fight (Calum)

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You just got home, and Calum wasn't there, as usual. You figured he was at a club, as he was a lot. However, since there was no note or any type of thing to inform you of where he was, or when he would be back, you weren't 100% sure. Maybe he went to the store for something.

You scoffed quietly to yourself at the idea, knowing for a fact that it wasn't even close to the truth. You knew he was at the club, and you had a bad feeling in your gut. He knew that you didn't like it when he stayed out like this, especially without your knowledge. He knew you hated to worry about him, and he knew that no matter how long he stayed out, you'd be up waiting for him to come home, just so you knew he was okay.

Eventually, he came in the door, stumbling a bit and slurring his words. He was drunk. Again.

You sighed as he came up to you. "Calum what the fuck!?" You demanded. Up until tonight, you had tolerated his shit. But tonight you were done. You couldn't handle it anymore. "What?!" He asked. "You left without telling me where you went, stayed out for hours, and you came home drunk. You do that so fucking often, and I'm so sick of it!" You exclaimed.

"God shut up." He rolled his eyes. "No Calum! You need to fucking hear it!" You yelled. "You aren't my babysitter y/n! You don't own me, you don't fuckimg control me!" He argued.

"No but I love you and I want to keep you safe! Because I care!" You told him, tears beginning to form in your eyes. "Well it isn't your job to keep me safe! You're not my mom, you're my girlfriend. I don't have to listen to you!" He yelled. You sighed loudly, rolling your eyes. "Why would I listen to you!? I don't even love you!" He shouted, making you freeze in place before tears started rushing down your face.

"Fine then. I'll leave." You mumbled, running to your guy's room to get some of your stuff together. "FINALLY!" he yelled after you. You quickly got some of your stuff together and went back out to where Calum sat. "Fuck you Calum. I hate you." You literally spat at him before walking out of the house and slamming the door.

-Amber xx

PS sorry for the sadness of it. Whoops.

I love you guys x

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