Midnight\\C.H.

...10...

I sigh as I lay in my bed, so relieved to be back home for a week before we head back to tour. Honestly, I'm just grateful to be get some distance from Calum and be alone. Glad to not see his stupid face or hear his dumb voice. He has been so rude and volatile, I can actually say that the only thing I feel for him is disgust. I want nothing to do with him.

Of course, I will continue to be respectful and professional to keep my job, but going forward, he means nothing to me and I want nothing to do with him. He is strictly my employer and that is it. Nothing more. And never will be again.

It does still sting a bit; this whole relationship, or whatever the fuck it was, falling apart so abruptly and brutally. I know we could be friends, but he seems to suddenly find me completely repulsive and worthless. I refuse to fight to restore that. He can just be the one of four of my employers that I pretend to tolerate, that is the only way I will survive.

My phone chimes and I grab it to see a text from Miles. I smile at his name; recalling how kind and thoughtful he has been to create a deeper friendship with me ever since I crashed at his hotel and sped off so rudely.

Is it weird I miss everyone? Lol, his message says, making me chuckle to myself. I always miss our tour fam when we have breaks. We will be back together soon though. Enjoy your time off and with your friends and family. This is valuable time. Take advantage, I tell him. You're right. And I will. It just feels strange. And honestly, I miss seeing you everyday, his text reads and I feel butterflies in my tummy as I realize I do actually miss him too. His fun and friendly spirit has been a godsend during Calum's despicable behavior. We will be right back at it soon enough and we'll have to go to dinner again, I respond as I bite my lip, remembering his gentle kiss on my cheek when he dropped me off to my hotel room. It's a date ;), he replies and I put my phone down, falling asleep with a smile on my face.

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I am yanked from a deep sleep when my phone blares loudly. It's pitch black in my room and I can tell that I haven't been asleep very long. The light of my phone hurts my eyes when I look to see who is calling me. It's an unknown number but I answer anyway.

"Hello?" I ask, my voice tired and husky.

"Is this Charlotte Gutierrez?"

"Yes? Who is this?"

"Hi, I'm Charles. I'm calling from Pistols Bar. Do you know a Calum?"

"Yes..." I say hesitantly.

"He needs you to come get him right now. He started a fight and I will call the cops if he doesn't leave."

"Send me the address, I am on my way."

When I arrive at the bar, I go inside to find him being restrained by the bouncer at the corner end of the bar, a bloody cut on his brow and bottom lip.

"Lotti!" he slurs as he stands up but the bouncer pushes him back.

Calum glares at the big burly man and I catch a man approaching us.

"Hi, I'm Charles, thank you so much."

"Yeah," I say emotionless before I look at Calum again.

"Hey, he hit his head. The other guys slammed the side of his face into the bar. He may need to get checked out for a concussion. Or at least keep him awake for a couple hours."

"Great," I sigh.

"Lotti, can I go home with you? These guys are dicks," Calum looks at me sad, his lids barely lifted.

"Yep, lets get you home," I murmur, grabbing his arm as he stands and sways.

I manage to get him into my car and hit the interstate to his house. He breaths loudly in his drunkenness, annoying me as I wonder why I was called to get him. Why not Ashton or his precious Cecil?