The Daddy Club | 5sos au

Shock to the System

Calum

I roll over lazily in my bed and feel my arm connect with someone's back. Oh yeah, I think. Her name was Terry or Kerry or something like that. I can't really remember if I am being honest. That wasn't what I cared about at the time.

I open my eyes and blink a couple times up at the ceiling in my room. I yawn and stretch out, not caring about waking up 'what's her face' beside me. I sit up and rub my eyes. I stare down at the girl not getting a good look at her since last night where my vision was slightly blurred because of the alcohol. She was okay. Better than some girls I had woken up next to the next morning.

"Hey," I nudge her slightly and she groans. I roll my eyes and get off the bed looking around the floor for my boxers. I find them at the foot of the bed and pull them on.

"Hey," I repeat a bit louder to 'what's her face' and pick up some of her clothes from the floor. It all shiny material and leather.

"What?" She groans.

"You need to get up." I tell her and put her dress and shoes next to her.

"Right." She says and sits up. She holds the covers to her chest, which I think is pretty stupid. I've clearly already seen her boobs. Does she think covering up now protects her purity and innocence? I find this a lot with girls. They think that if they act all modest and shy the next morning it cancels out what they were like last night.

I leave her to get changed seeing that she do it when I'm in the room and grab some sweatpants to put on in the bathroom before I brush my teeth and scrub my face clean. Possibly fix my hair which is slowly turning curly and afro-like. I hate it when it gets like that. It just makes it so much harder to handle.

I am careful not to make too much noise. I don't want to wake up my roommates who are constantly giving me grieve for bringing girls home. Just because they are tied down and are jealous they don't get to go out like me or have to sleep with the same girl for like ever! That's what tripped me up with my first and last girlfriend. That was two years ago now and honestly I like where I am in life now. I don't feel like I am too tied down and I can do what I want. I don't have to worry about anyone or anything but me. And rent. I can't forget about that or Luke will bite my head off.

I knock on the door before entering just to be a gentleman. Yeah, I fuck a lot of girls but that doesn't mean I don't treat them with respect, afterwards.

"Come in." She replies and I open the door to see her fully dressed, trying to work with last night's makeup and hair.

"Hi." I say and flop down on my bed and pick up my phone from my bedside table. I always make sure to somehow wake up early than I usually would when I have a girl stay over. Mainly because I want her out the house before Luke and Michael are up and they are never up before nine unless Michael has work or Luke has a class. But it's Saturday, so I'm good.

"So...?" The girl says staring at me from the foot of the bed.

"Yeah?" I ask, wondering why she hasn't just let herself out.

"Do I just leave?" She asks.

"Normally, yeah, that's how it works." I shrug back and see her nod her head.

"Is the door locked?" She asks me.

I sigh and roll over to my bedside table again and pick up the keys where I dropped them last night. "Here," I say as I toss them to her.

"Oh," She says as she catches them. "O-okay." She stutters out and I try not to laugh and just focus on my phone. I just casually look through twitter, seeing some pictures of me at the club last night. I sometimes look so stupid when I'm drunk.