#cal you drunk sloppy bitch

[starsscarmyceiling]

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Admitting to himself that he was extremely inebriated at his point was a little difficult to deny. Cal couldn’t even recall what he had done in the last few minutes, let alone what his current venture was.

“Huh?” Cal asked dumbly.

“I said I think you’ve successfully drank your problems away tonight,” Prauf claimed, and Cal looked up at him.

“Oh, right! Right, that’s what I was doing,” he said as he leaned on the bar, lifting his beer with his other hand, “yeah I like don’t even care anymore that that barista was so rude to me.”

“Yeah I can tell,” Prauf confirmed with a chuckle, “you haven’t mentioned her in like…ten minutes.”

Cal watched Prauf start to organize all of the open tabs of the evening as it was probably near the end of the night, and he widened his eyes, “Oh no! Am I talking about her too much?”

Prauf shook his head as he placed his hand on the bar and leaned in closer to Cal, “Not any more than any other person in this place who’s hung up on someone.”

He scoffed, “I mean I—I don’t know…about that Prauf.”

The bartender chortled again, clearly entertained by Cal’s antics as he went back to his work, “Alright, whatever you gotta tell yourself Cal.”

“I do tell okay!” He exclaimed, pausing for a moment before he spoke again to take another gulp of his beer, “She’s just—ugh, you know? And also like, so annoyed with me, and…I don’t know why and she’s so pretty.”

A few more seconds passed and he sat up all the way, horrified at his admittance, “I mean, she’s like—you know, um…”

Prauf gave him an expectant expression and raised one of his thick eyebrows.

Cal sighed, “Okay, okay, fine…but you can’t tell anyone.”

“You should know by now that bartenders basically have their own HIPPA standards Cal,” Prauf explained.

“Right, okay,” Cal said, looking around him and then leaned in, “she’s like…really pretty,” he elucidated, and held his hand parallel in the air, “here’s like other pretty people, you know?” He kept his hand there and then he raised it as high as he could, “And here’s her. I mean, like her like as in Merrin. Her name isn’t actually her…it’s Merrin.”

Prauf let out a humored scoff, “Jeez Cal,” he stated with an actual laugh and a shake of his head, “just calm down with all of the salacious details.”

“Well,” he defended, “I am not supposed to think that you know? I am a police officer that was first on the scene when her store got trashed, and and—she hates me.”

“Hm,” Prauf hummed, “you sure about that?”

“Yes, of course I am!” He exclaimed, “You should have seen how much she glared at me, and I…I don’t even know if she remembers me or anything.”

Prauf waited a moment before responding, “Do you want her to remember you?”

He sighed, looking into his glass, “I guess it doesn’t really matter.”

“Oh Cal, I think it does,” Prauf said to him.

Cal’s eyes flitted up to the bartender’s sincere stare and he slightly nodded at him. Exhaling all the way, he then grunted and rubbed his hands over his face, “You know…I forgot about her for so long because like…I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t handle remembering her or her pretty face or her sad eyes or when I—”

His fingers were still over his face, and he just thought about how many scars were laid underneath them.

“When you what?”

Lowering his hands to surround his glass with them now, Cal again sagged with the overwhelming emotions he was feeling, “This is something that I don’t like to talk about Prauf, but…” he paused as his eyes landed on his beer, “I don’t know why my life has sucked so much. Like…a lot…and I don’t know what I did or why, but I’ve had so much shit upon shit pile up on me but for like just a second back then…” Cal looked back up to Prauf and he actually seemed rather engaged in what Cal was saying, “it didn’t…suck…so much because she,” he sighed, “she just got it.”

Prauf crossed his arms, looking like he was weighing what he was about to say in his head, “And this was when you were with her?”

Cal’s head sank and he closed his eyes, feeling so utterly feckless and unresolved. Because how could he even begin to properly relay—especially while exceedingly drunk—it was the one time in his life since all of his tragedy that he ever really felt understood?

“It sounds pretty pathetic doesn’t it.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Prauf said gently, “look Cal, you’re a young guy. And I’ve seen you come in here, time after time, always smiling and having drunk stupid fun with just about every cop in this city. Hell, even some of the firefighters that come in here. Even your own ex girlfriend doesn’t have anything bad to say about you,” he explained as Cal lifted his head to him and the bartender crossed his arms, “but I have never seen you like this.”

Cal breathed out, holding both his hands to his chest, “It’s—” he tried, knowing he was never great at explaining himself, “it’s the part of me that shouldn’t be there. It’s—it’s all the ugly parts that I don’t like showing people because it’s sad and pitiful and ri—ridiculous.”

“Cal—how could you say something like—”

“Hey there you are my favoritest ginger in the world!” Zeb’s voice came barreling over as he wrapped his arms around Cal’s shoulders and slammed his head against his chest.

Cal breathed in and out, ready to feel other emotions than these gross nasty ones, “Really? I’m your favorite?”

“Mhmmm,” Zeb hummed as he released Cal, “like above Carrot Top and everything.”

“Wow,” Cal grinned, “what an honor.”

Zeb sat down next to Cal and looked at Prauf, “Is he talking about the barista again?”

Prauf shrugged, “Only on a near constant basis.”

“Hey!” Cal defended with a finger raised in the air, “I’ve had a rough day, alright? It started out shitty, and then she was rude to me, and then now,” he motioned with both his hands around his head, “all this drudged up shit is just swirling around in here and I’m having a hard time even remembering some of it and I—I just didn’t ask for this okay. She just—”

Instead of even trying to finish that sentence he grunted and buried his face in his arms.

“Aww, Calvi, don’t get upset,” Zeb tried to comfort, hand on one of his arms, “please, hey—who’s my favorite ginger?”

Cal sighed with his face still hidden away as he answered in a muffled voice, “I am.”

“Who’s my favorite ginger?”

He finally lifted his head, “I am.”

Zeb punched at his shoulder, “That’s right you are. Like, even above Prince Harry.”

A small smile graced him, and Zeb wrapped an arm around him again, “And my favorite ginger is also smart and resilient and cool—”

“Well I wouldn’t go that far,” Cal interrupted.

“He is cool, in like the most adorkable way possible, and old ladies love him, and he is like the nicest, most sincere person I know, and he’s hot and he’s got a great smile,” Zeb concluded.

Cal turned to him and bore both sets of teeth in an exaggerated grin.

“See, pssh, what a knockout that barista would be lucky to even find herself on the other side of that toothy chaotic mess.”

A sigh now escaped him as Zeb let go of him, “Oh come on now, we have to go back to that? I don’t like—like like her…like that.”

Zeb asked Prauf for one last refill before he responded to Cal, “I cannot wait to give the speech at your wedding where I talk about how much you were in deeeni—alllll.”

“No, no! I am not! It’s kind of hard to marry someone who hates you Zeb.”

“Oh ho ho,” he jittered, accepting his drink from Prauf, “so it’s only because of that?”

“Because of what?”

Zeb gave him such a smug grin after he drank from his glass, “Admit ittt, you want to be Mr. Hot Barista one day.”

“Okay,” Cal held out his hands, “first of all, she has an actual name, Merrin Ses—Sestric—Ses—it’s too hard to say while I’m drunk—”

“So you want to be Mr. Merrin Sestric Too Hard to Say Hot Barista Man.”

Cal just gulped at his drink and looked away from him, “I hate you so fucking much.”

“Ohh, you don’t mean that! Come on now we’re just joking around Cali!” Zeb exclaimed.

He looked over at his friend and narrowed his eyes, “I don’t believe you.”

“Alright come back to the table so you can keep complaining about your hot barista lady friend,” Zeb insisted.

“I do not—ugh!” Cal exclaimed.

“Look who I found whining to Prauf,” Zeb revealed as they sat back down.

Regardless of all the teasing aside, Cal gave one last look to Prauf, who seemed to be giving him a dubious expression, but the two walked back over to the booth they were occupying.

“Still complaining about your hot barista lady friend?” Ezra asked him.

“No!” Cal shouted, “Not at least…for a few minutes. Everyone else keeps bringing her up now I’m not even talking about her anymore.”

“Okay kay kay kay Cali, be honest with me,” Ezra interrupted Cal’s tangent.

Cal gulped at his beer, “What?”

“So you really wouldn’t sleep with her?”

Bristling from the rookie, Cal knew he was projecting some kind of offended expression, “What does that matter?”

Ezra smirked and pointed at him like he’d caught him in some elaborate scheme, “That wasn’t a no!”

“See what did I tell you? You want to be Mr. Hot Scary Barista Guy!” Zeb added in as well.

“Ugh!” Cal exasperated as he sat back in his seat, resting his head on the back of the booth, “I am just going to stop talking because everyone just keeps telling me how much I want to bang the hot barista.”

“So that was a yes you do want to bang her?” Zeb asked.

“Oh my god leave me alone!”

“I think we’ve put him through enough ribbing now dear,” Kallus spoke up.

Cal lifted his head, “Thank you Kallus.”

“Yes, he already knows how much he wants her we don’t have to keep pointing it out,” he concluded.

Grunting again, Cal threw his head back to where it was and swore he wouldn’t look up again until the world made sense again.

Which, it never did.

Cal wasn’t even sure how long they’d been in this booth, but everyone eventually and finally shut up about his hot barista—Merrin, everyone shut up about Merrin. Somehow, they’d gotten to the point where Ezra had his arm around him and they were singing “Allstar” by Smashmouth.

They paused when they didn’t know what happened in the second verse.

“There’s something about this,” Cal said as he held up his left hand onto his forehead, “it’s like with a shape of an ‘L’ on her forehead…and then…I forget after that.”

“Yeah,” Ezra agreed as he smiled, drinking his beer, “wait, why were we singing this?”

“Because it’s like that green guy’s favorite song,” Zeb added.

Cal’s eyebrows furrowed, “Green guy? You mean Shrek?”

Zeb pointed at him, “The green guy! Wasn’t he singing it or something?”

“No it was just at the beginning of the movie,” Alex pointed out, “that’s why we started singing it.”

“Oh right,” Zeb said along as he laughed.

“I still can’t believe Donkey banged that dragon,” Ezra said, “that is something I’ve always wondered about. Like…how did that even work? Like, sex wise?”

Cal patted Ezra’s hand over his shoulder, “I don’t think we’re supposed to know…nor should we, really.”

Zeb held up his glass, “To life’s greatest mysteries!”

There were general sounds of cheer as they all clinked their glasses together, and Cal really thought this should be his last drink of the night.

At some point, Cal got up to go to the bathroom, and he knew it was bad because he had to lean his hand on the wall above the urinal to keep himself upright.

“Wooo, I am drunk!” He shouted to himself, “When the fuck did that happen?”

He washed his hands and then leaned on the counter with them as he peered into the mirror, narrowing his eyes.

“You have so many stupid scars and freckles all over your stupid face,” he declared to his reflection, “no wonder Merrin hates looking at it…she—she’s probably always hated looking at it,” he said aloud, not sure if that was more of a new sort of sinking observation more than anything else, “…not that that’s…important, anymore.”

He was beating up on himself for a few more moments until he welcomingly started smiling a bit.

At least he was someone’s favorite ginger.

With that thought, he stood up and exited the restroom. At the end of the hall, Zeb was there walking in his direction.

“Helloooooo, my favoritest gingerrrr?”

“Mm, that’s me,” he said as Zeb put his hands on Cal’s shoulders.

“You betcha! Like, more than The Little Mermaid,” he elucidated, “listen, I think it’s time to go home now.”

“Yeah,” Cal agreed, “yeah, probably.”

“Come on!” Zeb encouraged as he grabbed at Cal’s arm and started quite literally dragging him to the exit.

“Wait! I gotta pay my tab with Prauf! That would be like such a dick move to just leave before I do that,” Cal acknowledged.

“Oh yeah!” Zeb expressed, “Okay Cali, Alex and I will be outside.”

He nodded at the large man before he walked over to the bar.

When he was closing his tab, Prauf looked at him with concern on his face, “Hey, you gonna be alright?”

“Me? Oh yeah, like fuck yeah I’m gonna be so good,” Cal said as he wrote in the largest tip for Prauf having to deal with his drunk ass.

“Alright, well make sure you get home safe okay?” Prauf insisted and Cal nodded.

“Yeah yeah, oh yeah it’ll be like so safe!” Cal assured.

When Cal stepped outside, he stumbled on his step and he had to concentrate on standing still.

“You know, IIIII don’t think I should drive home because like,” Cal started, placing his hands on his chest, “if I were to pull over myself I’d all be like—woah sorry officer, you caught me I’m drunk! Not even gonna try to hide it.”

Zeb put an arm around him again, “Well duh, we know that Cal! That’s why you’re gonna share an Uber with us!”

“Aww, that is so nice!” Cal exclaimed, feeling genuine affection and gratitude for his friend at that moment, “Wait, where’s Ezra?”

Just when he asked such a thing, Ezra came bounding out of The Yard with one of his arms raised in the air, shouting triumphantly, “Hello everyone outside people!”

“Ezra!” Cal bellowed back, “Oh my god I was just wondering where you were!”

Ezra smirked as he appeared to be rather gratified with himself, “Well you don’t need to wonder any further because I am right here!”

“Woo hoo!” Cal exclaimed, also raising his arms in the air, “You know,” he paused for a thoughtful moment, “you guys are like fucking assholes and I hate you, but…I also love you guys.”

“Aww, hey, I love you too!” Zeb exclaimed, pulling Cal and Ezra into a hug.

There was a chuckle next to them.

“There is like a great number of declarations of love going around right now,” Alex said as he came up to this three way hug.

“Honey!” Zeb pulled away and moved to place his hands on Kallus’ shoulders, “I love you too did you know?”

And the blonde man smiled, touching his face, “Yes you giant drunken imbecile. I love you as well.”

Then they just kept smirking at one another as Cal was having a difficult time keeping himself still without swaying slightly back and forth again, so he ended up leaning his arm on Ezra’s shoulder.

Yeah, his friends sucked, but at least he knew these people had his back. Especially—

“Oh!” Cal sounded as he tried standing up on his own again, “You know who I also love and think is really cool?”

“Your hot barista ladaaay?” Ezra posed and Cal rolled his eyes.

“No, no besides her—I mean—I don’t love her—god!” Cal stated before he shook his head, “No, like…Kanan, you know?”

“Aw, yeah Kanan is like the best,” Ezra agreed.

Cal stood there, smiling a bit to himself and not really knowing why.

“You know what? We should tell him that!” Ezra exclaimed as Cal’s eyes widened.

“Oh that is such a good idea,” Cal agreed as he started fishing for his phone out of his pocket.

Cal unlocked his phone, just staring at the screen for a few moments, temporarily forgetting his purpose, “Oh!” He let out when he remembered, pressing to Kanan’s number in his contacts.

“I bet he won’t answer, but we can leave him a voicemail,” Cal said as he was already raising his phone to his face.

It rang through, of course, and then there was Kanan’s voice telling him to leave a message.

“Hey hey hey hello good morning, since I know I bet you’re gonna listen to this in the morning,” Cal began after the beep, “this is not Prince Harry…who isn’t even Zeb’s favorite ginger, by the way.”

“It’s you!” Zeb said in the background next to him.

“See? Did you hear that? It’s me, I’m his favorite isn’t that nice?” Cal inquired as if Kanan could answer him, “I just wanted to call you to tell you that—you know, we shouldn’t be bogged down by toxic masculinity or any of those stupid standards because that’s just baby shit,” he elucidated, “so I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and you’re my best friend and…I love you. Oh,” he smiled as he paused for a second, “I said that already, but it’s true! I am so glad I made you be friends with me in the police academy and again, I don’t even care that barista was like so mean to me today—”

“He totally cares he’s lying!” Zeb shouted.

“Nuh uh Zeb! Ugh, can you believe this guy?” Cal protested with a huff.

“Hey, I wanna say something to Kany!” Zeb expressed, so Cal handed him the phone.

“Hello Kany, you’re my favorite Kanyyyy, and don’t worry, we totally took care of your boy tonight and let him drink his hot barista problems away!”

“Hey!” Cal took offense.

“See, I am sure by tomorrow he’ll forget allll about this!” Zeb explained, “Anyway, love you Kany, bye!”

Zeb turned back to Cal and handed the phone back to Cal as Alex chuckled at them again.

“Well now it’s my turn!” Ezra expressed, so Cal handed him the phone too, “Hello, this is your rookie, it’s me, Officer Ezra Bridger, and even though you guys are all old fogies I still like hanging out with you!”

Both Cal and Zeb made scoffing noises at him. The rookie waved them off.

“Anyway, I hope this message finds your ears tomorrow, and I love you talk to you later!” Ezra finished before giving the phone back to Cal.

Cal put it to his ear one more time, “Well yeah, I just wanted you to know all that,” he said before he took the phone away, but then quickly put it back, “Oh! And Hera too tell her I love her too! Okay, well bye!”

He hung up this time and for some reason felt extremely satisfied over his actions, hoping Kanan would enjoy the message they left.

“Hey, did any of us actually get an Uber or have we all just been standing here?” Alex asked eventually.

Whoops.

“Oh my gooood, we forgot! Look at how smart you are,” Zeb said, pointing a finger at Alex’s forehead, “see guys this is why I am dating this man his thoughts are so hot.”

Cal smirked, “Hot thoughts.”

“Nice,” Ezra added.

They all just stood there again.

“The Uber!” Alex shouted.

Zeb smiled now, “Here,” he stated as he shoved his phone into Alex’s chest, “you get it hot thoughts man I bet you’ll like be so good at it.”

Alex smiled as he shook his head, looking down at Zeb’s screen.

“This is why everyone says the nine nine is ridiculous.”

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A/N:

So yeahh, there ya go!!! I know I am insane. And yes, expect to sporadically some more nuggets like this as the fic progresses. But they all love each other and we love to see it! Okay fr I gave you a long enough a/n on the chapter, but I just want to thank you again if you came here to read! Again, hope you had a wonderful new year and I'll see you in the next chapter!

[ukulelecal]

Biggest Fan pt. 4

In which you’re a famous singer and Calum is a fan of your music.

Warnings: maybe like one swear, but other than that not really

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Requested By: Anonymous originally

“hi can you do a blurb on calum where you’re also famous and u find out he’s interested in you and low key loves your music? shebjdjsj idk jus make it fluffy and ill love u forever”

A/N: another obnoxiously long wait, another part!!!! finally!! we got some cute calum all up in this bitch YEESS im in love with him. sorry its short (well like not super short but shorter than part 3), i wasn’t sure what else could happen without making it extensive for just one part. but give me some feedback, tell me what you thought!! also, do you guys want more parts? i could probably end it here if yall are done with this, but i also have some ideas for some more things that could happen!!! aka i could kill yall with some cuteness!! or make you cry with some angst!! what do you guys think???

Requests are OPEN!

*Gif not mine*

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Your head was pounding. Your stomach was churning. All the telltale signs of a hangover.

A groan fell from your lips, bringing your hand up to rub your eyes. After they adjusted to the light coming in from the windows, you glanced at the bed next to yours; Cara and Sam were still sleeping soundly. Your eyes then fell on the clock, squinting to see clearly. 12:34 PM. You hadn’t even realized you slept that late.

The occurrences of the previous night were one massive blur. You remembered getting ready to leave and meeting up with Calum and Mali, having a couple shots, but after that? Not much came back to you.

It wasn’t until you picked up your phone, seeing a text from Calum, that perhaps the most significant event of the night finally popped into your head.

You admitted your feelings to Calum. You kissed him.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to smile or punch yourself in the face.

Sure, you had been wanting something like that to happen. But, in a club and being totally wasted wasn’t exactly how you imagined it happening. You couldn’t really complain, though. He liked you back.

He liked you back.

Yeah, you had to smile.

You glanced down at your phone again, actually reading the text that Calum sent you.

Calum: I have to get back on the road later today. I really need to see you again before I go.

You bit your lip softly, typing out a reply.

Y/N: Definitely. Where should we meet up?

You set your phone back down on the nightstand to wait for a reply, and kicked the blankets off of you. Might as well start getting ready if you were going to meet up with Calum. You quietly padded to the bathroom, trying not to wake up Cara and Sam, and glanced in the mirror. Oh, yikes. You had managed to change out of your clothes before crashing in bed, apparently, but neglected to remove your makeup. Your eye makeup was smudged everywhere, and your lipstick was smeared a bit.

Well, that probably wasn’t entirely from sleeping.

You grabbed a makeup wipe and cleaned everything off, then thoroughly washed your face. From outside the bathroom, you heard your phone vibrate, and you quickly scurried out to check. There was another text from Calum.

Calum: You can come to my hotel, if that’s okay. I’ll take you back to yours on my way to the airport after.

Y/N: Sounds good, Cal

He proceeded to send you the name of the hotel and his room number, and you scurried over to your suitcase to get some clothes. You decided on something cute but casual, just for a meet up. A pair of mom jeans, and a simple white t-shirt tucked in.

As you went about your morning routine, you pondered exactly what you and Calum were going to talk about. The night before was inevitably going to come up, but that conversation could go in many different directions. You weren’t sure exactly how it would turn out.

Still, you meant every word you had said. You liked him a lot. Although your time together in person was limited, you texted and Skyped him a lot and got to know him very well. You fell for him from miles away.

After you finished getting ready, making yourself look as presentable as possible being quite hungover, you shook Cara and Sam awake, earning tired groans in response.

“You can go back to sleep if you want,” you chuckled. “Just wanted to let you know I’m going to go see Calum for a bit. I shouldn’t be too long.”

Cara grumbled something incoherent and buried her head deeper into the pillows. Rolling your eyes, you reached for the pad of paper and pen that hotels provided, and wrote out a quick note. Chances were, neither of them were going to remember a thing you said, if they even heard you at all.

You slipped on some shoes, grabbed your phone and room key, and headed out the door.

On the way down to the lobby, you put the address to Calum’s hotel into your phone to see how far it was. Turns out, it wasn’t far at all, only a couple blocks away. You decided against calling an Uber; you could walk.

You turned left out of your hotel and started your walk. It went by quickly and uneventfully, and you soon found yourself in the lobby of the hotel Calum was staying at. You headed towards the elevators and went up to the sixth floor, where he had said his room was. You then followed the signs to room 659.

Taking a deep breath, you gently rapped on the door. It opened a couple moments later to reveal Calum dressed in black joggers and a green hoodie with the word “empathy” printed across the front.

“Hey,” he said, a sleepy grin resting on his face. You could tell by the dark circles under his eyes and the disastrous state of his hair, that he was feeling the effects of a hangover as well.

“Hi,” you replied, and he stepped to the side to let you in. Letting the door fall shut behind you, he gestured to the bed, sheets wrinkled and messy from a night of sleep, for you to sit. You gingerly plopped yourself down on the edge, and Calum did the same next to you.

“So, um, have you seen the pictures?” Calum asked, scratching the back of his head as he turned to look at you, face slightly scrunched up. You furrowed your eyebrows at the question.

“What pictures?” You asked, confused. The only thing you had done on your phone was text Calum, not check social media. He sighed and grabbed his phone that was resting on his pile of pillows, and unlocked it; you didn’t want to be nosy, but you couldn’t help but notice that his lockscreen was a photo of his dog, Duke. He had shown you pictures of him when you were in Paris. You smiled a little. Hopefully you’d get to meet the little guy.

Then the familiar blue of Twitter appeared on his screen, and Calum used his thumb to scroll until he found what he was looking for. He clicked on a picture and handed you his phone to see.

Your heart dropped in your stomach a bit as you swiped through the many.

The pictures were all of you and Calum at the club. You were used to having your picture taken when you were just trying to do normal things or have fun, but these weren’t exactly the same. There were a couple of you and him dancing, but the majority were of you and him kissing.

It was those that made you slightly uncomfortable. Calum had you pinned against the wall, hands gripping your hips and your arms thrown around his neck, having a sloppy makeout session. That wasn’t the type of picture you wanted of yourself getting spread around the Internet.

“Oh,” you breathed out softly. Wordlessly, you handed Calum his phone back, gently taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I know,” he sighed, tossing the electronic back on the pillows. “I wish they would just leave us alone, you know?”

“Yeah.” It was normal for you to be scrolling through Twitter and suddenly find a picture of yourself walking down the street, getting into your car, having lunch with a friend. It definitely did get pretty annoying. “What are people saying about them?”

Calum sighed again, fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

“Similar things to what they said about the Paris pictures,” he began. “There were more of them that weren’t so nice, I guess.”

“Of course,” you grumbled under your breath, more to yourself rather than Calum. Another thing you were, unfortunately, used to was hate on the Internet. You had seen it all; jabs at your music, your appearance, your clothes, your personality. Most of the time, you tried not to even read it, ignore it the best you could, but curiosity got the best of you every once in a while. Nonetheless, you tried not to let it bother you. “What are we going to do, then?”

Calum hesitated before answering.

“I’m not sure what there is to do. Just don’t acknowledge it, I guess.”

You weren’t sure why you felt a wave of disappointment wash over you.

“And, about last night…” Calum continued, voice trailing off. Your eyes widened a bit.

This had been what you really wanted to talk about. You knew what you were hoping for him to say, but there was always the possibility that he could take it back. Tell you he was drunk and it didn’t mean anything. That you should just keep being friends.

“Did you mean what you said?” He asked, voice soft, and you could hear the slightest shake in his voice. A small smile graced your features.

“Of course I meant it,” you replied, just above a whisper. “I really do like you, a lot.”

Calum smiled, and your smile grew to match his.

“Did you?” You questioned, letting your head fall daintily to the side. Calum chuckled.

“Every word.”

He suddenly stood up, reaching his hand out. You gingerly grabbed it, letting him pull you to your feet and close to him. Looking up to meet his gaze, you found his brown eyes boring into you, and you felt your heart flutter.

Those damn eyes got you every time.

“I don’t think we had a very proper kiss last night,” he mused, running his thumb over your hands that were held between the two of you. “C-Can I kiss you again?”

Calum was mentally cursing himself for stuttering, but you were nodding and smiling fondly up at him, already starting to slowly lean in. He moved his hands to cup your cheeks, closing the distance between you.

This was more like the romantic first kiss you had imagined.

Your hands found his shoulders, letting them rest there.

Your heart was pounding. You were weak in the knees. You were wrapped around his finger.

He felt the same. Ever since he met you in Chicago, he knew you were special. It was a leap of faith for him to tweet you that day, so long ago, and he about died when you replied. He couldn’t be more glad.

The kiss eventually broke, and you stayed with your foreheads resting against each other, dazed smiles on both of your faces. Before either of you had the chance to say anything, Calum’s phone rang from where it sat on the bed. Of course, something had to ruin the moment.

He sighed heavily, mumbling out an apology before reaching for it.

After he hit decline to whoever was calling him, he tossed it down and reached for your hands again.

“I have to leave for my flight,” he sighed, almost sounding upset that he had to go. As much as you wanted to have more time with him, more than just these few minutes, you knew he had a tour to get back to.

“Okay,” you replied, giving his hands a light squeeze. “I can walk back to my hotel.”

“Are you sure? I can ask my driver to drop you off on the way.” You shook your head. “No, don’t worry about it. I’m only a couple blocks away.”

He nodded, pulling you in for a hug. You breathed out deeply as you wrapped your arms around his torso, taking in his scent. You knew it would be a while before you saw each other again, maybe not even until after he finished the North American leg of his tour, which was the last one.

You just didn’t want to leave him.

“Text me later, okay?” You mumbled into his chest, eyes unintentionally falling shut.

“Definitely.”

You pulled away from the hug, looking up at him with a grin.

“Bye, Calum.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

Hesitantly, you removed yourselves from each other grasps, and Calum walked you to the door.

Just as you stepped foot into the hallway, Calum grabbed your wrist and spun you around.

“One more,” he breathed out, pulling you in for another kiss. You melted into it. How was a simple kiss so heavenly?

“Now I’m good,” he chuckled when he pulled away, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little as well. You bid your final goodbyes, and before you knew it, you were on your way back to your hotel.

…

After you returned and relayed every single detail of what happened onto the finally awake Cara and Sam, you decided to spend the day relaxing by the pool.

You were laying out on your chair, catching some California sun, when the thought came to you; you and Calum for sure liked each other, but nothing ever became official. What were you?

You wanted to wait, didn’t want to seem desperate, but it was nagging you. Did shared feelings and a few kisses mean you were together? Official? Unofficial?

Letting out a deep breath, you reached for your phone, typing a simple, straightforward text out to Calum.

Y/N: Cal? What are we?

You weren’t expecting a reply right away, assuming he was probably on the plane, but much to your surprise, you got one just a few minutes later.

Calum: I mean, I kind of wanted to ask you this in person, but that depends on how you answer this question

The typing bubbles appeared, signalling he was still typing. You bit your lip as your heart pounded in your chest. The next text couldn’t come soon enough.

Calum: Would you like to be my girlfriend, Y/N?

And everything suddenly seemed like it fell into place.

Y/N: I would love to be your girlfriend, Calum. And I would love for you to be my boyfriend

Calum: You’re fucking adorable. I wish I was there to kiss you right now

You giggled a little, covering your mouth with your hand.

Y/N: Can’t wait until I see you again so we can do boyfriend-girlfriend things like kissing xo

Calum: Soon, just a few weeks left. I’m boarding now, I’ll call you later, ok?

Y/N: Ok. Have a safe flight!

His response was a few heart emojis, and you locked your phone. There was no way in hell you could wipe the smile off your face.

It was official. Boyfriend-girlfriend official.

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Cara asked, returning with Sam from the bar where they had been getting drinks. You giggled, covering your face with your hands.

“He asked me out,” you mumbled from behind your hands, earning excited squeals from your friends.

“Now we can like, go on double dates and stuff!”

You laughed at the comment from Sam, finally removing your hands from your face.

It was surreal, but it was happening. After he tweeted you never thought you’d end up dating. After Chicago, it was a thought in your mind. After Paris, you wanted it. Now, here you were.

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Knock Em Out (Girls Talk Boys Part 29)

You can't knock em out, you can't walk away, Try desperately to think of the politest way to say, "Just get out my face" Just leave me alone", "And no you can't have my number", "'Cause I've lost my phone"

Go away now, let me go, Are you stupid? Or just a little slow? "Please fuck off" Go away now I've made myself clear, I don't think so, Nah it's not gonna happen, Not in a million years

Camille took a sip of the mystery punch in the red cup Calum had just given her and made a face. It was almost too sweet but it helped mask the amount of vodka loaded into it. They were at a house party for one of Calum's buddies, Camille wasn't a fan of the guy, he was older and a bit sketchy in her opinion, but he'd made a real effort with her friends so here she was.

“Easy now babe, we know what a lightweight you can be” Calum teased grinning down at her.

Calum hadn't stopped teasing her about getting shitfaced with Luke last week. They'd been grounded from each other for a month unless they had adult supervision. Calum had threatened to spank her if she broke the rules. So of course she went to Luke's the very next day to see if Calum would back up his threats. Which he did. All of the guys hadn't forgotten her blatantly flirting with Calum either, and some things really stuck.

“What's up King? Your grace,” Michael came up behind them. “About time you fucking made it.”

“Piss off Mikey,” Camille laughed blushing a bit.

“Awww I love drunk Camille, she has no filter and this party is hella lame so far,” Michael pushed her cup towards her.

“Are you kidding this shit tastes like bad decisions and regret. Where'd you get the beer?” Camille pointed to the bottle in his hand.

“Right this way my lady,” Mikey led them over to where Luke and Summer were sitting next to a cooler.

“Hey peanut,” Camille scratched Luke behind the ear and smiled at his girlfriend.

“That dress looks really cute on you Summer,” Camille meant the compliment, the yellow dress played well against her olive skin.

To Camille's surprise she smiled back. “Thanks Camille, you look cute too. I like those shoes.” Summer replied.

Calum had stopped to talk to Ashton and a couple of people Camille didn't know, she tried not to be nervous. The boys were all here and Cal's friends had all been nice to her so far but she couldn't help but notice more than a couple girls lingering around the edges of the group their eyes glued to her boyfriend. She'd been introduced to a couple of them but to be honest they all looked so much alike Camille couldn't tell them apart. They all were tall and thin with the same contoured makeup, same bold eyebrows, and the same lip fillers. She wished Cher had tagged along but Cher hated parties like this and not being officially a girlfriend she wasn't obliged to come.

Calum slid his arms around her shoulders from behind and kissed the top of her head.  The way the smell of sandalwood, leather and tobacco tickled her nose when he wrapped himself around her was intoxicating, the way his chest pressed against her back so she could feel his heartbeat was thrilling. Camille always felt like nothing could hurt her when Calum was holding her. She caught a couple of dirty looks thrown her way, but she tried not to let it bother her. She knew all too well what it was like to be jealous of Calum's girlfriend. He pulled back and smacked her ass “C’mon babe, let’s go play beer pong against Mikey and Crystal”

“I gotta drive us home babe, besides my feet are going to be killing me if I don't sit down for a little bit. I'll come find you in a few minutes.” Camille kissed him on his jaw and pulled up a chair next to Luke.

“Ooh I get to sit with the pretty girls,” Luke winked at Camille and Summer.

The three of them chatted for a bit and Camille took advantage of Summer's good mood to ask her questions about her work.

“I never properly got to thank you for my Christmas present,” Camille told her. “That photograph of Calum was amazing. You're so talented.”

“Well you know it's pretty hard to take a bad photo of these guys,” Summer chuckled and Camille nodded. “And you two really have that perfect couple vibe. You two are so cute, and I bet Calum is a perfect boyfriend.”

Camille grinned and spotted Calum across the room with a group of guys being rowdy. One of the girls, a redhead kept lingering around him, asking him questions and touching his arm when she did. She was blatantly hitting on him and Calum was either oblivious or at least pretending to be.

Camille shrugged it off, it was just part of dating a guy like Calum. Summer, however wouldn’t let it go. Summer was already slurring a bit, thanks to the vodka punch, and seemed determined to point out to Camille that same girl seemed to be hovering over Calum each time they looked up. Camille watched as the ginger who'd been following Calum around went up to Crystal for a chat. She saw both girls look towards Calum and Ashton before Crystal point towards where Camille and Summer were sitting, Camille smiled at her and the girl scowled and shook her head retreating to her group of friends.

Summer had by now climbed onto Luke's lap and they were having a noisy make out session so Camille got up and made her way to the rest of the boys.

“What was that all about?” she asked Crystal who grinned.

“You already know, I saw you watching her.” Crystal replied winking at her. Ever since the Halloween party Crystal had really warmed up to her. Camille understood the hesitation. Calum had a girlfriend when they met and there were plenty of girls who tried to interfere with both Calum and Michael’s relationships, something Crystal wasn’t amused by.

“I wasn't worried. I don't think Calum even noticed her.” Camille almost believed what she said.

“Notice who?” Calum was behind her again, his arms encircling her waist, and his chin resting on top of her head.

“The girl who's been following you around since we got here.” Camille could tell he had a buzz by his goofy grin.

“Yeah told her I had a girlfriend, I'm not gonna leave you right when you come into some money.” Calum joked and they both laughed.

Earlier in the week, after Camille sobered up from her adventure with Luke she'd told Calum about the contract she'd signed. Even though he didn't fully understand the details he was immensely proud of her, and kept telling all his friends how amazing she was at her job. The other night he'd tried explaining it to his mom over video chat but he ended up having to call Camille away from cooking dinner to help him on the details. He hated that her career kept her in constant contact with NFL players, but he knew that was his own insecurity talking. She wasn't thrilled with how much female attention he got either and if she dealt with it then he could too. Camille wasn't going to let anyone or anything get in her way.

The party was fun considering Camille was fairly sober, some of the girls were starting to get sloppy and were boldly making moves on the guys. Ashton was fending off one blonde girl desperately trying to get him to go upstairs. At first he laughed it off but as she got more aggressive Ashton finally got fed up.

“Because I'm not fucking interested okay?” Camille heard the frustration in his voice and she went to go save him.

“That's not what you said last time. Is it because I didn't let you put it in my ass?” the blonde girl whined and Camille stepped up.

“Everything okay Ashton? Cal's looking for you.” Camille eyed the blonde who was glaring at them before she retreated in a huff.

“Everything good?” Cam raised her eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, look about that...” he started.

“Ashton I know you have a past, it's not a big deal. You looked like you could use an interruption.” Camille snickered.

“Look I know Cher's told you we're not together exclusively or in a relationship but” Ashton was stammering barely able to get the words out.

“Ashton calm down, I know the deal and I love whatever y'all are doing because you're both happy with it. Good move on not going upstairs with that girl though.” Camille winked and laughed until she saw the strangest “Oh shit” expression cross Ashton's face before he looked at her.

Camille spun around and saw that same busted redhead from earlier surrounding Calum with her friends. She'd slung herself into Calum's lap, and he was frantically trying to get her off of him. Her friends were all but pushing her into Cal making it almost appear he was wrestling a spider.

“Excuse me honey, but you're in my seat.” Camille's icy tone made everyone stop and look at her. Calum stood up trying to balance the girl so she didn't topple over. Heels and alcohol won out and she went down flailing like she was trying to draw a foul.

Drunk and embarrassed she began to cry, but before anyone could help her up. A short but absolutely massive looking guy came barreling through the crowd, knocking people out of the way.

“Did you just push my girlfriend you little Asian fucker?” the meathead shouted in Calum's direction.

Ashton went to step between them to diffuse the situation but he didn't get the chance.

“First of all he didn't push her, her drunk ass fell. Second, if that's your girlfriend you need to get your girl. She's throwing herself at all these guys including my boyfriend, It's really not a good look.” Camille snapped glaring at this drunk asshole.

“What the fuck did you say you fat bitch. You think my girl wants your bitch was boyfriend?” He spat at her.

“Clearly she fucking does,” Camille saw Ashton and Calum trying to get through the guys friends who were blocking their way. Luke had come up beside her trying to pull her away but she shrugged him off. “Don't get pissed at him because your girl went looking for better dick.”

Camille tried to duck away but he grabbed her arm. Calum had broken through and was charging towards him. Luke tried to grab Camille away from him but the guy landed a sloppy punch that caught Luke in the shoulder just hard enough to knock him down. He yanked Camille back towards him.

CRACK

It was loud enough that everyone stopped to look.

THUMP

The guy hit the ground clutching his jaw. Camille stood over him beer bottle in hand.

“Don't get up. If you ever touch me again I'll kick your teeth in.” Camille snarled.

He pushed himself up earning him a kick to the ribs. “Stay DOWN!” Camille shouted before all hell broke loose.

Calum snatched Camille up throwing her over his shoulder. He carried her outside Ashton trailing behind. Calum set her down and grabbed her shoulders. “Are you crazy?” His eyes were wild and his breathing frantic. “You could've gotten hurt. What the fuck Camille?”

“We gotta go,” Ashton said “before this gets bad.”

“Okay you and Camille can drive.” Calum told him. “We'll drop Summer off and you take the others straight home.”

Ashton nodded and winked at Camille “Don't let him be to hard on you, that was awesome sweetheart.”

They gathered everyone up and loaded them into the cars. Summer didn't live very far and they'd gotten a couple blocks from her house after dropping her off when Camille heard Calum growl “PULL OVER!”

Alarmed she pulled over on a residential street in front of a house for sale.

“If you're gonna be sick you need to-” Camille couldn't finish before his mouth was on hers, his body pressing hers back into the seat. His hands all but ripped the seat belt away from her. Calum was pulling her towards him tugging her skirt up

“Baby I need you right now. That got me so turned on seeing you kick his ass. You're so fucking sexy darling, please ride me baby. I'm not gonna last long I'm sorry but I need you. Please darling need you, so much, so good,” Calum mumbled yanking her panties to the side, he buried himself in her lost completely in his desire for her.

The next morning Cher had just walked into the kitchen and was making coffee when she heard shouting out back. She looked out the back door towards the courtyard and saw a massive argument unfolding.

“Oh shit,” she yelped pulling out her phone to text Camille.

“Am I making breakfast for everyone or just us?” Ashton asked coming into the kitchen behind her. “ What's going on out there? Oh shit,” Ashton's eyes bugged out when he saw what was happening.

Camille came thundering down the stairs still pulling her clothes on. She scurried over to the back door “what's going on Cher? Oh shit well we can guess what that's about.” Camille said and Cher laughed.

“What are you talking about?” Calum came into the kitchen. The coffee had finished so he poured a cup for both he and Camille before joining them by the door. “Okay so what's this about? I thought Nick and Cody were fine.”

“I wasn't supposed to say anything but Cody has been cheating on Nick,” Camille told him as Nick was throwing Cody's belongings out on the back porch. They were both yelling at each other. Cody had his arms crossed clearly defensive and Nick was red faced and furious. When he started pointing across the courtyard Camille and Cher exchanged a glance “uh oh,” Cher whispered.

“What? What's happening? Is it someone here?” Ashton was catching on.

“Yeah...” Camille told him.

“Camille,” something in Calum's voice made her look up “who is it?”

Camille grinned “It's Harry, I caught them together.”

“When? Why didn't you tell me?” Calum looked pissed.

“Baby, don't do this. This has nothing to do with us, I didn't tell you because they didn't want anyone to know. I only told Cher because we have to deal with Cody when it all blows up.” Camille placed her hands on his chest “Please don't make a big deal out of it.” Camille didn't have the energy for another stupid argument.

“Of course not darling,” Calum kissed her forehead. “Especially when I know my girl can kick my ass.”

Ashton made cheese omelets for Cal, Cher and himself. Camille didn't eat eggs so she made herself a bagel and some of the bacon Ashton pulled out of the oven. Camille made everyone a fruit cup with fresh pineapple and pear slices. They sat on the back porch watching the days drama unfold. After breakfast Ashton went with Cal to go tend to Duke trying to avoid the arguing couple they went out the front door and around the long way. They were both still laughing about Camille taking that asshole down. When Ashton thought he saw something moving under a bush across the parking lot. He thought he imagined it but then he barely saw it again, he started to jog across the lot. Calum stopped and watched him stop and bend down to scoop up a ball of fluff.

Ashton waved him over and Calum ran up to find he'd found a tiny brown kitten.

“What should we do?” Ashton asked him.

Calum pulled his t shirt off over his head to wrap the little kitty up and keep him warm. “Do you see any others?” Calum asked holding the kitten gently against his chest.

Ashton crawled around looking through the bushes but saw no signs of other cats. He shook his head.

“We gotta get this little guy to the vet. Let's go grab Duke and we'll head out. Text the guys and tell them where we're going, that practice is gonna be late.” Calum was already headed to get his dog and his keys. 

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