#uhm also hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

[pup-pee]

im still not over that issue

NOT THAT I DREW THEM FROM THAT ISSUE BUT LIKE LIKE >???????????????

[fallingoverforcalum]

Two Drunken Nights: Part 1

summary: when you find out Calum has cheated on you, you had kept it a secret that you’ve known until it comes up on a drunken night.

(y/n) = your name

warnings: Pretty long idk why i didn’t expect it to be.

please don’t steal this, thank you.

One month ago...

Calum and you were laying in bed watching cartoons with Duke laying right between you two.

“I’m gonna take a shower real quick” he said standing up pecking you on the lips.

Your eyes back to the tv as Duke had moved up the bed to Calum’s spot.

His phone had kept buzzing on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. It wasn’t like it was ringing. You knew you shouldn’t have looked at, but you couldn’t help it.

You had just assumed it was his and the guys’ group chat. But it was just Luke. You unlocked it to see what he was freaking out.

“You have to tell her, it was a mistake she’ll understand”

“You can’t hide it forever”

“When are you going to tell her”

“It needs to be soon”

You panically continued to the rest of the messages, every other one seemed the same

You went out of their messages and found the list of people he had been texting. You scrolled and found an unfamiliar name.

You tapped into their messages, scrolling all the way up to the beginning.

“I want to see you again”

The girl had said.

“I miss your touchhhhhh”

“come over?”

They went on for weeks. He had only responded to a few. You could hear your heart breaking in your chest.

You heard the shower turn off, then quickly turned off his phone and set it back on his nightstand, and got snuggled back into the covers and had your eyes glued back to the tv.

Calum has gotten dressed, and slid back into the bed. You had been laying with your back to him hoping he wouldn’t ask you what’s wrong or try to look at you or get you to look at him. You were on the verge of tears not knowing what to do.

Lost in your thoughts, you suddenly feel him drape his arm over you and pull you closer to him. You panicked. It didn’t feel right. You didn’t feel okay. You sat up quickly, he gave you a puzzled look trying to figure out what was going through your head. You bounced in your head trying to think of something to say.

‘Think, think, think, think, something. please!’ you basically shouted in you head.

“Uhm... I-I I’m going to go make a snack downstairs, you want anything?” You asked, finally saying the first thing that popped in your head.

He still was giving you this confused look. “uh no I’m good, thanks” he stammered.

You quickly got the covers off, and walked out the room shutting the door behind you.

Sprinting down the stairs you felt your face get hot and tears stream down your face.

You sat on the kitchen floor sobbing, as quietly as you could.

20 minutes later...

Still sobbing on the floor unable to think of what to do, or how to approach him, or the situation.

“Hey doll?” He called from up the stairs.

Shit. Did he hear you? Is he coming down here?

“Yeah?” You called back up.

“Everything alright?” He questioned.

“Yup, all good I’ll be up in a couple of minutes just cleaning up” You answered.

You then heard him walk back into your shared bedroom closing the door.

You sighed in relief he didn’t come down. You loved him so much. You just didn’t know how to talk to him about it. You invaded his privacy by looking through his phone, but he obviously did worse. You still didn’t know how to bring it up. You never liked fighting with him, but with something like this, it was impossible not to fight. You’ve always thought Calum was your forever, you still thought that. But you had doubts if he thought you were his forever. He hadn’t been acting off or distant. Was he not ashamed? Did he enjoy his night? or maybe nights with her?

You went to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth with cold water dabbing your face with it. Trying to get the red out from your face.

Once your face wasn’t a red, tear stained mess you went back upstairs. Calum was laying in bed, his eyes had been glued to the tv until you walked in.

“Where’s your snack?”

Shit.

“uhm” Think think think “I already had it, I just ate downstairs” you blurted as you sat down on the bed.

“oh. why didn’t you eat up here?” He questioned.

“I didn’t want to get anything in the bed” you lied.

You got under the covers and tried to fall asleep. You felt Calum get up and turn off the light, and then felt him again crawl back into bed and cuddle you. But this time you let him, not because you forgave him, but because you knew you wouldn’t be able to come up with another excuse.

Present....

After a month of knowing you became distant, not too distant for him to bring it up.

“I’m gonna go out with (Y/F/N)” you said about to walk into the bathroom.

You needed advice but you also needed to forget about the whole month.

“Oh. okay... do you need a ride there or home or anything?” He asked in sort of an upset tone.

“Um maybe a ride home, (Y/F/N) is gonna pick me up from here” You said.

An hour later....

You were all ready, wearing a tight black dress with gold stars plastered on it. And just a simple pair of black doc Martins. Your hair just down as usual. And your makeup minimal but with pops of color in your eyeshadow and on your lips.

You walked out of the bathroom giving calum a peck on his cheek and mumbling a goodbye.

You hadn’t kissed him on the lips since you found out. Just forehead, cheek and temple kisses. And all the times he had tried to kiss you on the mouth you pretended you didn’t notice or hugged him, just something to dodge it.

After a long night of drinkin... crying and more drinking....

Calum’s POV

(Y/N) has been acting weird, but i had just thought she was in a weird place and she’d get through it because she always does but it’s been a month. She went out with her friends, I hope they make sure she gets out of this weird spot.

It was 1 am and (Y/N) still wasn’t home, at this point i just waited for a phone call.

2 am

My phone started buzzing. I quickly pick it up.

“hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” she slurred and dragged out when i picked up.

“hey doll” I said, putting on a t-shirt and some slippers.

“I’ve always lovedddd that nicknameeee bubba” she said into the phone like a giddy teenage girl. I smiled when I heard the pet name ‘bubba’ she hadn’t called me that in so long.

“you need me to pick you up?” I questioned, knowing the answer.

“yesss ppleasee babyy” she slurred into the phone.

“I’m on my way, my love” I told her.

Even though she was drunk I still loved what she was saying through the phone, I missed it. I loved (Y/N) still do. She had seemed off and i was 90% sure she was gonna break up with me soon. I felt guilty about cheating on her when me and the boys were away. But I was drunk. And I know I would never ever do it again. I made a mistake. And I wouldn’t make it ever again, not even if I was drunk, high, or anything like that. Lost in my own thoughts I had pulled up to the bar (Y/N) was at.

As Im about to go inside and get her I see her running out like a toddler then waving to her friends goodbye and saying “my uber is here, byeeee!”. I laughed.

She got into the backseat and said “helllloooooo”. Shit, did she really think I was her uber? Is she that hammered?

“Hey baby” I said looking in the backseat trying to look at her to let her know it’s me, and not some random uber guy.

She smelt like vodka, and nothing else.

“I have a boyfriend” she slurred turning off her phone as I started driving.

“wellllll” starting again.

“well what?” I questioned, my heart picking up.

“He cheated on me and ever since I found out.... things just hadn’t been the same” she said in a fussy drunk tone.

My eyes widened. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. I was panicking.

“How did you find out he cheated” I questioned, trying to get more information and how she felt.

“I looked through his phone, which I knew wasn’t right but i still did it, but maybe it was a good thing that i did.” she started to ramble, she did this often when she was drunk and upset.

“When did you find out” I asked knowing she was starting to either sober up, which is doubtful to how drunk she is. Or fall asleep. probably fall asleep.

“about a month ago.” she said, almost sounding sober.

A month ago?! She has known for a month?!

I had pulled up to our home we had bought about a year ago together. I helped her get out of the car and into the house.

I sat her down on the couch. “I’m gonna get you some water, okay?” I said getting up walking to the kitchen.

Bringing it to her, I helped her sit up and drink. She was wrecked, her makeup smudged, hair a mess. Only smelling like vodka.

I carried her upstairs. “Let’s get you changed, okay doll?” She blushed kissing me on the cheek. I kissed her on the lips, feeling that this would be the last time i’d be able to kiss her.

We continued upstairs, I set her gently down on the bed. I went to the bathroom getting make up wipes and bringing them back to her. “Here take off your makeup” I said setting them next to her “I don’t want to” she said tossing and turning like a fussy toddler. I take a wipe out, gently wiping her face.

I wanted to sob. What if this is the last time i get to touch or kiss, or pick her up from nights like thi, forever. I don’t want to lose her. She’s my forever. I don’t want one mistake ruining that.

I grab something for her to sleep in from the dresser. I grabbed one of my t- shirts and my pair of sweatpants and helped her change into it.

She slid into bed and I followed. I held her and she held me back. I cried into her shoulder without making a sound. I’d hate to lose her.

In the morning I’ll bring it up. And hopefully we talk through it.