Jealous: A Calum Hood Fanfiction

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(Blair's POV)

He shoved me down onto the ground. I landed flat on my back, wincing in pain. Luke looked down on me, horrified. Calum, as if realizing what he had done, had a look of shock on his face. He out stretched his hand, trying to help me up, but I did not grab it. I stayed on the ground. He knitted his eyebrows together in hurt, and stormed out of the room. Why was he mad? He was the one who carelessly shoved me onto the ground.

"First Nick, then you stand up for Luke instead of me? What kind of girlfriend are you, Blair?" He yelled. I felt tears brimming in my eyes. I stood up and ran off the bus, not caring who followed or how late it was. I was not about to stay another minute under the same roof as Calum.

I'm not sure where I was running, but it was far from the tour bus. My legs started to burn but I ignored it, trying to put as much space between us. I looked behind me, to find no one following me.

I was alone on a sidewalk in the middle of the night. Cars rarely passed by, and if they did the passengers were not sober. I sat on the closest bench, putting my head in my hands, finally letting some tears fall. They slipped down my cheeks and splashed onto the cold pavement beneath me.

I stood up, shivering. It was becoming colder and colder. Maybe I should go back to the bus. I started walking in the direction I came from.

It got later and later and I couldn't find the bus. Did they leave without me? Did I make a wrong turn? Where was I? Had I seen that building before?

I was frantically running around. It must have been about one in the morning. Where was everyone? I started breathing hard. Shit, I was having an anxiety attack. This hadn't happened since fifth grade.

My breathing was becoming heavier and heavier. I slumped to the ground.

I'm never going to see them again. This is the end. I'm lost, cold, and scared. Don't panic. Don't panic. I thought to myself. I ran my hands through my hair and started to cry. I looked all over the ground for something sharp. There had to be glass or metal or something.

A beer bottle was broken on the ground. I picked up a shard of glass and lifted up my shirt, slitting a long slice down the center of my bruise. Relaxation fell over me. I cut again, and again. My breathing slowed.

I sat on the ground, head lolled backwards, when a shadow formed above my face.

"Blair?" The voice said, "Oh my god what happened?" I looked down at the blood seeping through my shirt, and then up at the shadow. It was Calum.

"Nothing. Go away." I said, turning my body away from him. He put a hand on my shoulder and I flinched.

"I'm not going to hurt you, B," he said softly, "I acted out and I'm sorry. I can't stand being away from you." He took his sweatshirt and wrapped it around my shoulders when he noticed me shivering.

I looked into his caramel eyes, "You said that last time," I pouted. He glanced at his shoes, biting his lip.

"I know. And I was so mean and horrible to you. I can't even respond to my actions. I'm sorry." I nodded, accepting his apology. He carefully wrapped his hands around me and lifted me off the ground. I winced, but said nothing. He carried me back to the bus.

Luke and Ashton were waiting by the door when Calum carried me up the steps. All the color drained from their faces.

"What happened?" they asked, but neither Calum nor I responded. He set me down on the table, lifting up my shirt to see the gashes on my skin. Luke gasped. Cal just bit his lower lip, trying to stop it from trembling. A single tear rolled down his cheek. He turned away from me, wiping the tear away.

"Did you have an anxiety attack again?" Ashton whispered, eyeing my stomach. I nodded.

"We were so worried about you, Blair. We love you." Luke took a step closer to me, leaning down to my face. He was able to touch his nose with mine when Ashton nudged him, signaling the death stare of Calum.

"Baby-I-I don't know what to say. I don't deserve you," he said, his eyes all red and puffy. He ran a trembling hand through his hair. I stared at him sadly. Suddenly, I sat up and pulled him into a hug. He sniffled into my shoulder as I rubbed his back in circles, just how he liked it.

"It's okay Cal. Don't cry." I whispered into his ear.

I saw Ashton and Luke talking quietly. Luke looked really mad. He caught me looking and his features softened. I managed a small smile and closed my eyes. I pulled out of the hug.

I pouted, "Can you please carry me to bed?" Calum smiled, picking me up bridal style and placing me in my bed. He began to kiss me goodnight when I said, "Aren't you going to cuddle?" in my cutest baby voice he loved so much. I felt his warmth hug me, and I smiled.

"I love you Calum, no matter how jealous you get of my hot body," I teased, giggling slightly.

"I love you too Blair, no matter how jealous you make me. I want you and only you for the rest of my life. I want to wake up next to you every day and look at how beautiful you are and tell you how much I love you. I want to hold your hand in public and cuddle you for hours on end," he kissed my cheek, "and no matter who gets in my way of you, I will always love you." I flipped over onto my side so I was facing him. He was looking at me sincerely.

"You're such an adorable little dork," I said, "so kiss me." and he did. He kissed me and our lips intertwined. My heart was beating out of my chest and I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me so our bodies were touching. He was so warm and inviting. And in that moment, I knew. I knew from the way he kissed me to the way he ran his fingers through my hair that I was fully in love with him, no matter how angry he made me.

And he was in love with me too.