Calum's POV
"Come in," she muttered. I opened the door and stood in the doorway. She was on her laptop. Then she made eye contact with me. She looked at me with a blank expression.
I went over and sat next to her on her bed."Emily", I sobbed,"I'm so fucking stressed and I don't know what to do."
She wrapped her arms around my body and kissed my cheek.
"It's gonna be okay," she said soothingly.
"The tour a-and Michael. It's all just-"
"Shhhhh," she shushed.
She cupped my cheeks in her hands and moved my head so she could see my face. She wiped a tear off and then brushed some strands of hair back of my forehead.
"Calum, it's gonna be okay," she said.
"No it's-"
"Calum" she said sternly. I rested my head on her shoulder, with her arms still wrapped around me.
To be honest, I never thought I'd be the one in her arms. I never thought, I'd be this lucky.
"Thank you," I said.
"For what" she questioned.
"Caring. Loving me," I told her.
"It's my job...I'm your girlfriend," she teased.
I smiled and kept my head on her shoulder.
The next day I woke up and made sure the twins were fine. I packed up their stuff, since they were going to be picked up today. My aunt came around noon and took them home with her.
Emily sat in the kitchen staring at her phone.
Ashton and Luke walked through the front door.
"What are you-"
"We're sorry," they both said.
"I am too," I told them,"I shouldn't have overreacted, over something so stupid."
Emily's POV
They all did this bro hug thing, then Ashton asked,"Wanna go clubbing?"
"Uhhh, yea. I'm up for it," Calum said.
He looked over at me,"Babe, you wanna come?"
"Uhhhh, sure. I guess," I said.
"Alright, go get dressed and let's go party," Ashton yelled.
Calum's POV
We walked inside the club and saw people drinking, sweaty bodies and just a lot of skin...if you know what I mean....
"Come on Calum, let's go dance," Ashton said.
"Nah, I'm gonna go get a drink first," I said walking over to the bar,"You coming?" I asked Em.
"Uh, I'm gonna go with Ash," she said walking over to him.
I went over to the bar and sat down.
"I'll have a margarita," I told the guy. He nodded and handed me my drink. I sat there looking around at all the girls who wore tons of makeup with barely any clothing. And the guys who just tried hooking up with every girl they saw.
I took a sip of my drink then a girl walked over to me. She had long blonde hair that went down near her stomach. She was wearing dark make up around the eyes. She had on tight clothes and she seemed half sober.
"Vodka," she told the guy aggressively. She sat down next to me and then looked over at me.
"We could do shots together," she said.
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