one shots

"I'm not proposing to be your husband I'll save that for a later time."

It is only 7.46am and your phone wouldn't stop buzzing.

07:44 wakey wakey mother fucker

07:45 r u awake or nah?

07:45 r u ready to go or nah?

07:46 I'm so hungry

07:46 Omg are u seriously still sleeping

07:46 WAKE UP!!!

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Now, it is a well-known fact that your sleep is something no one ever wants to interfere with. Furious, you throw your blanket back and dial Calum's number.

"Hi!" Calum sounds annoyingly energetic for someone who is awake at such an hour, excited that you were awake.

"Listen up, you fucking punk. One more time you text me before 10am, you're fucking dead. Do you hear me? You. Are. Fucking. Dead. I need my sleep and we aren't meeting until 1 anyways, so don't you dare try to deprive me of my sleep! If you text me again to try to wake me up, you're going out on your own later!" You slam your phone down on the bed side table and go back to sleep, leaving Calum feeling kind of shitty.

But the dude totally had it coming; it was pretty much general knowledge to anyone who knew you that one does not simply fuck with your sleeping time. It makes you crazy mad and Calum, your best friend in the whole wide world, should know this better than anyone else.

# 5 HOURS LATER #

You are standing in front of the mirror, applying the second last and final coats of mascara to your lashes when your doorbell rings. You hear your mom greet Calum at the door and approximately fourteen seconds later, Calum was standing by the door of your bedroom.

"Why do you look like someone slapped the handsome out of you?" you ask him, noticing that he isn't wearing his usual idiot grin that would melt any girl's heart faster than cheese in a cheese toastie would. The lack of a smile made him look a little less gorgeous than he normally does but his jaw was on point, like always. You always thought that his jaw was probably personally chiselled by the Goddess of beauty herself.

"Did you forget the conversation we had in the morning?" Calum asks, surprise plastered across his face.

"What? Did I call you? Oh dear, I can't even remember! Was I sleep talking?"

"Um, no! Although that would have been much better than what you actually did!"

Calum strolls to your bed and flops down on your sheets, making himself comfortable.

"What exactly did I do, Calum?" you ask him, not quite remembering the morning you had. You had a tendency to not fully understand and realise what you did while you were half asleep - which is a big part of the reason why most people are usually hesitant to disrupt your sleep.