would help diffuse the tension.
He smiled but didn’t laugh. “Her pumpkin pie is unmatched, I’ll admit.” You began to mull through the aisles together, stopping to grab things here and there. It felt oddly comfortable. Domestic. You pushed away the thought.
“I would tell her you said that, but her ego is too big as it is. She wants to make a recipe e-book.”
Calum shook his head like he was reminiscing on your past. Your mother had always loved Calum — you complained she did even more than you. “She has dreams, goals. That’s respectable,” he countered, fighting a smile like he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.
“The woman makes one good pie and thinks she’s Rachael Ray.” This comment forced a small laugh out of Calum, breaking through his stoic facade. You could understand why he was guarded considering what had happened between you. It hurt you that you had hurt him.
“Hey, I’ve been hanging with Jenny, Kate and the boys and they’d all love to see you again. Maybe we should plan something while you’re home,” Calum offered. You ignored the fact that he included his ex girlfriend in that list.
You nodded softly, feigning excitement. “Yeah, that sounds great.”
He smiled. “Great.”
You knew how much it hurt Calum when you left. You and him were so alike and yet, so very different. You were driven and ambitious and high strung while Calum never forgot to stop and smell the roses and would give up anything and everything for the people he loved. You wished you could be like Calum. You wished you weren’t so ahead of yourself all the time.
You couldn’t remember the last time you smelled the roses.
Your need to get out, your itch to see bigger things, Calum didn’t understand it. He saw your little home town as the entire world. Because your little home town was you. And Calum’s world began and ended with you.
“I’m staying at my parents house,” you said.
Calum looked up and for a second you saw something in his eyes flicker. Like yearning.. or hope. “If you wanted to stop by. My moms itching to see what you think of her new apple pie recipe.”
Calum laughed and you admired the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, his smiles took over his entire face. It was a direct reflection of how Calum felt emotions, entirely and completely, all consuming.
“Tell her I’m there.”
You grabbed a box of cake mix and tossed it in your cart, completing the list. “Well, I better get going. I guess I’ll be seeing you soon.”
Calum nodded. “Yeah, soon.” He looked like he might say something else, but then changed his mind.
You waved goodbye and turned left, leaving Calum to head towards checkout.
Calum didn’t like watching you walk away. It brought back a kind of pain that wouldn’t dissolve completely. Because he couldn’t get himself to let go of you. He knew what he was signing up for if he got too close again, but he just wasn’t sure if he could help it.
On your way home, you tried to ignore the lingering strands of red and green lights and wreaths. Even well after Christmas, the decorations remained, making you feel nauseous instead of cheerful.
You passed Calum’s parents house, their white siding and deep red door looked the same as they did when you were kids.
You could almost smell the chalk and freshly cut grass and almost see the pink, blue, green and yellow drawings scattered down the driveway and sidewalk. You could almost picture Calum’s dimpled smile and your scraped up knees. They were simpler times.
The happier memories were quickly replaced when you moved your attention to the porch, covered in snow at this time of year.
The chirping of cicadas surrounded you as soon as you shoved open the screen door, storming down the driveway towards your beat up gray Camero.
“(Y/n) if you leave now, don’t bother coming back,” Calum shouted from the front stoop. You heard the crack in his voice, the emotion. You didn’t need to turn around to see it.
You stopped dead in your tracks, cringing at the rough scratch of your converse halting on the eroded pavement.
You turned your head slightly, but changed your mind. He didn’t understand. He would never understand. This town, this life, it would never be enough for you.
You couldn’t get yourself to think it, but he… he alone would never be enough to fill the emptiness, the want. You yearned for a life outside the town limits. You didn’t want to order takeout from the same Italian place on Grove Street, you didn’t want to be shut in for months of cold, wishing every day for summer, you didn’t want to live the rest of your life as a nobody. You had to get out. You had to make something of yourself. And Calum didn’t understand why his arms weren’t enough to keep you warm on those cold December nights. Or why his company didn’t make the same old Italian takeout taste like the best meal you’d ever had.
Calum wished he could fill the void in you, Calum selfishly wished you would stay. And you selfishly knew you couldn’t.
A truck was parked in the lot of the old school, the place you lost your first tooth and found your first love.
The truck reminded you of Calums, of the warm, sticky summer nights spent out living like every day was your last.
Screaming at the top of your lungs to dumb old pop punk music with all the windows down, muddy tires, fireflies and trips to the lake. You’d never been happier than you were in the passenger seat of that beat up old truck.
You couldn’t get his smile out of your mind, he was everywhere in this town. He was in the trees, smiling down at you with missing teeth and that same cheeky grin, he was at the diner sitting across from you sharing his fries after you said you weren’t hungry, he was on the sidewalks, falling off his skateboard but getting up every time and trying again, he was at the record shop, flipping through vinyls and sticking his tongue out at you from another aisle. He was everywhere and you couldn’t take it anymore.
Your tires screeched on the slushy pavement as you took a hard right, heading for Calum’s apartment complex. As you drove, you passed Calum’s college and admired the huge Soccer field he must love playing on. As you stared, you noticed a curly brunette kicking a ball alone, with only a shirt and sweatpants on, completely disregarding the frost covered ground and the freezing air.
You couldn’t help but smile at his persistence, that kid never looked out for himself and you always had to be there to do it for him. Until you weren’t, and he had to learn how to cope.
You pulled into the parking lot, throwing the car into park. Your hands shook with a great persistence but you swallowed down any doubt and slid out of the driver’s seat, making your way to him.
He saw you coming, his eyes flooding with confusion and then softening. He wanted to run to you, to pull you up into his arms and never let go. To listen to every dumb story and be a shoulder to cry on, to watch movies and make meals together, all the little things. But he stood rooted at his place in the field, unable to risk another heartbreak as severe as the last. That left him broken and unable to open his heart to anyone.
It’s why he hadn’t stayed with Jenny. She could tell his heart wasn’t really in it, that there was a (y/n) shaped space right in the middle of him that never healed.
Your teeth chattered as you met him in the field. His face now looked hesitant, his guard was up. You wanted to cry because the boy that once trusted you to hold his heart in your hands could barely even look you in the eyes.
“We could call it even,” you whispered. The quiet of the snow all around you and the pale sky was both eerie and perfectly calm. The two of you stood a few feet apart, afraid if you got any closer you wouldn’t be able to stop yourselves from falling back into each other, from preventing what you worked on forgetting for so long.
“What?” Calum’s eyebrows scrunched together and your hand flinched. You wanted to reach out and touch his face.
“We could sleep in half the day.” You blinked away the tears forming in your eyes. “Just for old times sake. I won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay.” The words came out shaky and unsure.
Calum stepped forward, hands reaching out to grab your arms. “(Y/n)…” His voice was gentle. He was in pain. You stepped back out of his reach.
“Then I’ll go back to LA and the so-called friends who’ll write books about me if I ever make it.” The tears were falling freely now. “And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I’m faking.”
Calum’s eyes were glossed over as he watched you with such intense longing. “(Y/n), please.”
“We could call it even. Even though I’m leaving.” The cold air was stinging your cheeks and all you wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms but he had to understand. That this couldn’t be forever. That you would be gone come Monday morning. He couldn’t count on you and he had to understand. “And I’ll be yours for the weekend.”
He tore his eyes away from you, staring at the snow around his feet, contemplating, thinking.
His jaw clenched tightly as he thought. When he looked up at you, there was an unmistakable glimmer. Of that boy who wore his heart on his sleeve. “Okay. We can call it even.” The smile that followed was one full of pain but you could tell that he wouldn’t fight you on this. He knew he’d never understand but he also knew that any extra moment he got to spend by your side would be worth it.
He stepped towards you and this time, you let him.
His cold hand grazed your cheek but somehow, it was the warmest thing you’d ever felt. “Can I kiss you?”
His deep brown eyes shone with nothing but pure affection. You nodded softly, leaning into his touch.
His forehead fell down to rest gently upon yours and suddenly, nothing around you mattered. Not the honks from down the street or the kids sledding on the opposite side of the park.
Only Calum.
His free hand rose up to wrap around your waist and you’d never felt more safe. In his arms, nothing could touch you. His fingertips dug into your side like he was afraid you might slip away but you stood rooted, no matter how shaky he made your knees.
He leaned in slowly, his nose brushing ever so softly against yours. His lips hovered above yours and you felt the warmth of his minty breath. Your hand ran up his neck into his hair, scratching softly, and his grip tightened around your waist.
With one more look at your rosy cheeks, Calum swept down and pressed his lips against yours and it felt like the very first time. The tugging in his chest exploded. You clung to him for support, fearing if you let go, you would collapse into the snow.
His lips were soft and molded perfectly with yours. You moved in sync almost like you had never left.
When Calum forced himself to pull away, he saw your clear eyes meet his and was convinced it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
And as you and Calum walked back to your car, laughing like you hadn’t spent a single day apart, you thought the road not taken looked really good now.
That this unrealistic standard you had set for your life of luxury and fame wasn’t actually what you had been looking for to fill that void in your heart.
That maybe, it was right in front of you all along.
Best friends till the very end
I love them all
Day 29 favourite cover
No roots by Alice Merton
Day 28 favourite malum pic
(Not my gif)
Day 23 Calum tweets
I love a guy with dimples not even joking
Damn I love his hair like this
Dorks
All I can say is thank you Calum Hood
My reaction to calm
(Not my gif)
5SOS:
Luke Hemmings:
Ashton Irwin:
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This second part was requested by @bvbygxrl.
A/N: The is the second part to this. I highly suggest you read that first, otherwise it won’t make any sense. I used the song “Everything I didn’t say” by 5SOS, because that song fit the vibe.
Pairing: OC Stevie Joan Lee & Calum Hood
Words: 800
Warning(s): swearing, mentions of drug use, angst (I guess)?
The performance in Amsterdam was the worst Calum had ever place. His fingers started hurting during the soundcheck and during the actual concert they had started to bleed. While the other guys went out after, Calum dragged himself to his hotel room and flopped himself on the bed. He just started sobbing but it soon turned into crying, and that’s what he did, he cried himself to sleep. After that night, its what he did most nights. Fans had started to notice that he’d changed. He had bags under his eyes, they were always bloodshot, he looked skinnier and most of all he didn’t look like himself.
Neither did you. You stayed in most days, only leaving when you had to buy groceries. Your friends started to worry about you. After two weeks your new routine hadn’t changed that is when your friends decided to hold an intervention. It was clear that you either needed to get back together or that you needed to get over him. A night out, dancing, was what they had decided on. They dragged you out of your bed, helping you in the shower, making you feel human again. They put you in a dress and heels, put make-up on you face and did your hair. You did a couple of shots at home before taking to the clubs.
That night you really enjoyed yourself. You drank, danced and flirted with some people. They always say that in order to get over someone you need to get under someone else. It is such a cliché, but it is also very true. You took home a girl and a boy that night, however the next morning you felt more like shit than before the night out. You decided to get a make-over, so you called your friends again. You changed your hair and got you nails done, you even got a spray tan. Slowly you started to feel like yourself again, the strong independent woman you made yourself to be. However, it seems that when the universe feels like a woman is becoming strong, it feels the need to break her. And so it did… not even a week later. You got a call from one of your friends saying that you needed to come to her house. You called your driver and got there as fast as you could.
“SJ, you need to see this”, one of your friend said before pushing her phone in your face. There he was, looking like … utter shit. Good, you thought to yourself, at least he isn’t feeling any better than me. “This isn’t their original setlist. This song they only added today.”
“I wish I could rewind all the times that I didn’t show you what you’re really worth”, Calum’s voice sounded through the speakers. “I wish I could’ve made you stay, and I’m the only one to blame. I know that it’s a little too late, but this is everything I didn’t say.” You felt tears running across your cheeks. He was singing this to you, even though you weren’t there, you knew he wrote that song for you. It held so much emotion, you felt it through his voice.
“I hope you know, for you I’d sacrifice to make this right.” The song ended. Not much later your phone rang, you checked the caller-ID, it was Calum. Had he run off stage and called you right away? You decided not to give it another thought and you answered.
“Hello?”
“Stevie, is it really you. Thank fuck, you answered. I hope you saw the video, I wrote the song for you. I know I messed up but like I said I’d sacrifice anything to make this right. Just say the word and I’ll come home.”
“Oh Cal. I loved the song, thank you…” you stopped for a moment, “I think you should stay on tour. It is what you love.”
“I love you more, Stevie.”
“How about I come visit you and join you on tour?” You suggest, already imagining kissing his lips and feeling his arms around you.
“Are you sure. I mean, you hate touring. I thought you hated it because of your father.”
“I know and I do, but for this to work we both have to sacrifice. I’m sure yours will come soon, but this will be mine.” You decide that nothing should be keeping you apart, especially not your father’s image from back in the day.
This was requested by anonymous.
A/N: I tried my best to research everything, but I am almost sure that I got some details wrong. I really tried and I hope you like it! I also remembered that I watched “The Dirt” and I totally forgot about that.
Pairing: OC Stevie Joan Lee & Calum Hood
Words: 1k
Warning(s): swearing, mentions of drug use, angst (I guess)?
Even before you were born, the world already knew who you were. You are named after rock stars just like your younger brothers, Stevie Joan Lee, daughter of the famous Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson. Growing up you stayed away from the spotlights, people knew of you, but they didn’t know who the real Stevie Joan was. You tried to stay out of your father’s crazy lifestyle and for a while it worked. That was until you took a liking to a famous Australian based band called 5 Seconds of Summer… and to be even more specific a bass player called Calum Hood.
You swore on your life that you would never fall for an artist or even someone famous, seeing how your dad was. You loved that he got to do what he loved, but you hated how he was rarely home or how hard the rock star life was on his health. On the other hand, you went to school and tried to live as normal of a life as possible. You fangirled at concerts and fantasized about meeting 5sos. However, you could easily let your dad’s team call someone and have it arranged but seeing that you wanted to live a normal life, it stayed a fantasy. You know the guys from 5sos are big Mötley Crüe fans and a meeting could easily be arranged, but you didn’t want your dad interfering with your life and interests. You weren’t much of a spoiled brat, you paid for a lot of things yourself because you are a strong independent woman for fuck’s sake.
In 2019, you went to yet another 5 Seconds of Summer concert, your friend got the tickets for the two of you, and you couldn’t be happier. The tickets were general admission, meaning you were waiting in line way before the concert even started, so you could get to the front and admire Calum from up close. You had done this before by multiple of their concerts and every time you were more in awe of how gorgeous he was. It may sound absolutely weird as can be, but you were in love with him. Not the fangirl in love with him where you faint. No, I’m talking the whole butterflies in the stomach, can’t think straight when you see him, type of love.
That night you and your friend had made it to the front near the spot where Calum would be later on. What happened next felt like a fairytale or a fan fiction. Calum saw you and danced with you all night (him still on stage obviously) and invited you backstage after the concert. It wasn’t until you introduced yourself as ‘Stevie Joan’ that he realised you were Tommy Lee’s daughter. You exchanged numbers, three days later he asked you on a date, and you have been dating each other ever since. You never really got used to his lifestyle, it was far less crazy than your father’s, but it was crazy nonetheless. You joined him on tour whilst he was in America, during his visit to other countries you kept close contact.
You received a text from him saying that he was in Amsterdam with a photo attached of him smoking with the guys. You texted him back that he should be careful and that you missed him. After that you received a photo of them with a lot of girls, you weren’t blind you knew they had groupies and Calum had promised you that he would never do anything with them. However, this night you felt like something was different, he still hadn’t replied to your text saying that you missed him and the girl in the photo was a little too close to Calum to just be friendly.
Instagram was the best for your own FBI investigation to whom this girl was. As soon as you typed in 5 Seconds of Summer more photos popped up from this night and from the nights before according to the timestamp underneath the photos. You know you shouldn’t have, but you began to read the comments.
“Good to see Calum finally enjoying himself”
“He should dump his girlfriend, she’s holding him back”
“He is only with her because of her father”
“I bet they aren’t even really dating”
Could that be true? Was he really dating you because of your father? What would he get out of it, more fame? You went insane that night. You tried calling him multiple times, but he never answered any of them. You tried to call Ashton as he was the only one you were close too besides Calum. He didn’t answer either, but you did get a text from him saying that he was sorry.
That night you went to bed and cried yourself to sleep. The next morning you did something you never thought you would do, you called your father. After speaking with him, you packed all your stuff from the flat you and Calum shared in LA and left to go to your father’s house. You welcomed you with open arms as you fell into them, sobbing. You really thought Calum was the one, but it turns out he wasn’t.
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Calum went crazy in Amsterdam. He had seen the pictures that were taken last night, and he feared the most. He tried calling you so many times, he had even called your brothers, but they wouldn’t tell him anything. He couldn’t sleep in his own bed on his own, so he went to Ashton’s room. Ashton tried to console him but just like you had, he cried himself to sleep, but not before he saw Ashton send you a text. Was it really over?
Hello boys, girls and non-binary folks,
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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.
A/N: Kinda based on the ABBA song (I adore them) and also the new Mamma Mia film!
Pairing: Y/N & Luke Hemmings
Word Count: 758
Warning(s): none? I guess
When you were forced to go on a holiday with your parents, you were kind of bummed out. But when you actually arrived in France, you were blown away by the beauty of nature. The lakes nearby were even bluer than the sky. The mountains looked beautiful in dusk and dawn.
You love to run so every morning before anyone at the camp side was awake you would go for a morning run when the temperature was still bearable.
You ran up the mountain when it suddenly became dark. Dark clouds had formed above the mountain and it didn’t take long before it started the rain heavily. You run further and try to find shelter. Suddenly a car came out of nowhere and stopped right before your feet. A young man stepped out and screamed at you through the rain.
“Do you need a ride?!” You didn’t hesitate and before you knew it you were in his car.
“Hi, I’m Luke”, he said and tries to shake your hand while still keeping one hand on the steering wheel.
“Hello, I’m Y/N”, you say and shake his hand.
“So are you staying on the camp side near Le Grand Lac?”
“I am actually. Are you?” you ask him. You can recognize a soft Australian accent, so you made the conclusion that he, also, wasn’t from around here.
“No, I rented a cabin in the mountains. I’m not much of a camper”, he laughs at his own answer.
“Yeah, me neither. My parents forced me to go on this holiday with them”, you sigh.
“How old are you?” He suddenly asks and glances over to you quickly before looking back to the road.
“I am twenty, almost twenty-one. You?”
“Twenty-two myself”, he says smiling. You want to get to know him and are about to ask a question when he suddenly stops the car. “This is my place. Uhm, I guess you can stay here until the rain stop. I can drop you off then if you want.” You nod silently and turn to look at him, you hadn’t noticed how hot Luke actually was. A comfortable silence fell over you two as you sat in the car. The rain ticking on the roof and the windows.
You look at him, really look at him, and notice how blue his eyes are, how curly and wet his dirty blonde hair is, how pink his lips are, and how the white shirt he is wearing makes him look even more tan than he already was.
He in his turn looked back at you. Flicking his eyes between your eyes and lips. You both hadn’t noticed but you started to lean more and more towards each other. When suddenly your lips touched, it felt so perfect.
The next few days you had spent with Luke, you had informed your parents of course. To be honest, you were kind of surprised to hear that they actually didn’t mind.
After almost a week of being together and sharing everything with each other, Luke told you something you would never forget.
“I am engaged.” These three words where not the three words you had been waiting for. And you ran all the way back to the campsite, to your parents. Only to fall into your mother’s arms and cry. You cried for three days and then you decided to move on.
Luke came looking for you on day four.
“Can we talk?” he asked and sat down on the grass, you sat down a little further from him.
“About what? How we have shared everything together and how you ruined it?” You could feel the tears coming back, but you tried to keep them in. “I only have three questions for you. How long have we been together?”
“A week”, he answered.
“How long did you wait before telling me you were engaged to someone else?” You could hear your own voice quivering.
“A week”, he answered again.
“And do you honestly expect me to forgive you?” you say and want to get up.
“Look Y/N, I can break off the engagement.”
“Honestly Luke, I think you should go. There is nothing we can do. We just have to face it this time, we’re through. Breaking up is never easy I know, but you have to go. It’s the best we can do.” And with that, you leave him alone and head back to the campsite. You don’t dare to turn back around.
This is where the story ends, this is goodbye.
Visuals
I have retired from writing 5sos imagines. I still love 5sos with my whole heart and I still suport and fangirl over them 24/7 however, I no longer write for real life people. Only fictitional ones, sorry xx
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.