5sos Shorts

"Drunk" c.h.

Calum flicked the light off in his living room and hit the power button on the television remote. One of the Bourne Identity movies flashed onto the screen. Calum smirked and grabbed the popcorn he'd made earlier from the counter and flopped down in the arm chair. It was looking like a Saturday night in for the dark haired man, and he was one hundred percent on board.

About half an hour into the movie, his phone started going off. It was in his bedroom, so he made a conscious decision to ignore it. After several rings, the phone stopped making noise. Not two minutes later, the sound came blaring back to life. Calum groaned. Television already cut so much from movies as it was, now he'd have to miss even more to go find his phone.

"God damn it." Calum cursed, throwing his remote on the floor and setting his popcorn beside the arm chair. He padded down the hall and flung the door to his room open, spotting the illuminated screen face up on his bed. He snatched it up and and hit answer.

"Hello?" He spoke irritably.

"Callie?" Callie? Nobody had ever called Calum 'Callie' in his entire life.

"Wrong number." He grunted before hanging up. He threw the phone on his bed once more and started to walk back to his living room when it began ringing again. He sighed and rolled his eyes, but picked up the phone and answered again.

"What?" He snapped.

"Callie, I need help." It was a girl on the other line, and she sounded really out of it.

"You've got the wrong number. This is Calum." He informed her.

"Calum?" She repeated. "Front of the library. Help." She slurred, making just enough sense for Calum to get the message. Calum put the phone to his thigh and cursed before raising it up again.

"I'll be right there. Don't move." He spoke firmly. "Do you understand?"

"Don't... move." She repeated, quieter than before. Calum hung up and cursed again, but jogged to the kitchen and picked up his keys off the counter before leaving, locking the door to his apartment behind him.

"Fuck." He groaned, starting his car and resting his forehead against the steering wheel briefly. He had a fleeting thought that he probably should have asked who was on the other line, but figured if he didn't recognize her voice then he probably wouldn't have been able to put a face to a name anyways.

The library was about a ten minute drive from his apartment, but Calum made it there in five. He sincerely hoped that the girl hadn't moved. She'd sounded completely wasted over the phone. He parked in the parking lot of the library and got out of the car. He walked up the steps to the library but didn't see anybody there. He cursed again and looked around. He caught a glimpse of a figure stumbling down the sidewalk

"Dammit!" He growled, sprinting across the grass and screeching to a stop when he'd reached her.

"Callie?" She turned to face him with her big, dark brown eyes, looking inquisitive.

"No. Not Callie." Calum asserted, rolling his eyes. He'd never seen the girl before, how had she gotten his number?

"What are you doing?" Calum asked her.

"I'm gonna wait for the bus! Gotta get home!" She slurred with a big smile on her face, then it contorted into a new expression and she threw up all over the ground right near his shoes. Calum jumped away from the vomit and threw more curses into the wind.

"What's your name?" Calum asked, trying to keep himself calm.

"Darcyyyyyy." She half sang, half hummed.