Jealous: A Calum Hood Fanfiction

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(Blair's POV)

I had my large green duffel bag in my hand and the key Calum had given to me to his flat in my hand. I put the key in the lock when I felt someone's presence. I whipped around to see a large man standing in the shadows. I guess 10:30 pm on a Monday night is quite a weird time to be going into someone else's flat.

Regardless, I froze in my spot as the man walked closer to me. He had a rough voice.

"What're you doing out here this time of night pretty lady? Ain't it past your bedtime?" I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

He continued to walk toward me.

"Please go away," I said, feeling less confident than I sounded.

"Oh, I don't think so." I turned around, trying to turn the key in the lock when a hand brushed my hip. I froze. I felt the mans breath on my neck. He grabbed my hips and squeezed. After fulfilling his pleasure, he moved his hands down more so they were touching my bum. I shrieked and smacked his face. Grabbing the duffel bag and the key, I bolted into Calum's flat and locked the door with the chain and the door knob. Not trusting that, I pushed a cabinet in front of the door.

I heard him heavily pounding on the door for a good minute. After deciding I wasn't worth it, I heard the mans footsteps become fainter, probably looking for some new prey.

I broke down and cried. I knew it was too late to call Calum, so I went into his bedroom, shut the door, and texted him.

"Cal, I was just walking to your flat when someone tried to grab my bum. I'm inside now and I locked the door. I'm really scared baby." I hit send and turned on a light. His clothes were neatly put into his drawers and I took out a shirt and some of his sweatpants. I was swimming in both of them, but they smelled like Cal, so I snuggled up in his bed, not bothering to brush my teeth.
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(Calum's POV)

I sat angrily at the interview, itching to leave. I could hear the interviewer running out of questions to ask the boys, so he turned his attention to me. Or, should I say, that picture of Blair and the mystery guy.

"So, Calum, this picture was taken yesterday at a pizza shop near your house. What are your thoughts on this?" On the screen near him, the picture of Blair & Company popped up. I balled my hands into fists. Ash noticed.

"I think we should move on," Ashton said, motioning to me and making a sign that indicated I didn't want to talk about it.

"Oh, I see. Okay, so Luke, we have acquired some information on you. People seem to think that you also like Blair."

I froze in my chair, tilting my head towards Luke's flushed face.

"Uh, I mean...she's pretty, and gives us free pizza, but I don't-I don't like her." he was starting to sweat.

I was so angry. How could this douche of an interviewer not get the hint to lay off? I'll talk to Blair privately about it, not in front of the millions of people watching. I stood up and stormed out of the room, everyone looking astonished.

I marched into the bathroom and sat down. Pulling out my phone, it said I had a message from Blair. I opened it.

After reading it, I ran my fingers through my hair. God dammit. I sent her to my flat to get out of danger and some other man approached her? Hell no. Not today.

I called her back, anger ridden.

"Hi Cal," she sounded sleep deprived.

"Hello."

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"No. I saw a picture of you and some guy at that pizza place and he was fucking caressing your cheek, you just got assaulted, this interviewer is a total douche, and you're so far apart from me that I can't do shit about it." I was panting with outrage.

She didn't answer for a few seconds. I forgot how fragile she was. I think I scared her.

"Blair?" I said softly, "did I scare you?" I heard sniffling on the other line.

"Did you seriously think I cheated on you? Are you kidding, Cal?" She asked.

I paused. I did doubt her, and she probably thinks I don't trust her anymore. Shit.

"Babe, I'm sorry. I was so caught up in everything. Who was that guy anyway?"

"I forgive you. And that's my friend Nick. He was looking at my bruise. And no, he's not the ex-boyfriend Nick who cheated on me, this is a different Nick." She reassured me.

"Another guy for me to worry about. Great." I mumbled.

"Oh, piss off," she giggled. I loved her laugh, it was so adorable, "want to know what I'm wearing?"

"Always do." I said hungrily.

"That soft white t-shirt you love and your favorite pair of sweats. Now they're going to smell like me!" She giggled some more.

I moaned, "Babe, why would you tell me this? You know how it makes me feel. It's just cruel!" She knows exactly what she's doing.

She laughed some more, "I have to go to work, Cal. See you Thursday. Love you babe." I blew her a kiss through the phone and walked back into the interview room, smiling.

"Ooh, someone made up with their girlfriend!" Michael sarcastically cooed.

"Shut up!" I laughed, sitting in between Luke and Ashton.