Jealous: A Calum Hood Fanfiction

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(Blair's POV)

I found my way backstage and was pushed past by some younger girls, who were practically imploding, trying to find the boys. I held back a laugh and kept walking. I wanted to ask Calum about the after party. It sounded sort of fun.

A crowd of teenage girls was forming, so I assumed that the boys were behind them. I saw Luke's head poking up from above the others. Somehow, Calum's eyes met mine and he smiled. I waved, staying where I was. I'm not about to push through those girls! Do you know how much hate I've gotten for dating Cal? They're evil!

After the girls got their fulfillment, Calum made long strides over to me.

"How was it?" He asked, a smile snaking up the corner of his mouth.

"I couldn't really hear you over the girls next to me. They were talking about some after party." I looked up at him. His smile had faded.

"You want to go to it don't you?" He said softly.

"Yeah," I nodded, "but I won't if you think it's going to be boring." he looked down at me and sighed.

"You can go if you want to. But no drinking." he said. I agreed. I've learned that drinks don't stay with me for very long.

I pulled him into a hug. I whispered, "I think your show met up to my standards. You might have a surprise waiting for you when you get home from the after party." I felt him freeze and a bulge pressed against my belly button. I pulled back from the hug and smirked, walking off to congratulate the rest of the band.
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I entered the party holding Calum's hand. We were in some club downtown. Music thumped loudly against my ears and the air smelt of alcohol. I looked at Calum and smirked. I lead him to the side of the club and started to kiss him. It turned into a full on make out session. We were relentless until Calum said something about going to get a drink. Suddenly, a man walked up to me, handing me a red cup with beer in it. He checked me out before yelling something I couldn't hear over the music. The guy then proceeded to lick his tattooed lips and smirk. He took my hip and lead me to the dance floor of the club. I looked back to try to find Calum, but he was no where to be seen.

I tried to tug loose of the man's grasp but he had already started grinding on me. I looked at him, disgusted, and slapped him. He fell back, startled, but retaliated by punching me in the stomach. The wind was knocked out of me. It was my turn to fall back, being caught by someone's muscular arms.

I turned and found Luke holding me, shaking his head. He dragged me from the man, as I held my stomach. He stopped pulling me when we were safely away from the crowd.

"What the hell, Blair? Good thing Calum didn't see that! I was so worried about you." he said, looking deep into my eyes.

"Sorry Luke, he was grinding on me. I didn't know what to do! He was a creep! I need to look out for myself." I looked up at him. He sighed, breaking the eye contact and running his hand through his hair.

"How's your stomach?" He asked. I looked down at it.

"It's fine." I lied. It hurt like a bitch.

"Tell the truth."

"I am. I'm going to go find Calum." I said abruptly, leaving the awkward conversation.

Minutes later, I spotted Calum sitting with Luke, deep in conversation. I groaned. Calum looked angry. Deciding on being brave, I walked over, ignoring my stomach pain and sat on Calum's lap, straddling him.

"Hi." I said. He stared at me.

"Blair, Luke just told me you got in a fucking fight with someone. Is it true?"

I looked down into my lap, "yeah." I whispered.

He pushed me off of his lap.

"How could you be so fucking stupid, Blair? To get in a fight with someone that hurt you? Do you know how angry that makes me? You're so fucking stupid, Blair." He spit. Tears brimmed in my eyes. It wasn't my fault! I stood up and bolted from the club.

It was about 11:30 and I was walking to the tour bus. Maybe not the best idea, but who the hell cares at this point? If everyone's so disappointed in me, maybe I should've just stayed home. It would have been more enjoyable for everyone.

I felt tears falling from my eyes but I didn't care. I just wanted to be on that stupid tour bus, not here in the cold night.

Finally, after 15 minutes of walking, the tour bus was in my line of vision. I climbed on and found my bed. I didn't want to see Calum at all tonight. I brushed my teeth and put on my pajamas. Climbing into bed, I pulled out my phone and just checked Instagram until I heard the bus door slam.

Calum.