How Did We End Up Here?//Dylan O'Brien + Calum Hood

Chapter 4- Broken Hearted

Calum's POV

I grabbed my keys and slammed the door shut. I needed a night out, all of this girlfriend drama had been driving me nuts. All of the press and paparazzi and speculation was winding me up and I just needed to forget about it. I bounced down the windy set of stairs down to the street. Everything was quiet except for this one small sound, I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was but it sounded human. I turned the corner slowly, clenching my fists. If this was a robber they were dead. I was shocked to see at the bottom of the stairs, a girl huddled up, sobbing. She looked like the one from next door... Heather. I tiptoed slowly towards her, "Um...are you...ok...?" I stuttered, crouching down beside her. The only reply I got was a loud sniffle. I made myself comfortable on the stairs, I wasn't going to let her cry like that even if I did "hate" her.

Heather's POV
*Before Calum arrives*

Eventually the lock turned and the door swung open. "Nick! Nick! It's me!" I called, dumping my jacket on the small table near the door. Nick was my boyfriend, we'd been together for 2 years but lately I'd noticed that something was up. I called him again but he wasn't answering. I peeked into the living room, bathroom and finally the bedroom, where I saw the most horrific thing.

I squealed loudly, I couldn't believe my eyes. There he was, Nick, lying on the bed with some other girl draped over him. My throat dried up, I wanted to be sick, how could he do this. "Heather! I'm...I'm so sorry!" He cried, throwing the girl off of him. "Save it!" I yelled, picking up all of my stuff. "We're over! And don't even try to run after me!" I screamed, bursting into tears. Why did this have to happen now.

When I finally got back to the flat I collapsed on the stairs. Why did everyone I love have to be so horrible. I could hear faint footsteps behind me but I just ignored them, sobbing even louder. They were getting closer and eventually they reached me. "Are...you...ok?" The voice asked. I just sobbed again. I couldn't be bothered with anymore shit. Especially if this person was who I thought it was.

Calum's POV

She lifted her head up, revealing her make up stained face. I smiled "What's wrong?" I asked. She frowned "Why are you helping me? You're supposed to hate me...have you just forgotten about last night?" She croaked, more tears falling down her cheeks. "Did you think I was just going to leave you crying on the stairs huh?" I joked. She cracked a small smile. "So tell me what's up? I won't tell anyone I promise." I whispered, scooching a little closer to her. "My boyfriend...of 2 years...just fucked another slut...o-on the bed I used to s-sleep in!" She rested her head in her hands. " I caught them myself...on the bed..." She trailed off sniffling again. I sighed, all of the memories came flooding back with me and my ex. "I know what you're going through..." I mumbled, staring down at the floor. "Oh you really don't!" She spoke angrily. I carried on with my story, "My girlfriend of 4 years was cheating on me for 2 of the years we were together." She glanced up quickly. "Really," she cocked her head. I nodded slowly. "Oh I'm sorry...I've been a bitch sorry..." She whispered. "It's fine!" I rested my hand on her knee. "You're actually not that much of a bitch after all..." I grinned. "And you're ego isn't as big as I thought it was," she mumbled, her big brown eyes meeting mine. "You're actually alright," she smiled, her face moving closer to mine. "Yeah, you're pretty cool..." I grinned smugly, my face edging closer to hers until our lips touched. We kissed for about 10 seconds before she pulled away quickly, my eyes widened "Wait...what..." I gasped.  "I'm sorry!" She exclaimed. "I can't do this I'm not ready!" She ran quickly up the stairs and into her flat, leaving me alone in a stairway, confused as to what just happened.