LOVER |c.t.h|

FIVE|Emery|

Umm... HI?! I want to say a few things before we get started!

1. I am so sorry I have been MIA for a year, it's been tough to write and keep writing but being in recovery for hip surgery has made me want to start up again. I hop all of my besties are still here and excited for this story to continue!

2.I am going to try my best to keep up with this, my friend and I are holding each other accountable for writing, because we are both in the same boat of struggling lol!

WELCOME BACK TO LOVER!!!!

Now enjoy the chapter and tell me what you think<3 love you always!

WORD COUNT:2202<3

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I forgot how it feels to get tattooed. It's a great feeling, one that seems to calm me rather than hurt me.

"You're all finished," the tattoo artist tells me.

I get up and give it a look, it's on my right rib cage so I have to look in the mirror. I love it, absolutely love it.

"Hey Cal, come look."

I see his tall frame walk through the door. He walks over to give my ribs a once over. As he does this, he runs his hand across my back, sending chills through my body.

"I love it Em," he smiles wide.

"Really?" I arch my brow. I know I love it, but I didn't expect him to find much joy in it.

"Yeah, and it's our little secret, no one will know we were even here."

I smile up at him. 'Our little secret'; I love it. I look back at my body and instantly feel sick. I pull my clothes back over to cover any unwanted exposed skin.

God, do I really look that fat right now? I just let two men see my body while I looked like that. I hate that idea.

Cal looked at me with confusion, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it was just cold is all," I smile and nod.

"Well, I have a hoodie in the car that you can use," he smiles.

"That would be great, thank you," I sigh in relief. He has no idea how comfortable that will make me.

Hoodies are my security blanket; they make me feel covered and safe. That's how I want to feel all the time. Safe.

"Well, I already paid for the tattoo, so we are all set to go when you're ready," Cal says.

I widen my eyes in shock; "You did not have to do that, oh my gosh."

"Don't worry about it, I wanted to and so I did," he smiles.

"Thank you so much."

He nods his head. "Let's get going."

We walk out of the store and get to the car. Calum opens the door for me, and I give him a smile along with a thank you. I press my back into the seat and close my eyes, taking a deep breath in and out.

"Here's that hoodie for you," Calum hands me a black hoodie that has 5SOS printed in the upper corner. I smile and put it on as soon as the cotton fabric is in my hands. It smells so fucking good. What does this man shower with my god. I take in the scent, hoping to keep it in my mind forever.

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The ride back to the studio was spent listening to music and watching the big palm trees. Every once in a while, Calum would ask me if I was doing okay, like if the AC was too high or too low. Little did he know, I was a window down in 50-degree weather kind of girl.