This isn't smut, but, please, read it. It's going to be part of a little mini series (probably actually only two parts) and there will be smut in the last part, so hang in there.
The story 7-Eleven inspired this one shot, and if you haven't read that book, you should. It's really, really amazing.
I sit in the waiting room, bouncing my leg nervously as I look at the sheet of paper clutched in my hands.
I shouldn't be so nervous and scared. I signed up for this, and it's too late to back down now.
My eyes scan over the paper, first going to the picture, then the name.
Michael Clifford.
He's the boy I'll be giving my heart to.
At least he's hot.
"Calum Hood?" a woman calls, looking around the waiting room.
"That's m-me," I say, standing and walking over to her. No one besides her and I know I won't be making it out of the hospital alive.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asks once we're walking down a hallway.
"Yes. If I don't, then this guy will die. I don't want that to happen."
She let's out a relieved sigh, then slaps a hand over her mouth, and I look at her incredulously. Why is she relieved that I'm about to die?
Then I see her name tag.
"Dr. Clifford," I read. "I-Is Michael your son?"
She nods, tears brimming in her eyes.
"I shouldn't have sounded so happy, I'm so sorry," she says, and I merely shrug.
"I have a shitty family, and nothing to live for. It's fine."
"Does your family even know you're here?" she opens a door to a room, and motions for me to walk in first, so I do. Inside is a metal table, nothing more.
"No. I'm nineteen, I'm old enough to make decisions without my family knowing."
She lightly places a hand on my arm. "This decision is going to kill you. Sweetie, you should probably tell them."
"I don't-"
"Please, just call them. Hear their voices one last time."
I sigh, but take my phone out of my pocket. I don't even know why I brought it with me.
Dr. Clifford takes a few steps away from me, I guess to give me privacy, and I type in my mom's phone number (I've never bothered to put it in my phone, since I know it).
She picks up on the second ring, her slurred voice saying, "Hello?"
She's probably drunk off her ass again.
"Hey, mom. I need to tell you something."
"Hold on, I'm putting it on speaker phone. Your dad wants to know what you want to say." I wait for a few seconds, and then she says, "Okay, talk."
"I'm giving my heart to someone." It scares me how calm I sound about this, almost bored. "Now-"
"Oh, don't start that shit again about you being gay, Calum. Give your heart to whoever the fuck you want."
Tears burn in my eyes, and I say, "No, I'm literally giving my heart to someone. This guy needs it."
"Oh."
The line is silent for so long I think she might've hung up, but, then I hear my dad say, "Okay."
And that's all it takes for me to throw my phone across the room.
