Punchbag - Calum Hood (5sos) Alternate Universe [ON HOLD]

24: cassidy

24: different colours - walk the moon

©assidy

All I ever did was sit in my room and sulk. I'd pretty much packed all my things up, which made everything seem more real and that's what I feared most, the moment when it actually hits me that I won't live here anymore. I don't want to leave, I really don't want to leave.

Dad was sorting some things out at the gym and Rachel was shopping so I was home alone. I hadn't eaten since the chocolate caramel shreddies dad had practically forced down my throat at breakfast ("you don't eat enough, Cassidy, you're like a stick!") and it was now almost 5pm. I slipped out of the front door and jogged down the path. I hadn't been jogging for a while.

After a few laps of the neighborhood, I found myself at the front door of Calum's house. It didn't look like anyone was home but Calum has a tendency to hibernate in his room, under his covers with the curtains drawn and the lights out. I lifted my knuckle up and knocked on the door. A few moments later Calum was standing in front of me with a serious case of bed head.

"You have a strong knock, Cas," Calum smirked, leaning against the door frame.

I rolled my eyes. "It's dinner time; have you been in bed all day?"

"I was having an existential crisis," he said matter-of-factly.

I chuckled and pushed past him, walking into the house. "I take it you're home alone?"

"Mum and Rick left a note yesterday saying they wouldn't be home till tomorrow," he called from the doorstep.

I had made my way into the kitchen and was partway through making a cup of coffee. "You got anything in to eat?"

"Get your own food," he said jokily, swatting my prying hands away from the cupboards.

"Not for me, for you," I said, still rummaging through the various compartments dotted around Calum's kitchen. "Well, for me too, but mostly you. I've already had chocolate caramel shreddies today, you've had nothing."

Calum sighed and got some eggs out of the fridge and began cracking them into a pan of water. I sat down on one of the stools at the breakfast bar and just... watched him.

It's fascinating watching anyone do anything, really, as long as you concentrate on them hard enough. You notice things you would never normally notice, things maybe the person doesn't even know about themselves. Things so irrelevant that you don't need to take them in in order to know the person well.

Like the way Calum straightens one leg completely out when he's cracking eggs and bends the other one to create a perfect steady posture. Like how he chews lightly on the top right corner of his mouth when he's thinking about whether he needs to add more salt to the eggs. Like the way he stands on the balls of his feet when he's serving the food on two plastic pates. How he presses the buttons on the dishwasher with his thumbnail. How he narrows his eyes when he's done something wrong, as though he's scalding himself mentally. How he kisses me.

We were kissing. I ran my fingers through Calum's hair as he pushed me against the wall, then up the stairs and into his bedroom. The lights were out and there was dirty clothes strewn everywhere, wires were threatening to trip me at every glance. But we made our way to the bed, stumbling over the abandoned duvet on the floor.

"I-I don't have a, um, I don't have a c-condom," Calum stuttered raspily. I have to admit, the taste of egg on both our breaths was slightly off putting, but we were so caught in the moment I didn't really notice it.

I chuckled after he said that. "I don't want to have sex with you," I whispered, breaking the kiss for a moment. "I just want to... kiss you."
"
Our foreheads were touching. "Ok," he said, his voice low.

Our lips reconnected. And let me tell you, there's nothing like a heavy make out session in a dirty teenage boy's room accompanied by the faint sound of someone banging on the wall (courtesy of Mrs Green, the old lady next door).

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shet i'm getting myself together i think maybe i'm back on track w// this book