Everything I Didn't Say [c.h.]

thirty one

After taking another moment to calm my heart, I followed Calum into the main part of the hotel room where the beds were. Where the beds were. I widened my eyes, taking in Calum who was looking at where I was laying less than five minutes ago.

The papers were scattered everywhere. It was obvious that I was reading them, which meant I couldn't lie to him about reading them or not now. I didn't say anything, rooted to the spot where I stood several feet away from him. He finally turned around, and I averted my eyes from making contact with his.

"Are you okay with me being here?" His low voice broke the silence.

I shrugged. "I don't want to kick you out. You made the effort to come here, and I'm not going to let that go to waste."

"Right...okay. Can we sit down?" He motioned to the beds, and I nodded, walking over to take my spot on my own as he sat on the other so that we were facing each other. We were so close our knees were almost touching, and the thought made my heart beat erratically.

I tucked one of my legs under the other as I hastily gathered all of the papers into one pile, avoiding him as long as I could. When I was done, I placed my hands in my lap, finally glancing up at him. "You staring at me is making me uncomfortable," was the first thing I told him.

He shook his head, laughing a bit. "Sorry. It's been awhile."

"Yeah...Almost two years," I spoke up.

"Two years," he muttered. "You look really good."

"You do too." This was going well so far. I could do small talk. "I'm surprised you're not making the room smell." Did I just say that?

Calum chuckled, that 'look' coming across his face as he gazed at me. "I showered real quick before I came here. I didn't want to make another horrible first impression." He cleared his throat, realizing what he said afterwards.

I observed what he was wearing. It was definitely not his concert attire. He wore a loose, black sweater with some black skinny jeans as well as black vans.

"Enough black for you?" I joked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, I don't really have a wide variety of clothes I could choose from," he smiled at me. I wasn't quite sure how I was doing this, but I was, and I hoped it would stay like this until he left.

"So...." I stated awkwardly, shifting so that my legs were now crossed, thankful that my dress was long enough to do so.

"You were at my concert," he suddenly said in wonder.

"I was...."

"But you guys were just in Colorado this afternoon."

"We were. I didn't know I'd be attending. But I guess everyone else was planning it for some time now." I felt as if I was the one being interrogated and I didn't like it. "I didn't think you'd notice we were here."

He nodded, leaning back and placing his palms on top of the bed behind him. "I was just ready to put on another show tonight. When I saw you walking away at the beginning of American Idiot, I couldn't believe it was you. I had to keep performing for about half an hour more debating if you were actually in the same city as me or not. It was bugging me so much. So I told the boys about it backstage, and I knew as soon as they reacted that you were here. And I wanted to see you. Needed to. Now here I am."

"Here you are.." I mumbled.

"We need to talk," he gently started.

"No, we don't." I wanted to stick with the small talk. No one can ever go wrong with small talk.