~Calum
"Paige, darling get inside before you catch a cold!" I stand on the steps of our tour bus, watching my girlfriend take in the cold weather of Chicago.
Her face is flushed from color, minus her cheeks that are rosier than they have ever been. The cold air nips at her skin, making her lips, eyes, and cheeks more prominent. She looks like an absolute angel and I could quite honestly watch her like this forever. The only thing stopping me is that she could get sick from being out there for too long.
"But it's so nice out here Calum." She whines, "We're gonna be on a stuffy tour bus for hours. I can't bear the idea of not breathing in fresh air for that long."
I smile at my girl and revel in the sight of the outfit she chose which was to wear my hoodie as a source of comfort and warmth. More specifically, my green hoodie that stated empathy across the front.
"We'll find ways to pass time." I tuck my hands into the pockets of my sweatpants, feeling them begin to numb from standing in the entrance of the doorway.
Paige's eyes widen instantly, she looks back at me with parted lips, "Calum! We can't do that. There's other people on this bus." She whisper—scolds me.
I shake my head at her insinuation, "I didn't mean that, but if you're up for it so am I." I shrug nonchalantly, reveling in the way her cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red.
She tucks her hands into the sleeves of my sweater, beginning to shiver from the chilly air. "Shut up Calum." My girl rolls her eyes at me, biting back a smile.
Deciding to brave the cold air, I step down off the steps and hook my fingers through the belt loops of her jeans, pulling her flush against my own body.
She gasps at the surprising movement, but eventually relaxes against me. Her shivering stills in my grasp, relieving me but it's still not enough to change my mind on bringing her inside the warm tour bus.
I watch as Paige seems to forget for a moment that she isn't alone. It takes everything in me not to disturb her by kissing her chapped lips. The pupils of her green eyes are dilated as she looks up at the sky and the way the clouds have covered it in a misty haze.
In my drunken state I told Paige I'm in love with her. I meant it and I still do. But I also understand that she's not ready and I would never want to pressure her into thinking she has to say it back.
However, it's been incredibly difficult for me not to say it again. I want to say it over and over again until she believes the words leaving my lips. I want to show off our relationship for the entire world just so everyone knows that Paige Evans is my girl.
But that was the exact issue three years ago. It was because I flaunted our relationship and moved too quickly with putting her into the band's spotlight that in return caused our break up.
It's as if this relationship is the one secret we really can have.
The three words are on the tip of my tongue as I look at the blissful girl, forcing me to bite the inside of my cheeks.
"You're really pretty, you know that?" I say in all seriousness. Her eyes connect with mine and as if her smile couldn't get any bigger, it does.
"Calum." She pushes her bottom lip out, obviously taking a liking to my outburst.
"I'm serious, baby. You're the prettiest girl I've ever laid my eyes on. And I see thousands of them every night." I add on, doing the best I can at furthering my point.
She opens her mouth to respond, but I render her speechless by finally pressing my lips against hers and pulling us even closer together.
I live for the air she breathes. I feel the weather as she does— when she breathes so do I. When a chill runs down her spine from the weather, goosebumps rise on my skin all the same. If she says it's not cold outside, it's not cold outside.
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Fanfiction"Promise me you'll be fine?" She said as the two of held onto each other's hands for dear life. "I'll be just fine." I said kissing her hand and reassured her through my tears.
