Vacant ¥Cake 5SOS/Slated¥

Therapy

one - therapy
//Calums mom isn't Joy, btw//\\5SOS's appearances top/side//
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[3rd person]

Calum nervously jiggled his leg up and down, biting his lip as the people walking past the outside bench and staring at him, like he were crazy. His mom rolled her eyes when a woman walked past and grimaced at where they were sitting, before hurriedly walking away.

"Come on, Calum, let's go" she ordered, and pulled him up by the arm, tugging him towards the door of the place he dreaded more than school, somewhere he was forced to talk. The T of the sign had fallen down and he knew it wasn't a professional one, as the wallpaper inside was peeling, being a dirty cream colour, and very few people were sat inside, each teenager looking as horrified as he were.

He walked up to the desk, which was lined with papers on helping, --which probably wouldn't even work, but they probably didn't care-- and bored receptionists chewing gum and scrolling through their Twitter feeds. "A Calum Hood for Doctor Hemmings?" His mom's irritating voice echoed through the tense room, bouncing off the walls and making Calum shiver at how demanding it was.

"R-room 201" they stuttered, staring at her in shock.

Calum winced when his mother's hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled him down the hallway, to the only clean looking thing in the whole building. Apparently, this doctor was the only one who actually cared about helping these young, innocent brains put of the depths of death and suicide.

She knocked three times, and opened the door, shoving Calum in without second warning, so he had no time to back out and run away. "Ah, Calum Hood, am I right?" a man with painfully long legs, --which somehow looked perfect on him-- and electric blue eyes.

Calum nodded immediately, not daring to speak to the man. He looked about thirty or forty, and his face looked exhausted, purple marks lining the bottom of his eyes.

"Tell me Calum, how do you feel. Oh, take a seat" he said, and carelessly flicked his hand to the little, white, round seat opposite him. Everything was white. The seats, the carpet, the walls, the sink, the only coloured thing was a little spider plant on the counter, in a little white pot. It must've been impossible to keep clean, and Calum must've looked so out of place in his black skinny jeans, navy blue snap back and black jumper.

His breath hitched, and he slowly sat down in it. Doctor Hemmings nodded knowingly, but sat forward, his back hunched over and elbows resting on his knees and hands joint in between them, in a kind of positioning to listen to whatever the raven haired boy said.

"Vacant" Calum replied, and crossed his arms. He was surprised he didn't stutter, but it was one word, and he used it a lot. Well, it was probably one of the only words he used at all.

"Well,-" "Hey!"

Someone greeted obnoxious to the fact Calum was there. Calum s eyes averted from the floor to the person behind him, and his breath hitched when he saw them. They had the same eyes as Doctor Hemmings, but even brighter if possible, and a smile that looked as if it could light the world if the flare was real, (a/n: tmr anyone)and his hair was a golden blonde, carefully styled into a small quiff, and he was obviously related to Doctor Hemmings, maybe his son.

Their eyes locked, blue meeting brown, and neither said anything, just stared. Doctor Hemmings cleared his throughout, and heat rose on the blondes cheeks. "I uh, sorry dad, I'll just-" "Can you finish up for me, Lucas? I need to pick up your mother" he said, smirking before bloating outside and leaving the two teens on their own. So Calum s assumptions were right.

"Um, hey, I'm Luke" the blonde boy --who caught Calums attraction like that-- introduced, and awkwardly sat down, and --in an even more awkward manner-- crossed his legs. "Calum Hood, right? How do you feel?"

Despite being nervous around Doctor Hemmings, Calum felt he trusted this Luke kid, like he knew him beforehand, but he didn't. Because he'd never seen someone so beautiful as Luke. Ever.

"Vacant" Calum replied simply, yet again.

It's like that one word expressed his whole life and it was the only word he could say, without being nervous or scared.

Luke just looked at him, and sighed. What? Wasn't he supposed to help? Calum reminded himself that obviously, it wouldn't be as useful as Doctor Hemmings' would've been, as his son has probably only been taught and filled in a few times with this sort of stuff. But no, Luke had done this many times, he was just marvelled.

"Look, we've all been there. I have, and trust me, I hate-" "no, you don't understand. I don't want to be here! I'm not like anyone else! I can't remember anything, and all anyone does is shrug it off and say I'm Slated, but the Levo on my arm doesn't prove anything! I barely remember my new name! I don't remember a hospital, a nurse, anything, and then when I join this "better" life, I have stupid society anxiety problems and a fucking list of disorders" Calum sreamed, and jumped up from his seat. Luke started at him wide eyed, and just nodded slowly. He didn't understand though.

4.3.
Think of... of Ashton. Of his adorable little dimples, his hazel eyes and curly hair.

4.5. Not bad.

But then the raven haired boy was sighing happily for about ten minutes, and Luke just looked at him in a manner, as if saying sit down, you're interesting.
Yeah, right, if I can't get a stupid adorable nerd to notice me, I doubt you'd find me interesting you hot piece of fuck

Calum nearly blushed at his thoughts, but pushed it away and continued to awkwardly stare at Luke, who shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

Soon, the door swang open again and Docotr Hemmings was back, grinning widely. "You have one minute to say goodbye. Lucas, I'll be outside." He said, and slammed the door closed again. Calum sighed inwardly, biting his lip and hiding his face behind his hood.

"Look, you probably want to avoid me," no way you adorable lil shot "but, here's my number if you ever need help.." the blonde said, and his hand reached out, with a small slip of paper in it. Calum noticed the familiar contraption on Luke's arm, and also noticed his numbers were 4.1. Was he okay?!

"What do yo-ou l-like..?" Calum asked, stuttering once again, and shoved the number in his pocket, running his fingertips over the smooth paper. "What?"

"What do you enjoy?" He repeated, more confident this time, yet surprised at his own sudden outburst, but he felt he could trust Luke with anything, even if they'd just met. "Um, track, drawing, guitar, and uh, a certain person..?" He replied, unsure if what he'd said was the right answer to the older boys question.

"Picture that person, or yourself running, or a drawing, or even yourself playing guitar... just picture it" Calum said slowly, and Luke closed his eyes, picturing the boy in his mind. The boy. The boy who did make him happy.

He felt his wrist vibrate and the familiar buzz was heard, and  Calum smiled when he saw the numbers. 5.1, perfect.

When the blonde opened his eyes, Calum had gone, which he was kind of grateful for. He hated goodbyes, especially when he knew they were happening, even if he'd see that person the next day.

But he knew for sure he'd see Calum again.
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Just saying, (hA XD) that was really rlly vv fun to write. :-DDD
-ashton