I woke up to the sun beaming through the window, no curtains to stop the light from blinding my tired eyes. As my eyes adjusted I took in my current surroundings - Callum's arm was tight around my waist, his head on my chest as steady slow breaths passes through his slightly parted lips. The crease that was usually constantly in the middle of his brows was no longer there and he looked peaceful. I smiled at the silence of his house and ran my finger over the scar that was below his ear taking in the peaceful 'normal' Callum. He stirred slightly so I stopped but it was too late he opened his eyes meeting with mine straight away.
"Good morning" he grumbled as he snuggled his head further into my chest.
"Good morning Callum" I laughed
"I like this" he said whilst he pushed himself up further so we were eye level. He smiled and as if it were contagious, I smiled along with him.
"So do I"
He leaned in and before I could even worry about my morning breath, a loud voice interrupted us.
"I don't give a fuck" the voice was muffled through the walls but still audible "get the money and the stuff and roll the fuck out now!" It was pretty obvious what the phone call was about and I wasn't stupid but I was still so shocked I stiffened in Callum's arms. He shot up and walked out of the room slamming the door behind him as the shouting continued.
Being left alone let my imagination run wild. Which one of Callum's house mates was a drug dealer? Did Callum know? Is it even one of Callum's house mates? Am I safe?
of course I am safe..well I feel safe.
The shouting came to a stop and about five minutes later Callum walked back into the room with a stone cold face.
"Get up. I'll take you home." I didn't want to go home, I wanted to stay. To be with him longer but I didn't argue I just got up, blushing when I realised I was only in my underwear and one of Callum's t-shirts. I started to tug at the hem to try and cover up more of my legs while looking for my jeans that I wore the night before.
Callum walked behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist while taking my hands in his.
"I'm sorry" he whispered softy into my neck causing goose bumps everywhere on my body "I'm so. so." he placed a feathered kiss on my neck between each "so", "sorry that I am so complicated"
I turned around in his arms wrapping my own around his neck and looked up into his eyes.
"I just have some things to sort out that I don't want you involved in" I nodded and kissed him then when I went to pull away he kept me there , his lips soft on mine.
"God I don't want you to go." his face hardened as he looked away "I'll pick you up later?" He looked hopeful.
"Well I don't know I have people to see and places to be" I said trying to lighten the mood which successfully manages to put a smile on his face.
"Oh so I have competition do I?"
"Hmmm maybe" we both stared smiling at each other.
"I guess I am going to have to eliminate the competition, I am very competitive" we shared a laugh before I dropped my hands from his neck to continue searching for my jeans.
I shuffled into them and with my back to Callum I began to lift the hem of his t-shirt to replace it with my own.
"Keep it on" he said "it looks better on you" he smirked as I swooned. The shirt was way to big for me but I made it work by tucking it into my jeans.
"Oh your back" my mams voice echoed through the house from the kitchen as I slipped my shoes off "what did you get up to last night?" She peeped her head around the kitchen door.
