assassins // calum hood

20. honey, i can't dance

although wolf understood that parties were meant to keep people together and let them have fun she still didn't get the point of it. but she slipped into her tight black dress and heels because of fox, she knew she couldn't let her friend down.

calum and her had talked about it and mentally agreed with the idea of attending the basement party together.

"are you really wearing that?" calum was shocked by the dress that wolf was wearing, he was used to seeing her in baggy pants and fit shirts not tight dresses.

"come on, calum. it's a party for fuck's sake." wolf also straightened her hair which made it reach her bra-line. "i don't look awful, do i?"

"you look... very beautiful, wolf." calum replied, fixing his hair and looking at his face in the mirror.

calum wore a black polo and skinny jeans which was ripped, he bought it once when they took a trip to the mall.

like normal people, they got paid by the government when they completed missions-an awful lot of money, i must say.

arriving at the basement of the warehouse, the two were welcomed by the loud music, but the music was too distinctive they couldn't even tell what kind of music it was.

people were looking at wolf- especially zayn who had never seen wolf like that.
few people turned their heads up to her and got back to their business again.

she wasn't comfortable with people staring at her, it made her feel like she was doing something wrong.

"you know, you look fantastic, wolf." a voice creeped up from behind which made wolf and calum turn around.

then there was zayn wearing a black coat, and a bow tie. calum even wondered if he stole the outfit from a waiter.

wolf made no comment about this, she knew that if she entertained zayn and his words, she'd just fall into the pit of misery but not this time, she was very sure of her feelings for calum.

"come on, dance with me." zayn added, he was quite sober which was a very very rare thing to happen when he was out partying.

"no, go away." wolf responded coldly as calum dragged her to another place and that happened to be the dancefloor.

"what the fuck, calum."

"what? don't you wanna dance with me?" calum took wolf's hand and placed them carefully on his neck, sending him goosebumps everywhere.

"honey, i can't dance." wolf answered, locking her eyes upon the boy.

"yes you can." calum placed his hands on wolf's waist, staring back at the girl.

they were waltzing in sync, never giving a shit about the place or zayn or drunk harry.

"what have you done to me, c?" calum asked slowly, his hand still placed carefully on the girl's waist.

"i don't know, why are you asking me?" wolf joked, sending a real smile and looking down at their feet.

"i never felt like this before, wolf." calum then said, his eyes were shining with sincerity.

"neither do i." wolf answered shifting her eyes back at the boy, "i hope you know, calum. that i may not be able to tell you how much i love you, but i really do."

the boy turned a little pink, "i can't imagine being in college right now and not being able to meet you. i just really can't explain what i feel, wolf. you are so different."

"this is getting romantic." wolf looked down once again, hiding her little smile.

"yes, it is, don't you like it?"

"of course, i do, asshole." the girl scoffed running her hands through the boy's hair. "you're so romantic, i'm beginning to hate you."

the boy chuckled as they continued to say things about each other in that spot until the party ended and everyone was gone. it was love and it was real.

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