this is what it feels like // calum hood

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The next morning Calum woke up, wrapped up in the covers. He rolled onto his back, stretching his arms up in the air, glancing over at Aly. Her back was to him, her hair pulled into a messy bun show casing the tiny 'yêu' tattoo on the back of her neck and the long jagged scar across her left shoulder.

He had noticed them both last night but it didn't feel like the time to ask when she was bent over the kitchen counter. But since seeing them he wanted to know what the tattoo meant and how she'd gotten the scar.

Aly slight shifted beside him, he smiled to himself leaning over. He kissed her bare shoulder, she moved again.

"Good morning," he kissed her cheek.

Aly responded, her words muffled in the pillow.

"What?" he laughed.

She rolled her head over, eyes still closed, "Good morning," her face landed back in the pillow.

"Want me to order food? Coffee?" Calum asked, his voice soft as he moved to grab his phone from the bed side table.

Aly just groaned into her pillow. She took a deep breath and rolled over pushing her hair out of her face, "Sorry, I'm not a morning person."

"You're fine," he smiled down at her, now sitting up, "Tell me what you want and then you can go back to sleep."

Aly and Calum scrolled through Door Dash and found a place to order from, both putting in their orders.

"Thank you," Aly smiled at him, eyes still a bit heavy with sleep, she rubbed her eyes, she slid down in the bed, "Can I go back to sleep now?"

"Yeah I'm gonna go clean up the mess we made," Calum chuckled as he slipped from the bed.

"You don't have to do that!" Aly protested.

They had attempted to make cookies last night in a very intoxicated state, it hadn't gone very well. It ended with them eating raw cookie dough, and flour all over the counter.

"I don't mind," he stood at the bedside, pulling his pants from the floor, "Now go to sleep so you're not so grumpy," he threw the covers over her head making her slightly laugh.

"Hey!" Aly protested as he walked away.

Aly couldn't fall back sleep so she got out of the bed, grabbed a big t-shirt from her suit case, pulled it on and went to help Calum clean up.

"That wasn't very long," he teased from where he stood sliding flour from the counter into the trash can.

"I couldn't fall back asleep," she glared at him. She turned the corner and went to get the broom.

They went through the motions of cleaning the whole kitchen until the front door bell rang through the house with their food.

Aly sat with the box of food in her lap, two scrambled eggs, french toast and bacon. Calum sat next to her, his own breakfast sandwich in his lap.

"Can I ask you something?" Calum asked, breaking Aly's eating focus.

"Mhm?" she hummed mouth half full.