It's complicated

Chapter 39

-Grace's POV-

The picture had a text sent along with it, This is Chase Fields. We don't know much on him, but do you recognize him?

I type back as fast as my thumbs will allow me to, Yes. I ran into him in the ocean a month or two ago. He was a fan. He took me up to his blanket and I took pictures with him and all of his friends.

I start chewing on my nail and turn to Calum. He opens his arms to me and I fall into his chest, "I kissed him, Calum. I kissed her murder. He kissed me too. I can't believe this. I can't believe this." I continue to ramble on while Calum strokes my hair, trying to get me to calm down. He leads me over to the small couch and sits down, pulling me down with him. He motions for me to lay down and I lay my head in his lap.

I feel my phone buzz and scramble to look at it. Calum cranes his neck to see the message too. You're positive? On that basis, we could bring him in for questioning.

I look up at Calum, "That's him, right?"

"Yes."

I type back, Yes, it's him. He didn't seem compulsive or obsessive though. He mentioned coming to everyone of my local shows, but that was it.

We wait and wait, but she never texts back. I'm still laying in Calum's lap and neither of us say anything as he plays with my hair. Then, out of the blue, "Girlfriend." I say. Calum looks down at me puzzled, but I look into his eyes and I know that this is what I want. "I want to be your girlfriend, again. It's been a couple of months and I think I can trust you again."

The biggest smile spreads across Calum's face. Then, he coughs, "Umm, I'm sorry. But I don't think I'm ready at this time." He says with a wink. He tries to bend over to kiss me, but just ends up struggling like an idiot. I laugh at him and lean up to connect our lips. We slowly disconnect and he says, "We should probably tell the boys." I nod and get off of him. He gives me a quick peck before we enter the living room.

"Detective Mason called." I say and all the boys look up at me, "They figured out who owned the account." All the boys stand up and walk over to me. I start to cry as I say, "It was that kid. The one I met at the beach." I sob and fall into Luke's chest. He rubs my back and kisses the top of my head.

"Shh, it's okay." He repeats over and over. Michael stands there awkwardly, not knowing what do, while Ashton goes and punches the wall. I notice a small indention from his fist and see his knuckles have tiny drops of blood on them. I leave Luke's tight grip and walk over to Ashton. He stands there looking at me. Then he falls into me, sobbing like a small child.

"It's okay, I know. I know." I whisper into his chest. It's really hard to comfort someone who is 7 inches taller than you.

"I'm sorry," Ashton tells me and sobs harder.

"For what?"

"He's starting to sound like you, apologizing for nothing," Calum says.

"Not the time," I say, never breaking eye contact with Ashton, "Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything."

"I've been so selfish," he whispers, "Gabby has been your best friend for almost 17 years. I was her boyfriend for a month and a half. You need consoling a lot more than I do, yet here I am, being a little cry baby and having you comfort me. I'm such an idiot." He finishes as he runs his fingers through his hair.

I hug him again, "Don't you ever say that again, Ashton Fletcher Irwin. I'm not the only person that needs consoling. Just because you just started dating doesn't mean you haven't known Gabby for years." Ashton nods and I kiss his cheek before he returns to full height.

"Well, to lessen the tension a bit, Grace is my girlfriend again." Calum says and I laugh and blush.

"Not really the time, Calum." I look around at the boys and Michael and Ashton give a congratulatory smile, but Luke looks p*ssed off.

"Calum, can I talk to you?" Luke asks, "In private."
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Sorry it's so short! Bet you didn't see that coming! What are they gonna do about it?