Sorry for the short chapter guys! Hope you enjoy and there will be more frequent updates coming hopefully! xoxo - A
It's almost 12:00am and Ashton still isn't here.
He said he would come back around 9:00pm. We have a plane to catch in the morning, he has to be back sometime soon. He's out with the boys doing god knows what. I shouldn't be worried but I can't help it.
I need a hot shower, or a bath or something...
Mm... A bath... Yes, that'll be good.
I tell Grace I'm going to bathe and she says she's going to call her parents, so she steps outside our hotel room and ventures down to the lobby. I shut the bathroom door and undress.
The running water is nice and hot. The bathtub is big and in the shape of an oval, it's fancy. I take a small bottle of bubble bath and empty the whole thing in the tub. I slowly climb in.
I sit in beautiful silence for about 20 minutes when I hear the front door open. I assume it's just Grace so I continue to relax.
Then, I hear more than one voice.
Luke and Grace, maybe?
I shut off the water and listen more intently. I hear deep chuckles and shushing.
What the hell?
"Grace?" I holler softly, waiting for a response as I pull my knees to my chest.
I hear laughing and then "Eve?" In an obnoxious tone.
"Calum?" I say and frown. What is he doing here?
"Hey," I hear a laugh, "I think she's in the tub."
"We need to go, Calum, Ashton is waiting."
"Fuck Ashton,"
Okay, what the hell is going on...
"Calum, Michael?" I ask getting up. "Is that you guys? What're you doing here." I start to step out and put on my towel. I throw my damp hair up and slightly crack open the door.
Woah.
They're fucking waisted.
Calum's eyes are bloodshot red and he has a bottle of some kind of alcoholic beverage in his hand. Michael looks tired but Calum looks like he could go another 10 days drinking.
"Evelyn!" Calum greets me smiling, I frown.
"C'monnnn Cal... Let's goooo..." Mikey whines.
"Yea, yea," Calum looks me up and down and I close the door a little more. "You go ahead. I'll catch up."
Mikey throws his hands up and walks out of the door, shutting it behind him.
"We just came by to um," Calum bites his lip. "To get some more cash. We spent our pocket money on booze," He laughs hard.
"Okay," I say softly. "Well you better get going..."
Please leave, Calum.
"Yea," He stands still. "You look good."
Shit, Calum, don't do this.
"I'm sure the guys are waiting for you..."
I should really shut this door.
"They can wait," He takes a step towards me.
Why is he acting like this? I mean, I know he's drunk, obviously... And this morning he was a little funny but- I thought that was just me...
I take a step back into the bathroom. My clothes are scattered on the floor. I hang on tight to my towel.
"Were you taking a bath?" He asks and before I know it he's in the bathroom with me.
"Yes, Calum now- Can you please, leave." I ask finally.
"You want me to go?" He asks only closing the gap between us.
"Yes, please."
His hand slithers on my waist on top of the soft fabric of my towel. I push his hand away.
"Calum, you're plastered. You need to go to bed or something-"
"I'll go to bed if you come with me." I wanna say he doesn't sound like himself but to be honest it sounds like he's just saying everything he thinks when he's around me. Calum; unfiltered.
"No. Calum leave. Now."
"Kiss me, Evelyn." Both of his hands grab my waist.
Dammit.
Fucking shit.
"Calum stop!" I push him away.
"C'mon, c'mere." He pulls me towards him and tries to slither his hand up under my towel.
"Calum!" I screech, "Get the fuck off!" I push him as hard as I can away from me.
Where the fuck is ashton?
Probably just as fucking waisted.
"Don't you dare try and tell me you don't want me, Evelyn, you can't hide the sexual tension between us." His breath is intoxicating.
"Stop it, Calum!" I push his chest but he's much stronger than he looks.
"Take it off," He's pulling at my towel.
Then, suddenly, he's off of me.
I hold my towel that almost falls to the floor as I watch Grace drag Calum out by his hair.
Holy fuck.
Cursing and yelling, she forces him out of the room. "Get the fuck out of here, you whiney, little bitch." She growls, and once he's out she rushes to me and opens her arms.
"Oh my god," She says softly in my ear. "What the fuck is wrong with him?" She asks. "What happen?"
"He's drunk," I wanna cry. "Where's Ashton?" I ask.
"Passed out in his room. They were gonna try and go out again but Luke and I convinced them to stay. We couldn't find Calum and then I heard you yell."
I sigh shakily and squeeze her.
"Lets get you in bed," She sighs and collects me some pajamas.
I put on my clothes and walk over to Grace's bed where she sits watching crap television.
I climb in bed next to her and lay on my stomach, I wrap my arm around her waist and close my eyes.
"Should I wake Ashton up?" I ask her quietly.
I really need him right now.
Grace shakes her head.
"No, he was really fucked up when he came in. He won't be any help to you." She brushes my hair back and I sigh.
"I'm going to go to sleep now." I say and she nods. "Okay baby." She says and I fall asleep on her.
