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itisannak · 4 years ago

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Dr. Angel Face Prequel Part 2: House Date to Board Prep (Calum Hood Smut)

Summary: After 2 incredible dates, Calum and (Y/N) take their relationship a bit further. (Smut, Unprotected Sex, Oral; female receiving, Oral; male receiving) (Words: 7.2k) (Part 1 of Prequels: Meet Cute to 2nd Date, Part 3 of Prequels: Boards to Wedding Invitation, Part 4 of Prequels: Wedding Invitation to Midnight Visit, Part 5 of Prequels: Visiting on Tour to Leaving for Europe, Part 6: Being Away to New Year’s Day , Part 7: Birthday Boy , Part 8 of Prequels: First Fight to First Anniversary , Part 9 of Prequels: Meet the Family, Part 10 of Prequels: Moving In) (Main Stories: Part 1: Fetish, Part 2: Heat, Part 3: Heat Extended, Part 4: Dr. Angel Face, Alternative AU: Dr. Angel Face Alternative)

I cannot help but be cheerful the next morning as I roam the corridors of the hospital. My mind keeps on traveling back to kissing Calum, the memory of the sensation his lips had against mine giving me chills. "Earth to (Y/N)..." Maggie snaps her fingers in front of my face, making me snap out of it. "Oh my God... Did you... You had sex?" Maggie asks, looking at me in surprise. There is no secret that I am adamant about not getting involved with anyone after the last time I got my heart broken, some even going as far as calling me "April 2.0". It's fine, they can talk all they want, as long as they recognize I am on my way to become a neuro-goddess. "We kissed..." I reply, biting my lip. I know it looks immature, a bit childish to get excited over just kissing, but it felt so different from all others. "He must be an awfully good kisser for you to be like that today..." She comments and I sigh, totally enamored at the thought of him. "He is... Everything I wanted him to be and more." I state, making her hum approvingly. "How was the date? Or was kissing the only good part?" 'He took me to a movie screening in the park. It was great, it happened to be his favorite, so I got an insight into his personality, his interests. And then we talked... He is so intelligent, I could talk with him for hours. And he is actually caring, like... On our first date, I was texted about Amelia waking up and he actually asked me how she is doing. And then he asked me about the hierarchy here and it felt so good that he actually wanted to learn about my job. And he is not one of those guys who are like 'I asked you out once, now it is your turn...' And he is calm, do you know how hard it is to find a calm guy?" I ask her, earning a chuckle. "You are fawning... Look at you... The guy who stole the goddess's heart has been found..." She mocks me and I roll my eyes. "Can we please not tease poor little (Y/N) over her crush? Or should I say, poor little Dr. Angel Face..." Jo chimes in, joining me and Maggie. "Ok, how do you know about that?" I ask. "I was passing by the exam room when he asked you out. Cute guy... Not my type, obviously, but I can see why you like him." She giggles and I scoff. "He calls you Dr. Angel Face?" Maggie asks, cocking an eyebrow. "Can we change the subject? I feel cornered..." I plead, feeling my face heating up.

I don't even wait until I get inside my car before I call Calum. I am so eager to hear his voice, my heart pounding in my chest. "Hi, Dr. Angel Face." He greets me, making me feel fuzzy on the inside. "Hi, Chicken Tender Guy. How are you?" I ask him, putting the call on loudspeaker before I start the car. "Be honest with me... Do you have me saved on your phone as Chicken Tender Guy?" He asks me and I chuckle. "No. Cal. Do you have me saved as Dr. Angel Face?" "How else would I have you saved as..." He scoffs softly. "Seriously now?" I ask and he hums. "As serious as a heart attack. Or shall I say stroke? It is closer to your expertise, right?" He asks. "Yep. Anyway, I just want to ask how your day is going..." "It has been full. We had an interview in the morning and then practice. Then promo shooting. I have just got home..." He sighs. "Oh, I am so sorry..." "I will survive. How was yours?" "It was nice, I guess. I had surgery early in the morning, then I did mostly studying for my boards and I covered the pit. I am heading home now." "Are you prepared for boards?" He asks me. "I still have a couple of weeks, but yeah, I am ready as I can be, I think. You can never be truly, fully ready." I state. "Do you have study buddies?" He asks me and I scoff. "All the people I became an intern with have already had their exams. Neuro takes 2 years more to complete, so my peers have already moved on." I explain. "Well, if you ever need help, I can hold flashcards really well..." He giggles. "Are you doing something tonight?" I ask and he groans. "I am spent. I will take a shower and hit the hay." "Pity. I was thinking of inviting you over for a drink..." "If you think you can get me to bed on date 3, you are dead wrong, Dr. Angel Face... Don't ever think I will fall for your charms, your sparkly eyes, and the facts you always smell nice and that you are a great kisser. I am not going to fall for all that..." He is clearly joking which only brings a burst of loud laughter out of me. "Oh, you busted my plan, Calum... It is just a drink... Maybe a movie and a pizza too, you can relax..." I giggle. "Tonight I am exhausted. Can we do it tomorrow?" He asks. "My roommate is going to be out of the house. Are you comfortable with being just us or are you afraid you won't be able to resist my charms, my nice smell, and my amazing lips?" I ask. "I can always try. What time should I be over?" "Maybe at around 7... I get off at 6 and I need to shower and tidy up." "Should I bring anything?" "No, we will order once you are over at my place. You remember where the apartment is?" "Of course. What are you going to do tonight?" "Well, since my plans to seduce you tanked, I will have to go home, shower, eat and revise..." I sigh. "Sounds fun... Well, better than my plans..." "Please, you are going to bed... I could kill for a nice night of sleep." "Maybe go to bed too. Or maybe you won't be able to sleep because you will be thinking of me kissing you..." "Have you been losing sleep over that thought, Cal?" "It was in my head all day. It sounds weird, I know. We've only gone out twice... But it felt nice... You know how to kiss, (Y/N)..." I feel butterflies in my stomach, making me feel hot in the face. "Well, thank you, Calum." "Alright, my dog needs walking, so I have to go... See you tomorrow." I can hear the faint sound of a dog yapping, barking softly to gain attention. "Make sure to pet the good boy for me. See you tomorrow." I giggle, ending the call. I dance happily at my seat, dropping my phone on the passenger seat before I start the car.

I counted the minutes until Calum would ring my bell, my excitement only growing bigger as the seconds passed. I wore my best jeans and a satin top, after showering in my vanilla and coffee shower gel. I loved that he complimented how good I smell and I want to continue with that pattern. My housemate is off to an all-night shift, so I know I have the house to myself. I don't exactly plan to sleep with Calum tonight, but I know damn well I will not be able to resist him if it comes down to it. I check the house one last time; there is wine in the fridge and dessert as well, the pizza is going to be ordered when he arrives. My Netflix bill has been paid, so we can actually watch a movie. I have been having this list in my head, of all the things that could go wrong tonight, ever since I woke up this morning. I have checked my mental to-do list more times than I can count, and each time I add more and more items to it. I don't think this type of anxiety has ever taken over me before.

My doorbell rings, making me bounce on my heel as I try to pull myself together and open the door. "Hi. Did I come early?" He asks me, smiling brightly. "No, not at all. I have been expecting you a lot earlier if I am being honest." I reply, moving from the door to let him in. "I was actually in my car, waiting for my clock to strike 19:05... This is for you." He hands me a tall, narrow bag. I open it, finding a bottle of cherry wine inside. "You didn't have to." "I remember you told me your favorite song for a while was Cherry Wine by Hozier. And I was in the liquor store, trying to find what I should get for you when I stumbled upon it." He explains. "You remembered that?" I ask, scanning the bottle. "Of course. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it." He smiles at me as we move towards the living room. "I will keep it to drink after my board exams. Either to drown my sorrow or celebrate my success." I chuckle. "I am sure it will be to celebrate." He replies. "Are you ready to order pizza?" I ask, grabbing my phone. "Sure. You could have ordered whatever though. I pretty much eat everything..." He giggles, taking a seat on the couch. I kneel on the plush cushion of the couch, clicking on the app. "What about a Margherita and a Chicken one?" I ask and he nods. "Sure, sounds good." He mumbles nonchalantly.

I can tell there is a bit of awkwardness in the room, which makes a pinch spread to my stomach. I place my order before I take a seat on the couch, looking over towards Calum. "Is it just me, or this is the most awkward we have been yet?" I ask; I cannot do the whole subtle asking game. I am used to getting straight to the point. "Oh, thank God you noticed... I thought it was just me." He sighs in relief. "Why are we awkward? We were just fine talking over the phone yesterday..." I point out and he shrugs. "My theory is just as good as yours." "Ok, but there is clearly a reason. Why do you feel awkward?" I ask him, making him chuckle. "I am not telling you." He states. "If you tell me, then I'll tell you why I am feeling awkward..." I promise and he cocks an eyebrow, gesturing for me to speak. "You go first." He tilts his head to the side. "I am feeling awkward because I want to give you a nice night. I want you to have fun at my place." I explain. "Now you. What makes you feel awkward, Mr. Hood?" I ask and he chuckles. "Last time I saw you, we kissed. And I really want to kiss you, but I am not sure whether or not I should make a move." He replies. I shake my head at him, scooting closer to him. "You are telling me that the guy who faked a headache just to see me again and ask for a date, is too shy to make a move..." I chuckle, biting my bottom lip. "I don't want to seem like I am forcing myself on you." "That would only happen if I didn't want you to kiss me..." "You want me to kiss you?" He asks me, licking his lips. "Do I need to spell it out for you?" I ask, making him chuckle as he leans in to kiss me. His hand rests gently on my cheek, thumb stroking softly as we kiss slowly. I like the way his lips feel right now, he is a little hesitant so he is kissing me tenderly, without rushing me to deepen the kiss. "Your lips are so soft..." He mumbles, still resting his lips against mine. I move to straddle him, resting my legs on each side of his lap. "Oh..." He gasps, making me have second thoughts about this such a daring move. But the smirk on his face before he pulls me in for a kiss makes me sigh in relief.

His hands rest on my hips, while I hold his face in my hands. He hums softly as we make out, hums turning into moans as I move against him. "You smell so good..." I moan as his lips move down my neck. I shiver, biting my bottom lip in anticipation. "You smell like heaven... Fuck..." He curses, looking at me in the eye. "What?" I ask him and he chuckles softly. "Your plan to seduce me is working..." He jokes and I shake my head. "You didn't stand a chance, buddy..." I giggle, earning a laugh from Calum. I try to move away, but his hand on my waist stops me. "I thought you weren't the guy to fall for charms on the third date..." I tease him and he shrugs. "I don't mind breaking my rule for you..." He chuckles, making me lean down to kiss him. His hand moves to the back of my head, while I rest mine on top of his chest.

"I am so glad you have ordered the pizza already..." I hear my roommate shout from the door. Her voice startles me, making me jolt away from Calum's lap. "Jean... Aren't you supposed to be on-call for the night?" I stand up from the couch, fixing my clothes as she steps into the apartment. "I switched with Jo. I wanted to study. Oh, you are with company..." She points out as her eyes land on Calum. "Hi, Jean. I am Calum. I have heard so many things about you..." Calum stands up to shake her hand. "Likewise. I didn't know you were on a hot date..." She teases me. I clear my throat and look at Calum nervously, who just smiles at me. Jean takes a seat on the couch, opening the box of pizza. "Are you going to look at me or bring the napkins?" She asks me, making me nod my head at her. "I'll help you with the wine. Jean, are you joining us for a glass?" Calum asks, in his casually charming style. "Sure." She shrugs.

Calum follows me to the kitchen while I bite my lip in an awkward way. "I am sorry about that. I didn't know she would be back so early..." I mumble as I reach for the glasses. Calum chuckles and shrugs, pulling me closer to him by the belt loops of my jeans. "It is fine... You have nothing to apologize for. It wasn't your fault she switched." He replies. My eyes are glued on his lips, taking in the way they move as he talks. "Do you mind if I steal one more kiss from you? I feel like we were interrupted a little abruptly..." He leans down to whisper in my ear. I feel a shiver run down my body before I lean in to press my lips against his. He glues me to his chest, making me feel how warm he is. God, I wish he would just push me up on the counter and fuck me till I go blank. But he is too much of a gentleman to do that. "Are you guys going to be late? I am about to lose patience and dig into the pizza." Jean shouts from the living room, making me groan and roll my eyes at my cock-blocking roommate. "Come on... We have plenty of other times to continue with that..." He strokes a piece of hair behind my ear before he takes the glasses from the countertop.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay the night?" I ask Calum as I walk him out to his car. I could sense he was wishing for some space away from Jean, just as I was too. She has been constantly trying to interrupt every little moment that was on the verge of developing between Calum and me. "I don't think it would be appropriate. Plus, Jean is making me feel kind of unwanted... So..." He shrugs his shoulders, putting his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. "I am sorry for that... I don't know what to say..." I try to apologize but he shakes his head at me. "You don't have to be. It is not your fault. For what is worth, I had a great time with you tonight... You are a great host." He smiles at me, making me chuckle. "I do my best to please my guests. I hope next time we have an even better time." I reply, smiling softly at him. "When can I see you again?" He asks me. "This week is almost gone. My next free day is on Sunday and it is my turn to clean the house and do laundry. And then next week I have to study for the boards and we have the intern mixer on Friday... It will be a busy fortnight." I sigh, looking at him with hope written all over my face. I hope he doesn't think I am trying to avoid him, I hope he doesn't get mad at me as my ex did. "If you can sneak an hour, even just an hour, I want you to text me. I told you I am leaving for promo soon, I don't want to leave without seeing you." He replies, placing his hand on my cheek softly before he leans to peck on my forehead. My heart is about to burst and I can't help but smile. He understands, at least for now. "I promise. But I have to warn you, you might see me totally disheveled." I giggle and he scoffs. "That's alright. I don't mind." He says groggily. "Will you call me when you make it home?" I ask him. "You want me to?" "Yes." "Then I will. As soon as I step into the house. I am not going to say goodnight now, then." "What about a kiss goodnight then?" I ask him and he licks his lips before he leans down to kiss me.

"Dr. Angel Face..." I hear someone too familiar call from behind me. I turn around finding Calum smirking at me as he takes in my appearance. "What are you doing here, Cal?" I ask, smiling from ear to ear. "I wanted to see you. And I remember you telling me about that mixer you have today." He replies, leaning in to press his lips against my forehead. "That's actually too sweet. Come on, let's get to the party." I suggest, taking his hand in mine. "You look so good tonight..." He leans down, whispering in my ear after pushing my hair to the side. "You always think I look good." I reply, feeling goosebumps rise on my skin as his breath fans against it. "It's because you always do." He responds, resting his hand on my hip. "Hi, there. I didn't know you were bringing a plus one..." "Dr. Bailey... This is Calum Hood, a friend of mine. Calum, this is Dr. Miranda Bailey, Chief of Surgery." "It is a pleasure to meet you up close. I have heard so many great things about you, I have to admit I admire you. Dr. (Y/L/N) wasn't aware I was joining you this evening, I hope this is not a problem." Calum chimes in, shaking Bailey's hand. She smiles at him, look as cocky as usual. "Not at all, Mr. Hood. I hope you enjoy yourselves." She replies, eyeing Calum from head to toe. "I am sure we will. And please, call me Calum..." He replies, shaking her hand. Miranda hums and cocks an eyebrow at me, in a teasing way. "Charming much?" I ask Calum as I turn to look at him. I stand before him, placing my hands on his chest, tilting my head to the side as I stare. "I am just a friend of yours?" He asks me; I can see in his eyes he is just a tiny bit disappointed. "Are you more?" I ask, not daring to look at him. We have not bothered with labels yet; we have only been out on a couple of dates, either way. "I thought I was. Aren't I?" "I didn't know if you wanted to be more..." I reply, feeling him pull my chin up with the tips of his fingers. "I want to be everything I can be to you." He assures me; all I can do is stare at his lips, how nicely they move as he talks. "Cal, I told you before I don't do the dating song and dance, and I told you the reason why. If... If this gets more, are you sure you will be ok with me canceling last minute because of emergency surgery? Are you willing to get into this whole thing?" I ask and he chuckles. "I told you before, I get you. I am willing to do it if you are." He replies, resting his hand on my cheek. "Are you sure? Between my surgeries and your concerts, the time we will have..." I begin but he places his thumb on my bottom lip. "The time we will have together will be even more precious. I don't wanna pressure you. If you want me to be just a friend, I understand." He states, moving to pull his hand away, but my hand wraps around his wrist, keeping it there. "I want you to be everything you can be to me... I really do." I whisper and his hand slides to the back of my head. "Then I will be everything." He replies, licking his lips a little. "I am leaving for tour in a few weeks." He mumbles, sighing at the end. "I know. Come with me. I want to show you something." I whisper, leaning on to place a kiss on the spot below his ear. "Where?" He asks as I drag him out of the room.

I open a supply closet, checking if anyone is inside before I practically shove him into the room. "What's in here?" He asks, looking around. "This is a supply room. And the place where doctors and nurses fuck if the on-call rooms are unavailable. And one of the places I always wanted to have sex in..." I stutter and he looks at me with wide eyes, gulping down thickly. "Well, I can help make that wish come true..." He replies, turning me around so my back presses against the wall. "Why the hell do you think I brought you here?" I feel my core throb at the thought of being pinned against the wall, with him pounding inside me. "Oh yeah? Then what am I waiting for?" He asks me, bringing his hands to my hips. "I was about to ask the same question..." I mumble, making him chuckle. Slowly, his hands rise up my torso, working on unbuttoning my shirt. The tips of his fingers graze my skin as it becomes bare of clothing, making my skin erupt in goosebumps. I pulse around nothing, becoming impatient to get to the main course. "Are you sure we are not going to get caught?" He asks, unzipping my pants. "Isn't that the fun part?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him. He closes his eyes and smile, sliding my pants down my thighs before I step out of them and he wraps my legs around his waist, picking me up. He pulls my panties to the side, freeing my soaping core. "If you don't fuck me now..." I begin, but his hand presses against my mouth. "What you gonna do, baby? Gonna tie me up? Gonna ride my cock? What you gonna do?" He asks, rubbing his cock along my folds. My voice gets caught in the back of my throat, my brain for the first time becoming unable to form a response. "Tell me, baby... What are you going to do to me if I don't fuck you right now?" He asks, licking his lips, making them even more attractive. "Please..." is all I utter, earning a hum from Calum's lips. "Alright then. Let's see what I can do for you..." He mutters, thrusting inside me. I tense up as I feel him stretch me up, my breath hitching up while my body tries to accommodate his length. "Holy fuck, you are so tight." He hisses, his voice breaking at the end, causing me to dig my nails into his arms as I try not to lose my mind over how hot he sounds like that. He moves slowly, giving me enough time to adjust to him, burying his cock deep inside me and keeping it there, throbbing as I pulse around him. Involuntarily, my hips move against him, trying to get some friction. "Want me to move, princess? Want me to slam my hips against yours? Want me to fuck this little pussy with all I've got?" He asks, bringing his lips to the nook of my neck. "Please... I am begging you." I rasp, feeling my skin erupt in goosebumps. "You are so good at begging... I'd like to hear more." He whispers, grazing his teeth over my neck. Most of the time since we started dating, my biggest worry was about our sex life. Up until this moment, everything was very platonic, the only 'spicy' thing in our relationship being a makeout session we had after a date. I have fantasized about him way too many times, and the picture I have painted of him looks great in my mind.

But this... oh, this is good. He surpasses all expectations. Without me asking for it, Calum's hand lowers to my clit, his thumb stroking over it fast as he slams on me. I twitch, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as it presses against the wall. "Yeah, that's good baby, ain't it?" He asks cockily as if my pulsing, soaping core and shallow breath aren't giving away the fact that I am on cloud nine. "You should really start kissing me right now... If not, the whole hospital is going to hear me." I bite on my bottom lip, feeling my cheeks heat up. "That would be fun. But we don't want to wake up the patients, do we now?" He whispers as he brings his face closer to mine, grazing his lips over mine feather-softly. I shake my head no, before he engulfs my lips with his, pressing my body more against the wall. It feels so weird, yet so nice, hiding away in a closet in the middle of my workplace and having sex with this god of a man "I am so close." I announce as we part to catch a breath, feeling a knot in the pit of my stomach. "Yeah, I can tell. Go ahead, angel. Cum around my cock..." He encourages me, rubbing his thumb faster as his tip hits right on my spot.

I can't even see clear as I get closer and closer with every thrust, his own breathing, and moaning sending me into an overdrive of sensations. My head tilts back as I force myself to stay as quiet as possible, lips pressed together and face tensed. "Fuck... Fuck, you feel so good pulsing around my cock, so good, milking my dick..." He hisses, cupping my jaw and forcing me to look at him as I ride my high. "I wanna cum..." He moans, his lips pursed slightly as his cheeks get rosy. "Cum...I wanna feel all of you..." I nearly beg, my chest heaving. Calum looks at me with his eyes wide and his Adam's apple popping off. "Yeah, princess? Want my cum inside you? Want me to fill you up?" He asks, slamming his hips harshly, guiding his cock as deep as it gets. "Please..." It's all I utter, getting a little too warm, fuzzy, and tired. He curses, still stroking my clit, making my body jolt at times as this little touch doesn't allow my body to push past the sensation of my high. And then he finally cums, gripping onto me as spills rope after rope of cum inside me. He growls, pressing his face on my neck as he becomes breathless. His lips just move slightly, nipping on my skin while he twitches inside me. "That was... Wow..." I breathe out, a smile pressing on my face automatically. "I don't even know what to say..." He mumbles, nuzzling his nose on my neck. "How soon can we get out of here? I think I wanna take you home..." He asks, stroking his thumb over my lips. "Why? Do you have any plans for tonight?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him. "I am leaving for tour in a couple of weeks. And I really want to spend as much time as I can with you. So, tonight, I want to skip this party and take you home. If you can..." He states and I smile, nodding my head. "Let's get out of here..." I whisper, fixing my clothes.

I cannot take my eyes off him as he drives toward his house. My stomach is full of butterflies, and my brain has been buzzing with all the cutsie thoughts about Calum. "Are you going to get in trouble for not staying at the party?" Calum asks me, pulling in his driveway. "I don't think so. I don't think anyone will notice I am gone." I chuckle, turning to look at him. "I think everyone is going to notice that the most gorgeous doctor is missing." He whispers, bringing my hand to his lips. "I am going to start blushing..." I reply, pressing my free hand on my cheek. "I bet you are cute when you are blushing..." He cocks an eyebrow, before opening his door and getting out of the car. I follow right behind him, nervousness taking over every inch of my body. This is the first time I am being here, and I don't know what to expect.

Calum unlocks the door, letting me walk in first. I hear barking from the moment I walk in, and as soon as Calum turns the lights on, I look down to find the infamous Duke. "Hi there..." I squeal, kneeling down to pet the dog who calms down the moment my fingers stroke behind his ears. "You are a good boy, aren't you?" I coo at him; he lays on his back, whining until I rub his belly. "He likes you..." Calum comments, leaving his keys on the console by the door. "Of course he does. He knows I am a good person. Dogs sense that..." "He is not easy with people. It is very rare for him to like someone at the first sight." "I guess I am special." I shrug my shoulders, standing up from the floor. "I guess you are." "So, what is the plan for tonight?" I ask Calum, who hums softly before wrapping his arms around my waist. "How about I give you a comfy hoodie to change out of those tight pants, I bring a warm blanket to my couch, pour us a bit of wine, and we have the movie night we were planning on having before Jean interrupted us?" He asks me. "Throw in some popcorn and I am yours..." I comment and he nods. "Of course..." He presses a kiss on the tip of my nose. "Ok then."

I slip into the green hoodie Calum handed to me; it is oversized, so the waistband reaches my thighs sufficiently. I run my fingers over the embroidered word on the top of the garment, looking myself on the full-body mirror in his bedroom. "It looks good. Much better on you than on me..." Calum comments as he takes out a fluffy blanket from his closet. "I bet you are exaggerating. I bet it looks perfect on you. I didn't have you for the guy to wear colors, though..." I comment, folding my clothes neatly. "Occasionally, I do." He replies, pressing a peck on my temple. "What movie are we watching?" I ask as we walk downstairs to the living room. "Well, I picked the movie for the park screening, and Jean basically forced us to watch the movie she wanted, so it is only fair you pick the movie this time." He states, making me hum as I think of what I want to watch with him. "Have you ever watched The Room?" I ask him, biting my lip to stop myself from giggling. "The Room? The one with Brie Larson?" He asks me. I burst out laughing, holding my tummy as I double over. "Oh, you wish... The one written, directed, and starring Tommy Wiseau..." I reply. He looks at me with his eyebrows knitted together, his expression showing me how many questions he has for me right now. "Is it a comedy?" He asks me, ignoring the fact I am nearly on the floor laughing my ass off. "It is better than that..." I manage to say through fits of laughter.

Calum fixes the blanket as I lean my head back against his chest. The Room is playing on his TV, I am sipping on my wine while Calum laughs softly at the ridiculousness of the film. "Why this movie?" He asks me, making me shrug. "I don't know. I guess it reminds me not to take myself so seriously. I mean, Wiseau put his everything into that film, tried too hard to film a drama, which boomeranged to him and became one of the most comical movies. Sometimes, trying too hard gives you the exact opposite results of what you are trying to achieve." I reply, making him take in a deep breath. "Only you could have given such a deep analysis on such a film..." He kisses the back of my neck, making me hum. "I know it is not like the one you picked for our date, but I was a bit nervous about picking up a movie for tonight..." I admit. Calum wraps his arms around me tighter, now pressing his lips on my temple. "Ok, first, you had no reason to be nervous. I would have sat through whatever movie and I would watch it with interest. And second, this one is perfect for tonight... I don't have to pay attention to the plot, so I can get distracted by you without feeling guilty." "I am distracting you?" I ask, turning my head to look at him. "All the time... When you are in the same room as me, I cannot focus on anything else, no matter how much I am trying to..." He replies, stroking his thumb over my cheek. "Oh, is that true...?" I turn completely, moving to straddle his lap as I leave my glass of wine on the floor. "You are constantly distracting me... Ashton keeps making fun of me about it, and I really don't know what I am going to do with you..." He looks up to me, licking his lips. "I might have some ideas..." I reply, leaning down to kiss him. I love how his lips feel against mine, and how now he has turned a little bit more dominant. His hands are resting low on my back, almost pressed on my ass as I deepen the kiss.

He moans against my lips, sending vibrations and chills through me. His hand moves under the hoodie, feeling up my back. His touch is warm and relaxing, I could just get lost in this moment if it wasn't for the tingling in my clit. He makes me crave him as I have never craved anyone or anything. "Take it off... Take it off of me..." I beg him. He obeys, gently lifting the hoodie off my body and throwing it over the back of his couch. "Would you look at you... Fuck." He sighs, running his hands over the contours of my body. "Is it bad that I need you so soon after the first time?" I ask him, resting my hands on his pecs. "Well, if it is bad, then we are both bad... I can't stop thinking of how good we were. I can't stop thinking of how good I felt... I need you." His voice is breaking, making my stomach tighten. I lean down to kiss him, pressing my body on his as tightly as I can. "Come sit on my face..." He mumbles, stroking his hand over my cheek. "What?" I stutter, looking at him in shock. "Come sit on my face. I want to taste you..." He licks his lips, looking at me with glazed eyes. I feel my breath hitch, for a moment turning into stone. "No one ever has asked me to do that..." I whimper; I have had this fantasy in my head for so long, but I never had the guts to tell any of my partners. And now he is here, asking me to sit on his pretty face. "It will be a pleasure to be your first." He winks at me, making my eyes flutter fast.

I stand up, taking off my panties before I sit high on his chest. I let him guide me at his pace, placing his hands on my hips to bring me on top of his face. His tongue goes straight to my core, swirling around as I dig my fingers into his hair. I am careful to hover in the air, not to press down on his face harshly, but he seems eager, snaking his arms around my thighs and pulling me closer to his face. His tongue finds my clit fast, stroking over it fast and with a tempo. My fingers pull on his hair without me really realizing it. I love what he is doing to my body right now, I love how eager he is to please me, how hungry he is for me. My stomach is tight, and my eyes are becoming heavy from the pleasure. Oh God, he is so good at it. He laps me up, sucking on my clit while he squeezes my thighs. I cannot help but moan, letting go of his hair as I arch my back and throw my head back. Without much of my consciousness, my hips start bucking up against his lips, my now free hand grasping the plush, pillowy couch as hard as I can. "Fuck... Fuck." I mutter, feeling the urge to shut my thighs close. Calum groans against my core before he slips his tongue inside me. He thrusts it inside me slowly, keeping me on the edge. I think he enjoys it more than I do; his throaty groans, the moans that skip his mouth, the way he is touching me, there is cockiness in all that. "You taste so good... Fuck..." He groans, resurfacing to catch his breath. I feel a shiver run down my spine while I look at him licking his lips. I move down his body, lowering his sweats to free his cock. "I am not done with you..." Calum chuckles as I line his tip to my entrance. "I bet you aren't." I reply, sinking my hips down on his length. I rake my nails down his abdomen as I throw my head back, the itching inside me finally subduing. "Fuck... I... Fuck, (Y/N)..." He groans, sitting up slightly to bring his hands to my hips. "This is exactly what I wanted the night to be..." I gasp, bucking my hips to get his cock deeper. "Great minds think alike." He murmurs, pressing his fingers onto my skin. "If Jean hadn't ruined our date at my house that night..." I stop mid-sentence, closing my eyes and shrieking as his cock hits right on my spot. I press my hips down on his, keeping his tip against my spot to let the feeling sink in. "If Jean hadn't ruined our night, what, angel?" He asks me enjoying the sight of myself melting. "We wouldn't have to wait until now for this." I manage to let out. "I am glad we did. It has given me so much time to fantasize about this moment." He replies, bucking his hips up to meet mine. I gasp for air, my nails digging deeper into his skin as I feel my stomach tightening. Calum hisses then releases a throaty groan, which only makes me shriek. I cum around him, arching my back forward before I press my hands on my face to muffle my sounds and hide my expression. Calum moans, his chest heaving as his breathing becomes more labored. He pulls out of me, reaching down to stroke his cock and get himself off. I take his hand away, lowering my head to bring my mouth over his cock.

I pull the blanket off my body, looking around the living room for any signs of Calum. He is not here, so I get up from the couch, dragging my feet across the floor towards the kitchen. Calum is on the island, sipping coffee from a Christmas mug, even though we are past the holiday. "Mind if I join you?" I ask, walking behind him and wrapping my arms around his torso. "You are awake?" He asks as I rest my head on his shoulder blade. "I just got up. Why didn't you wake me up when you got up?" I ask him. "You complain a lot about how tired you are. So I thought I would earn bonus points for letting you sleep." He chuckles. I move before him, grabbing the mug from his hand. "You thief..." He scoffs, leaning in to press a kiss on my forehead as I take my first sip. "Don't you have to be at the studio or an interview, or important person obligations?" I ask him, earning a laugh. "Important person obligations, wow... Who do you think I am?" He giggles. "I don't know, Calum. I know nothing about what is like to be famous." I chuckle, shrugging my shoulders. "I don't have anything to do today. And most of my days are like that, we have just happened to meet at a busy period." He replies. I lean my head on his shoulder, taking a big breath of his cologne. "Do you have to go to the hospital today?" He asks me, resting his hand on my lower back. "I do. I have the night shift, so that gives us a few more hours..." I sigh and Calum hums. "Well, we better take advantage of the hours we have." "What do you have in mind?" I ask him. "I was thinking maybe we could pick up some lunch, I drive you home, and we study a bit. Your exam's this weekend... I would hate to be the reason you don't pass the boards..." "Don't say that, even as a joke. I don't need any jinxes..." I shriek, making Calum sigh. "Ok then... But I want to help you, still... So, pick a place to get lunch and we are off for our studying session." He chuckles, sounding way more cheerful than he should. "Fine then. I will go change into last night's clothes." I roll my eyes before moving ahead, but he grabs my wrist to stop me. "You look cute in this hoodie. You should wear that on the drive home..." "Let me at least go put on some pants." "I like how your legs look bare..." He cocks an eyebrow at me. "I hate you..." I shake my head at him but lean in to kiss him. "Yeah, I could tell you hate me last night..."

Calum taps his fingers against the laminated studying cards, taking his most serious look. "Dr. (Y/N)..." He begins, but my laughing fits throw him off. "Can you please take it seriously?" He huffs, kicking me softly on my calf. "You are taking this way more seriously than you should... I have had board exams before, just give me the topic." Calum is looking at me with confusion written all over his face. "Why have you taken boards before? I thought neuro boards are on the 7th year." "In order to be able to take the neuro board exams, you have to take general surgery boards first. Then, you take a neurosurgery residency." I explain. "That sounds too complicated." "It is. But they can't really let anyone dig around someone's brain, can they?" I ask him. He sighs and pouts disappointed, picking the cards and scanning through them. I drag in a deep breath, shaking my head as I reach towards him to plant a peck on the tip of his nose. "You were about to ask me a question, Dr. Hood, weren't you?" I decide to play along, clocking an eyebrow at Calum playfully. "I sure was, Dr. (Y/L/N)... Male in his 30s complains about chronic headaches."

Masterlist / Fetish / Heat / Heat Extended / Dr. Angel Face / Dr. Angel Face Alternative / Dr. Angel Face Prequel 1 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10

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smoochcal · 6 years ago

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numb without you (part fifteen)

a/n: two updates in two days? you bet! thank you to miss el for convincing me to write today before I work on my homework (helping a procrastinator at its finest) and thank you to all of my readers for supporting my writing one update at a time. please leave any questions, comments, suggestions, or concerns about this update or the series in general in my inbox :) read part fourteen here!

pairing: readerxluke

playlist: numb without you by the maine, remembering sunday by all time low

word count: 2.0 k

rating: PG-13

summary: you and calum discuss the situation at hand, you finally have a civil conversation with rm/n

warnings: swearing, crying, mentions of slight jealousy

Calum’s POV:

You quickly ask Luke to go inside while you talk to Y/N in private. You know how uncomfortable she is with the entire conversation and you just want to smooth things over before things get too out of hand. Even though you know that you both are probably there already. Y/N is not sitting with her feet in the water like she usually does when she’s by the pool, but it’s understandable considering that all of this mess is currently occurring. Luke reluctantly complies, squeezing Y/N’s hand before leaving her outside with you by the pool. You aren’t exactly keen on the whole Luke spending more time interrogating RM/N thing, but you know that it is way overdue that you and Y/N work this out the best you can now rather than later.

“So…” you start, kind of nervous which seems silly considering this conversation was inevitable, “what are your thoughts about RM/N?”

Y/N sighs, before starting her reasoning behind her problems, for a lack of a better word, with your roommate that you just happen to have a romantic type of thing for. “Well first off, you never told me she was that pretty. And don’t tell me that isn’t a big deal because it definitely is to me and I’m hormonal and carrying your dumb offspring in my uterus and I’m getting fat and I’m really not looking forward to you have three girls in your life besides just me and the dinosaur.”

“I have so many questions,” you start, “but I’m going to start with the dinosaur thing…is that what you are calling our daughter now?”

“Yes…what did you have something better to call her?” Y/N questions, raising her eyebrow at you.

“I thought we were going to call her baby girl Hood,” you state, trying not to sound as a matter of factly as you were planning on stating it.

“Absolutely not,” Y/N replies, “dinosaur works just fine. Besides, we don’t even know if Hood is going to be her last name yet, we haven’t really discussed it.”

“What else would her last name be?” you ask, a little confused.

“Well I don’t know…mine…Luke’s…yours…there are a lot of options,” Y/N says wearily.

“I mean considering you and Luke haven’t decided who is going to make the first move yet, I don’t think his last name is on the table of options for our little bundle of joy,” you state bluntly, avoiding eye contact knowing you probably crossed a line with the last thing you said to Y/N.

“If we are discussing last names we might as well discuss first names too…how about we name her RM/N?” Y/N inquires, obviously trying to stir something up with you.

“Absolutely not,” you start, knowing that she is just being this way to make you as uncomfortable as you recently made her about her whole romantic situation, or lack thereof, with Luke.

“Is it because you would think of our daughter when you’re getting busy and fucking your roommate if we named her after RM/N?” Y/N continues, even though you wish she would just stop.

“I’m going to ignore that and get us back to the originally conversation at hand. What is your problem with RM/N? Besides her being pretty which I still don’t think is that big of a deal considering the two of us had one single night of attraction that was ultimately a mistake even though the results of it, aka our daughter, is not a mistake” you explain as you look at Y/N sincerely hoping you get to the root of the problem at hand.

“I mean it also doesn’t help that she didn’t think to introduce herself to all of us the night we all went to that club. You said she was there that night, why didn’t she introduce herself then? If she was going to be moving in anyway, she could’ve at least said hi and I could have met her then instead of five months later. If the intention was that she was going to become your roommate, you didn’t have to hide her from us the entire five months your daughter has been growing inside of my uterus,” Y/N goes on, explaining her issues that she has with your roommate that if you’re being honest you are completely and utterly head over heels in love with.

You shrug not knowing how else to respond to the statement Y/N just made. Y/N made a very valid point, but you still don’t think that she understands where you were coming from with the whole keeping RM/N from everyone else thing. The past couple months have been a lot with the amount of doctor appointments you have accompanied Y/N to and the amount of blood, sweat, and tears you have put into writing this next album for the band. And now you have been living with this wonderful girl for the past couple months who has helped you prepare the nursery for your daughter on the way, but Y/N is still upset with the entire situation. You are trying your best to not push too many buttons because you know Y/N is pretty hormonal because of the baby and you just want to explain your logic behind the decisions you have made over the past few months. You know it is not easy to understand your side of things often, but you are hoping that she can try to grasp where you are coming from without being hurt by your words.

You open your mouth to speak, but before you have the time to start your long explanation Y/N goes on about her practical problems she may have with RM/N.

“What if our little dinosaur likes RM/N more than me? If I remember correctly, Luke told me she was good with kids and if she is going to stick around I don’t want our daughter to think that her new stepmom type figure is better than me…” Y/N mumbles and you can tell that this is a serious concern of hers.

“She has worked at a daycare before and really likes kids, but I promise dinosaur will like you better because you are her mom,” you start, hoping that she will agree to what you propose next. “Maybe you two should spend some time talking without me and Luke in the picture…I’m sure RM/N will be down for some uh girl bonding time with you if you are okay with that.”

“I think that would really help me wrap my head around the fact that she will probably be a big part of dinosaur’s life,” Y/N says ultimately agreeing to the plan that you just proposed to her.

You still can’t believe that Y/N has decided to name your daughter dinosaur instead of actually discussing real names for her, but you decide to let it slide and blame it on the mommy brain that she definitely already has.

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Y/N’s POV: (1 hour later)

You and RM/N have actually had a civil conversation for the past hour or so. Throughout this conversation you found out that she has been working on the nursery that Calum loosely mentioned beforehand, but she wants to keep it a surprise until after the baby shower that you are ultimately going to have. You found out that she’s a writer and she does some remote work from home, Calum’s home, which you guess is also her home now too. She travels at the end of each month for a week out to Chicago to meet with her boss and discuss what she is currently working on, which you think is pretty neat.

You also learned that she has a big heart, which is probably the reason Calum fell for her in the first place. She is adamant on planning and throwing you an entire baby shower within the next month or so and she got a lot of you closest friends and family members contacts so she could reach out to them with the invitations her and Calum have been working on. She said that ultimately, she wanted the shower to be a surprise too, but you both know that Calum could not be trusted with keeping that many secrets from you.

After this hour passed, RM/N explained that she should probably get back to work and invited Calum and Luke back inside to get you home. Since Calum drove the three of you to his place, he either needs to drive you guys back or call you an Uber so you and Luke can get back to his car and get himself home. As Luke makes sure that you have gathered up your purse and housekeys and phone charger and other things, you pull Calum aside so you can ask him a couple things before you head home.

“So, what’s the deal with this whole surprise nursery thing that I’m not allowed to see yet?” you inquire, hoping that Calum’s inability to keep a secret would lead you to a little more insight on the so called surprise nursery that was being created for you and the little dinosaur growing inside of you as you speak.

“I’m really not allowed to say…” he states, not letting you in on the secret as easily as you thought he would.

“Oh, so you’re just going to not tell me anything like you did with this whole situation with having a roommate. You know I don’t like to be kept in the dark, but I really think it is a lot worse when I am not even aware of the fact that something is being kept from me. If this is going to work, the whole co-parenting thing, then you are really going to need to learn to not treat me like the dirt stuck to the bottom of your shoe,” you reply angrily, obviously still upset with the situation regardless of the nice conversation you finally had with RM/N.

“Y/N it’s nothing personal it’s just that we want to keep it a secret a little longer-” he starts, but you quickly cut him off.

“No. It is personal. All of this is personal. You felt the need to keep RM/N from me. You felt that this whole situation would rub me the wrong way, which is did, but you kept her around anyway. It’s fine that you have a girlfriend or whatever, but you didn’t need to hide her from me. You didn’t really take my feelings into account at all, you just decided to leave this situation on the backburner until you couldn’t hide her from us any longer. Be honest, if Luke hadn’t stopped by to talk to you when you weren’t home, would we even know about her?” you ask, knowing the cold hard truth that will be revealed momentarily.

He starts to say something but is struggling to find the right words to make it seem like he wasn’t planning to hide RM/N from you forever. Since he doesn’t start talking as soon as you have stopped, you already know his answer.

“Well if that is how you are going to be, I’m just going to go get Luke and go home,” you state, feeling the tears start to threaten to spill.

You walk towards Luke at Calum’s front door, trying to avoid eye contact and leaving before the tears start to stream down your face. Luke can sense that you are upset and want to leave, but he doesn’t recognize the urgency of the matter until you start sobbing uncontrollably and walk out Calum’s front door without knowing how you are getting home. Luckily Luke had already ordered an Uber which was waiting for you outside. You quickly got in the car with Luke close behind you as you wiped your tears, hoping he didn’t ask you what was going on.

Calum fucked up, big time, and you aren’t referencing the fact that you are five months pregnant with his child, but more about the fact that he was planning on hiding his girlfriend, or whatever, that has been living with him as long as your baby has been forming inside of you. You hate that you are crying over him, but you want to mainly blame the hormones this pregnancy is causing you. You learned a lot about RM/N today, but you learned even more about Calum and the type of person he is because of this situation.

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lostincalum · 6 years ago

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Radio dancing 2.0- Calum Hood

AN: Yes this builds of off a piece i wrote forever ago, and i would really appreciate some feedback or something:)

TW: none?

Word count: 2226

The radio would be on when Calum entered your shared apartment, and he could see a blur of someone flashing around in the kitchen in rhythm to Bon Jovi’s Living on a Prayer. He could not help the smiled that spread across his face.

“Hi babe, I’m home”

He called out in the stereotype singsong voice, and immediately after he heard a soft “Oh shit” almost drowned out by the music coming from the radio. Calum swore he could feel his heart soaring at how adorable you were being. You turned the volume down and went to hug him.

“You’re happy today” he stated.

“Well, yes. This music makes me want to dance and it really just made me happy.”

You said with so much joy in your voice that he could not help himself and kissed your lips.

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As you stood in the middle of the kitchen floor with one of Calum’s hands on your waist the other holding your hand. A classic dance stance, as some cheesy song you had heard played at a wedding once, was filling the apartment.

“Okay you need to hold me like this and then move like so”

He tried to explain to you, as you looked down on your feet trying to get it right. Soon you looked up as Calum had detached his hand from yours and had a finger under your chin pushing slightly upwards.

“You’ve also got to look at me” he smiled.

“I can only do one thing at the time. This was a lot harder than you said” was your reply.

“Okay, new strategy. Step up on my feet”

The smile did not leave his face. You dead panned.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, now do it before the song ends”

You quickly stepped up and he started waltzing you around.

The both of you laugh as you often slip down from his foot, and just decide to link your arms around his neck and laugh as he shuffles across the cramped space until the song ends. As you get down you take a good look into his deep crinkled eyes, suddenly the radio host that is talking seems to fade away. With hands now surrounding his waist, you take a deep breath.

“Hey, Calum?”

He gets a small furrow between his brows as if sensing all the worries racing through your head.

“Yeah?”

The word falls softly from his lips.

“I love you. A lot.”

A broad grin makes its way onto his face.

“I love you to, so very very much.”

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You were alone at home when you got the mail. You weren’t expecting anything special, so when a wedding invitation slipped out from all the bills, you were stumped. Until you read the name on the front side. Your cousin was finally getting married. A smile spread on your lips, as you opened the invitation. Then, your heart stopped. Because it said your name +1. And you weren’t prepared for it.

Last night you had a big fight with Calum, and he had gone to Luke’s to cool off or something. You didn’t know, he hadn’t bothered to tell you when he’d be back. It wasn’t like you had bothered to ask him about it either.

We need to talk, can you please come home?

Staring at the text was the worst thing to do, so before you changed your mind, you sent the it. To be honest you got lost in your thoughts. Of how to fix this. The last thing you wanted was to lose Cal, so in your head you started to figure out what you wanted to say.

When the door opened, you got up from the kitchen table, leaving your cold tea cup behind. Calum stood in the doorway, staring at nothing when you got there. His eyes were red, and he looked like he hadn’t slept. The black hair that topped his head was an outright mess.

“I’m sorry-”

You both spoke at the same time, causing you to smile. A glimmer of hope flickered inside you. Until you saw that Calum all but flinched.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

The concern in your voice was all too familiar to him. This isn’t what he wants for you.

“Umm, not really.”

His voice is hoarse, like he is down with a cold, but he’s not. You know that much. He sees that you are going to grab his hand, and it tears his heart in two, no a thousand pieces to avoid it. It feels even worse when he sees your brows furrowed in confusion, and the pain flash in your eyes. And he swears he can see the door to your mind closing.

“Calum?”

“I can’t do this Y/N, not anymore.”

You clench your jaw to try to hide the pain. But when you speak your voice comes out choked.

“Why?”

He won’t meet your eyes, because he knows if he looks into them, all his resolution will fade.

“I just don’t want to hurt you, when I leave for tour I mean.”

A bitter laugh escapes you. You should have seen this coming.

“That is such a bullshit excuse.”

That’s all the response you can come up with.

“Just get out.”

Calum swears he can hear his own heart stop beating. While he sees you clench your jaw.

“Wait, this isn-”

All you want is to be alone right now.

“Frankly I don’t care right now- just get out”

You want for him to fight this, to find a solution, but he doesn’t. He just turns in the doorway and walks out. And the second the door closes the first tear slips down your cheek. And then another, and another, and another, until you collapse onto the floor.

Calum stands outside your door for at least thirty minutes he thinks before he can’t take anymore of your sobbing.

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It was two months later, and Calum still regretted breaking up with you, when he got the text.

Come get your things, they are in a box in the kitchen. I’m at college, please leave the key inside.

If Calum still felt his heart he swore, this would be the last time he ever payed attention to it. So when he twisted the key in the lock and heard the radio playing Living on a Prayer, he was afraid you were actually home. You weren’t though. You had just forgotten to turn off the radio before you left. And the memory of the first time you had said you loved him, flooded his brain.

He walked the short distance into the kitchen and quickly spotted the box of his stuff on the counter. When he went to grab it, he saw a white card on the counter. A wedding invitation to your cousin. The +1 was scribbled over.

That’s the moment he decided he was going to try and win you back.

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The wedding ceremony was beautiful, it was held in a grand church, with soft lighting and lots of beloved people there, even the distant family that you hadn’t seen in forever. Of course most of them knew of the breakup by now. Although there was a few friends of the wife that you were pretty sure knew who you were.

It wasn’t that they asked directly, but in the way they all looked at you, and then their phone. Or the fact that you overheard them when walking behind them talking about how there was supposed to be some famous person here.

So you sat at your table alongside family members and exchanged pleasantries, while watching the bride and your cousin dance. Until someone came up and carefully asked your name. When you turned to look at who it was, you were confused. What would one of the waiters want with you?

“Excuse me, there seems to be a problem at the front of the entrance?”

The young man asked you, more like questioned.

“Okay? I’m not quite sure what you want me to do about it? But I’ll get you one of the parents of the couple?”

He flushed a deep red, before he quickly shook his head, making light brown hair swish across his forehead. To be quite honest he was attractive.

“Oh, but the man is asking specifically for you.”

Now you were stumped, who could possibly know where you were right now? The curiosity got the best of you, making you get up and follow the man. You had just opened the door to the lobby, when you felt a tug at your dress. Looking down you were met with the bright blue eyes of your sisters son. A little boy at five years old who adored you.

“Where you going?”

You crouched down to his level, making the skirt of the dress you were wearing pool at the floor.

“Just outside to get some fresh air, I’ll be back and then we can see who is the fastest runner across the dancefloor, yeah?”

His entire face lit up at your question, and he nodded enthusiastically, curls bouncing on his head.

“Okay, I’ll go put on my fast shoes!”

Before you could say anything else, he was off. So you stood up, and sighted at the aching in your feet. Until you looked outside. You completely forgot tabou the aching in your feet. Your heart clenched round nothing as you watched Calum, stand in front of the door, with a nervous smile on his lips.

Carefully you walked up to him.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

For a second you closed your eyes to pretend everything was fine, but it wasn’t and you felt like throwing up.

“I think we need to talk.”

That’s what he said when you didn’t respond. And maybe, even if you didn’t want to admit it, you wanted to fix this.

“You owe me an explanation.”

You spoke up, and if you looked a little closer you could see some tension letting go of his shoulders.

“I know, fuck I know”

He looked okay this evening, not happy, but okay. With his black skinny jeans and light blue button up shirt and vans.

“Let’s take a walk okay?”

The stars were shining and it was a perfect day to hold a wedding. If you did get to say so yourself.

“It was never my intention to hurt you, you do know that, right?”

You sighted.

“How can you break up with anyone like that, and expect them not to get hurt?”

His arm kept on brushing yours and you knew he wanted to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers, but he never would until he knew you were okay.

“I guess not. The thing is, that fight we had the night before really got me thinking-”

You looked up at him, he didn’t meet your eyes though, as if he was ashamed.

“- like, if I lost you or we started fighting when I’m on the road, then I wouldn’t know how to handle it. I wouldn’t know how to deal with it. Cause I already shut down enough as it is.”

Carefully you laced your fingers together with his. Squeezing his hand.

“Don’t beat yourself up over this. We are both at fault. If i just would have listened back then maybe things would have been different right now.”

Calum stopped and turned to face you. Taking a strand of your hair and carefully twisting it around his finger, he looked at you.

“I really love you, still. And I don’t want to lose you. Please give us a second chance?”

His hand that was playing with your hair went to your neck and the other cautiously pulled you closer to him by the waist.

“Promise me one thing then?-”

He quickly nodded

“- promise to talk to me, even when we’re fighting. I’ve got your back you know?”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

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Back at the hotel you were attempting to dance with Calum, both chuckling at your failed attempt, when Calum looked down at a small figure, your nephew.

“Can we race now?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at him. With his tie askew and cake smeared all over his face.

“Of course, let me just take of my shoes. They are so slow to run in.”

At once he got this very obvious mischievous look on his entire face.

“No! Keep them on, it don’t matter, mum forgot my fast shoes at home.”

So you cleared the dance floor pretty quickly and got ready on the short side of the floor. Calum and your sister on the other side. Then someone yelled out

Ready! Set! Go!

Your intention was never to win so you pretended to look confused when Go! sounded throughout the room. And the purest laughter sounded from the boy that was running as fast as his little legs could carry him.

“Noo”

You wailed as you ran straight ahead.

With a smile on your lips and laughter surrounding you, you were at the top of the world. You crossed “the finish line” after your nephew. And ran straight into Calums arms. He lifted you up and spun you in the air. Before setting you down and kissing you. If there were any jealous girls in the room the all shut up when they saw the love he held for you.

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