Emily's POV
"Who cares? I love you too much" he said kissing my forehead. I looked at him weirdly.
"So, um Netflix and some flowers" he smiled cheekishly.
"I like the way you think Hood" I told him.
He smiled, running downstairs. After another 20 minutes he came back. Well, he was gone for a while...."Netflix," he said handing me his lap top.
"Roses" he said putting them on my desk.
"And...our album" he said putting it on my lap.
"Oh, my lord" I mumbled.
"It's deluxe too" he smirked. I rolled my eyes and opened his lap top. I went onto Netflix and pressed on Pretty Little Liars. Calum sat next to me in bed as the lap top was on my legs.
*While watching it*
"If that ever fucking happened to me. I would call the fucking cops. God damn it. I don't give a shit about all this 'A' crap," he muttered.
"I guess I'll turn it off then" I trailed.
"No" he yelled quickly,"It's got me hooked man, hooked." He said. The episode ended and I closed the lap top."Hey" he yelled.
"Calum, that was 4 seasons and its fucking 12 Am" I muttered.
"But I wanna know who damn A is" he groaned.
"Shut up and let me sleep" I told him.
"You didn't even take a shower....brush your teeth or get out of bed all day" he pointed out.
"Who gives a fuck? Night Cal" I said kissing his cheek. He let out a long sigh and put the lap top on my table.
"Good night Em" he said.
Oh, so we're on a nick name basis now? Nice.
*2 days later*
"I knew it" I yelled.
"Stop and go get me some soup" he murmured.
Guess who's sick? Calum. Guess who's gonna be his babysitter? Me. God damn it. Whenever Calum gets sick he's always really whiny. He's never been sick when we're at home. It was only when he went on tour, so this is new.
I went downstairs and got him a bowl of soup and some medicine. Just like he did with me. I went upstairs and put it on his table. "Feed me" he whined.
I rolled my eyes and fed him a spoonful of the chicken noodle soup. He got done with that and now it was time for him to drink his medicine. "Drink it" I yelled.
"But it tastes gross" he yelled back.
"It will make you feel better" I told him.
"I'd rather be sick than drink shit" he murmured.
"Calum" I said sternly.
"What" he whined.
"You're like what? 50? Drink your damn medicine" I explained to him.
"50? I'm a year older than you" he yelled.
"A year my ass," I muttered.
"EMILY" he yelled.
"Drink it" I said to him.
"Can we have sex afterwards" he smirked.
"NO" I yelled. He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth. He quickly spit out the medicine back into the cup. "What the fuck was that?"
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