Back to Normal - Calum Hood

Part 8: Number

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Favorite song from CALM

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—Ella's Pov—

A pillow immediately smacks into my head as I sit up. I look at Kennedy and see her with an unimpressed face.

"Can I ask why you didn't make out with Calum?"

I fall back into the bed and cover my face with my hands. The worst part about this situation is I regret not kissing him more than anything, "I think I got intimidated. What if he's just kissing me cause he's bored?" I ask.

"It's Calum. He would not choose you to be some random hook up," she reassures. I know she's right but deep down I'm scared, "how's the video editing going?" She asks, looking at my open laptop. I pick up the laptop and sit next to her.

"It's not done yet but this is what I got so far. Your footage is really easy to work with," I tell her, pressing play.

"This looks so good. I'm excited to see the final product. Have you shown any of the guys?" She asks. I shake my head no, closing the laptop.

"I want to wait until it's finished. We can have a small viewing party or something," I tell her. Her phone goes off when she goes to talk. As soon as she picks it up a bright smile spreads on her face.

"Let me guess, Lucas?" I ask.

"He was asking if I was going to their gig tonight. Of course I am, are you?" She asks.

"I don't know if I want to see Calum," I tell her. She stares at me looking disappointed.

"Then go for your brother. Don't miss a performance just cause you turned down Calum," she tells me. She gets off the bed and starts walking out of my room.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"Gotta loosen up Luke's nerves before the performance," she says, shooting me a wink. Disgust rolls throughout my body. She does this on purpose. Seconds later Michael gets pushed into my room.

"Looks like the best friends have been replaced," he says fake crying. I open my arms for him and he crawls into bed.

"You coming tonight?" He asks. I shake my head no, grabbing my remote to turn of the tv.

"Why not? You have to come. What if nobody shows up but Kennedy?" He asks, dramatically.

"If I'm there I'll scare off all the potential girls who want to be with you," I tell him. He rolls his eyes, taking out his phone. He shows me dms from girls asking about the band.

"I don't think I'll have that problem," he brags, "plus, shouldn't you want to scare away the ladies from Calum," he teases.

"I'm gonna put my crush on him to rest. I think it would be better if we went back to normal," I tell him. Michael looks confused but doesn't push more into it.

"You should still come tonight, maybe you'll meet another guy," he points out.

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"I'm gonna go grab a refill," I whisper to Kennedy, as the guys finish their fifth song. She nods her head acknowledging what I said.

"Can I just get another Long Island?" I ask the bartender. He gives me a look and asks for my ID. I gladly hand him my fake one to which he shrugs, taking my glass. I turn around and watch the band play, Michael dancing around the boys with his guitar.

When I turn around to grab my drink I see a guy staring at me on the other end of the bar. I give him a small smile before going back to my table.

"Code red. Hot guy at the bar," I whisper to Kennedy. She turns around playing with her straw. She widens her eyes and turns back around.

"That guys hot enough to melt ice," she tells me. I turn back around and see him still smiling at me. The song ends and the guys say they are taking a quick intermission. I turn my attention back to them and pass my drink to Ashton. He gives me a surprised look when he realizes it's not a normal iced tea.

"How do we sound?" Luke asks. No use in me answering when the only person he will listen to is Kennedy.

"Michael...girl talk," I say, motioning him over. He walks over, throwing an arm around my shoulder.

"What's up little Hemmings?" He asks, stealing some of my drink.

"Guy at the bar, should I go for it?" I ask, describing where he's sitting.

"If I was gay I'd totally tap that. Go," he says, pushing me out of my chair. I can't help but laugh as I walk over, feeling Michael's eyes watching my every move. I awkwardly walk over, "is this seat taken?" I ask. He nods his head telling me to sit.

"So, your friends with the band?" He asks, ordering me another drink.

"That I am. If your looking to book them I am their unofficial manager...they just don't know that," I smile. He picks up their card on the counter, reading over all the information.

"Now I know all their names...what about yours?" He asks, putting the card in his jacket.

"Ella"

"Dean"

"How come I've never seen you here before?" I ask, getting comfortable on the stool. He pulls out his ID and I can't help but laugh at how bad the fake is. Most college kids come here because they serve almost anybody. I pull mine out showing him how badly made card is.

"Looks like your friends are going back on," he says, motioning to the guys setting up again.

"I should probably get back up there but," I say, grabbing a pen from behind the bar. I jot down my number on another one of their business cards and hand it to him, "call me".

As I'm walking back to the table, I can't help the smile growing on my face. When I look at the band I see Calum staring back at me, while Michael looks proud.

"So...what happened?" Kennedy asks.

"I gave him my number. Now we just wait to see if he texts," I tell her.