Mugshot [Calum Hood | AU]

Chapter 37

A/N: There will be a lot of POV in this chapter. Hope ya like it tho! Votes and comments, yeah? Enjoy ü

Calum's POV

My brothers and I kinda froze in our places after we saw the photo of Ashton tied up in a chair and bleeding. My head is going crazy at the thought that our brother might be dying or trying to keep himself alive.

"This can't be happening." I mumbled and my brothers looked at me.

Luke is in Brazil and we have no idea where Ashton is.

"I'll ask Louis and Harry to track the message." I say.

To: Harry Edward, Louis William

Guys, we need your help back here in the mansion. Come quick.

I slipped my phone back in my pocket and sat beside Hero on the couch.

"We can't just sit here and wait around." Michael says.

"Let's just wish that Harry and Louis can track fast." Hero says.

"They will." I say. "They always do."

Summer's POV

I opened my eyes and grabbed my phone under my pillow to see that it's already 10pm. I sat up in my bed and stretched my arms.

"Hey, angel." I say as I place a hand on my tummy. "Mommy's gonna cook our dinner okay?" I smiled to myself.

Then suddenly, I remembered that Calum used to call me angel before. I smiled at the memory, beautiful memory that I should put behind to start a new ones with my tiny angel.

I went out of bed and headed down to the kitchen. I opened my fridge and saw some pasta. I pulled it out and heated it on the microwave oven. I sat at the kitchen counter as I wait for my pasta to be done.

"I hope you like pasta, my little one." I giggled.

Talking to my tiny angel makes me happy even though I don't get an answer, what important is that, my angel can hear me. I will do my best to be a good mother to him or her even at a young age. It'll be hard but I won't give up.

My thoughts fell when the microwave tinged.

"Our food is ready." I say as I walk to the microwave.

I am eating the pasta peacefully when my phone rang from the side. I picked my phone up to see that it's Justin.

"Hey." I greeted as I chew.

"Are you eating?"

I swallowed the pasta before answering, "Yeah, I am."

"Okay then." He says. "I'm just checking out on you."

"Thanks, Justin."

"What do you want for breakfast?" He asks. "I'll be there tomorrow."

"Anything will do." I say. "We're not picky."

"We're?" Justin questions.

"Yup." I answer. "Me and my tiny angel." I smile to myself as I place a hand over my tummy.

"Aww." Justin cooed. "Can he or she be my tiny angel too?"

"Of course."

"Does that mean that it is our tiny angel?"

"Hmm.." I trail. "Yeah."

"See you tomorrow, babe." He says.

"Okay." I say. "Goodnight, Justin."