—Calum—
I don't run because I enjoy it,I run because I have to and if I don't I would be at least double the weight I am now.
I always go first thing in the morning - it wakes me up and I never see anyone.It's great.
But then there was that one morning where I couldn't find any tops and I managed to leave the house with one sock and my hair half falling out.That's the one day I bumped into someone.
Literally.
With great force.
Force enough to knock us both to the ground.
I was all ready to tell the punk to watch where he was going but then he was apologising profusely and holding his hand out to help me up.I took it and let this attractive man pull me to my feet.
"Are you okay? Your elbow's bleeding." That voice was what puppies would talk like.
"Uh,yeah,I'm okay,sorry." I mumbled,all set to continue running and try to forget my appalling appearance on the day I met someone hot.
"I can clean it up for you, if you like? My house is only a minute away." He offered.
"Uh, sure." I accepted; hot boy inviting sweaty girl back to his house? I,for one,wanted to see where this was going.
"I'm really sorry for hitting you - I was in the zone and Ash said he was cooking pancakes." He blushed.
I laughed. "I didn't notice you until you'd hit me to be honest. That's a perfectly valid reason to want to get home.I get home to an empty house."
"Oh,that sucks. You can stay for breakfast if you like? Do you have anywhere to be?"
"If there are pancakes on offer I might have to take you up on that. No, I'm mostly unemployed,very little social life and no plans for the day."
"You're out pretty early for someone with no plans."
"I usually don't see anyone."
"No,neither; it's peaceful."
"That's what I like it." I agreed. "What's your name?" I asked.
"Calum," He reached his hand out to me and I shook it.
"I'm-"
"Beautiful." He winked,holding my hand for just that little bit longer. "And your name's on the back of your sweatshirt. Track team?"
"Long distance.Bit of cheerleading and dancing on the side too." I smirked. "You're really good looking too,while we're on that." I blushed; my words not coming out in the right order.He smiled and dropped my hand,looking down at the ground nervously.
"You're limping!"
"Oh yeah, I have a really weak ankle. I broke it when I was a kid."
"How?"
"Track team."
"I'll have a look at it for you, run you home afterwards." Calum promised,turning down the drive for a rather large house.I slowly followed,wondering what the hell this guy did to be able to afford a house like this.
The inside of the house was all white and modern,and for a teenage boy's house it was incredibly clean.It was gorgeous. But Calum had disappeared,he reappeared a second later to grab my hand and pull me through to the kitchen.
"Let me just grab the first aid kit." He smiled at me. "And check something." He mumbled, jogging out to the hall and screaming; "Mikey,are you clothed?"
"No,why?"
"I've got a girl here, please put some pants on?"
"Ooh! Okay." Mikey sounded really enthusiastic,but I tried not to think about how many girls have been in and out of that door.
Calum came back in and pulled a chair out at the dining table,suggesting I sat down.He brought the first aid kit over to the table and knelt down by my bleeding elbow,cleaning it and carefully disinfecting it and dressing it.
He then gently removed my trainer from my foot (without asking me which ankle it was, might I add) and started prodding around it.
"What do you know about ankles?" I asked.
"A little,I've damaged my ankles before and our physio always seems to be doing things like this." He shrugged.
"Your physio? What do you do?" I asked.
"I'm in a band,so are the other boys. We're quite big."
"Oh shit yeah, you're the one's that opened for One Direction, aren't you? I'm so sorry." I apologised frantically.
"Don't be stupid, it's nice to meet someone without them telling me who I am."
"I like your music; I've heard of your band, I swear I know who you are." I apologised.
"You know what? I think I liked it better when you didn't." He smirked.
"Sorry.It's early and I'm- sorry, Calum." I quietened,trying so hard not to annoy him anymore.
"I think it's just a light sprain, if not just a twinge.I'll strap it up for you, take it easy and let me know how it goes."
"How would I do that?"
"You'd let me put my number into your phone and text me later." He smirked,looking up at me with those massive brown eyes from my feet.
"I don't take my phone running. But you could give me yours and check up on me later?" I asked, returning his flirtatious tone.
"I'm definitely up for that." He stood, taking my hands and pulling me to my feet.
"Now where are those pancakes?" I teased
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A/N: my favorite 5sos's song is Don't Stop :D
