Roommates || Calum Hood

Chapter 63 // Shower

•Cassidy

My eyelids fluttered open, feeling the mascara that still lingered on my lashes from the night before stick to the bags that were clinging underneath my eyes. My entire body felt sore with each one of my muscles aching. I was immediately confused by my surroundings, but soon remembered we had all crashed in Michael's man cave after the party.

I also realized my head was not laying on a squishy pillow. It was resting on Calum's butt.

I giggled softly to myself, trying to carefully climb off of his tall body without waking him up, or without stepping on Luke who was sprawled out on his carpeted floor. Calum groaned loudly as my knee accidentally dug into his back when I tried to crawl over him. "Sorry," I whispered, hoping not to wake anyone else up.

Calum kept his head pressed into the arm of the sofa, yet still managed to rapidly grasp my wrist and tug me back onto the couch. I fell back on top of him, and Calum, with his eyes still shut, managed to tug me closer to the tiny spot on the couch next to him. "Where are you going?" He muttered, his morning voice clearly more raspy than usually.

I pushed some of his hair out of his sleepy face, inspecting every detail of him. He appeared to be just as tired as I was- the five of us had stayed up pretty late together after all- and his cheeks were flushed with a bright shade of red. I'm assuming the discoloration had to do with his face being squashed against a leather couch all night.

"I was going to go take a shower," I explained, keeping my voice as low as possible. I could still faintly hear Ashton snoring, and I didn't want to ruin his deep sleep that he was finally getting. "I smell like toe fungus."

"You're disgusting," Calum whined, finally allowing his eyelids to pry open and adjust to the late morning sunlight. He groaned again. "It's so early. I feel like shit. Why did you have to wake me up?"

I frowned, feeling guilt creep over me. "I didn't mean to. I just didn't want to stink up the place."

Calum sent a lazy smile in my direction. He lifted up his arm that was not wrapped around my waist and tilted his head to the side, getting a whiff of his own armpit. He scrunched his nose up afterwards. "Looks like I need to take a shower too."

"I called it first," I protested, jutting my bottom lip out.

Calum raised one of his eyebrows. He brought his face even closer to mine than it already was on this cramped little couch, and let his lips drag along my face until the reached my ear. "Maybe we should just shower together."

I slapped his chest. "Calum!" I whisper-hissed. "We're at Michael's house! All of your band-mates are going to be right downstairs!"

His nonchalant expression did not falter. He simply smirked at me, shrugging his shoulders without a care in the world. "Your point?"

"The point is that's rude and I don't want one of them to hear us," I stated, still attempting to keep my voice down.

Calum chuckled at me, as if he found this entire situation incredibly casual and amusing. "Babe, we literally had sex when my entire family was downstairs just a few weeks ago."

"And look what happened," I said, referencing the pregnancy scare that was just resolved not too long ago.

"Well I brought a condom with me. One that's not expired this time. And you're on the pill again," Calum persuaded. "We don't even have to have sex though. We can just shower together to save time. You've never showered here before. You probably need some help figuring out how to work it, right Cass?"

I rolled my eyes at him, trying to bite back a smile. "I just don't want them to get like weirded out."

"They're not going to care. Oh my God," Calum complained, tilting his head, which was probably pounding from a hangover headache, backwards and making his jawline seem even sharper. My ultimate weakness. And he wasn't even aware he was doing it. "Cass, they're asleep right now. Can we please just go take a shower before they wake up? We can start off our 2016 right. And I promise I'll even make you breakfast afterwards."