"hey it's y/n! leave a message after the tone."
"fuck" calum mumbled softly. he was absolutely wasted and decided that calling you would be a great idea. deep down he knew that you wouldn't answer, after all it was past five in the morning, and he knew that you would still be sleeping.
"fucking hell" he muttered, waiting to leave you a message.
"hey it's calum. i really don't know why i'm calling you right now. to be honest, i'm incredibly drunk. i threw a party, i know how much you hate them. yet, every time i wanted to go one you always put on your best smile and went with me.
it's 5 Am and i'm clinging to my couch, everyone i ever knew was standing in my house. all of my friends, all piled into my living room, the one you helped me decorate. no matter who i was talking to, or how interesting the conversation was, i found myself scanning the room. i looked through every single person in my house yet i didn't find the one i wanted to see. i can't help but to wonder who i was looking for because you don't go to parties anymore. i've asked about you, i know you still talk to the boys, but no one wants to tell me anything. once i realized that i was looking for you, i couldn't stop thinking about you. it hurt so much that i kept pounding back drinks until i was completely hammered, but it was no use. i can't get you out of my head. i've got the last five year running out my mouth. i miss you so much. what went wrong? when did you fall out of love with me? actually i know. i was my fault, i was dumb and passionate and messed everything up. i'm sorry y/n. i'm sorry that i ruined our relationship. i still love you, so when you hear this and if decide that you still love me too, call me back."
