Winter break /c.h\

Chapter 13

(AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. Also, Smut warning.  Love you guys)

Calum woke up before me and got up, shifting the whole bed and earned a groan from me.
"Sorry babe" he apologized "you want some breakfast?"
"Yeah" I answered, wiping my eyes
"Okay"
"Can I help make it?"
"If you want" I pushed myself out of bed and the fabric of Calum's shirt fell at mid-thigh, I walked to the kitchen, to see him standing in front of the fridge, in nothing but his black boxers "So what happened last night? What did you do when I was gone?" He asked, as I slumped against the counter, resting on my elbows
"Nothing really"
"Oh really? Your dances moves were looking pretty sweet when I got home" he laughed, grabbing the milk and setting it on the counter.
"You remember that? You were pretty out of it when you came home"
"Yeah. I remember. I remember you being super sweet to me too" he kissed my nose, then reached over my head, sliding his hand into the cabinet and pulled out a box of pancake mix.
He started mixing the ingredients into a bowl, not paying attention to me anymore, but I was paying attention to him. I watched his bicep muscles flexing every time he turned the spoon. His tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth, signifying that he was focused. His back was hunched and his free hand, had a tight grip on the side of the bowl.
"Take a picture. It'll last longer" he laughed, not losing focus on his batter.
"Sorry" I giggled, jumping up to sit on the cold countertop
"I thought you were going to help me" he turned his attention to me and turned on the flame, underneath a pan.
"I changed my mind. I like watching you"
"Then.." He walked towards me, standing in between my knees and pulling me to the edge of the counter "I hope you're enjoying the show" he cocked an eyebrow.
"I am" I copied his facial expression
"Good. I try" I draped my arms around his neck, grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him into a kiss, trying to make it heated fast "Stop that" he quickly pulled out of my read
"Why?" I asked, thinking I did something wrong or hurt him "What did I do?"
"Nothing. Well I mean you did. I just can't  have a boner right now. I'm too hungry" he laughed, his bluntness causing heat to rise to my cheeks, and I pulled him back in, placing a soft kiss on his jawline, before letting him go back over to the hot pan. He groaned and poured some batter into the pan, hearing it sizzle and mimicking the sound with his mouth, with a smirk forming on his lips.
"You're such a dork" he scoffed, playfully and went back to carefully watching the pancake cook
"Get me a plate" I hopped off the counter and grabbed three plates out of the under cabinet, placing them next to the stove
"Here" I dragged my hand across his skin, right above his waistband and stood behind him, wrapping my arms around him.
"Grace. I love you. You know I do. But I'm going to end up burning these if you don't stop the teasing." He said sternly, taking the first cake out of the pan and plopping it on the plate.
"I'm not doing anything" I giggled innocently, starting to rub circles with my thumb. His body tensed and he stopped what he was doing. He turned around quickly and picked me up, carrying me back to my original spot on the counter, and put my back there
"Stay here" he demanded and went back to his pan.
He finished our food, while I sat on the counter frustrated, but still watching him. He grabbed the syrup along with our two plates and sat down at the table, then looked at me "Are you gonna join me? Or are just going to sit there?" I rolled my eyes and jumped off the counter, trudging to the table, and flopping on the chair hard to get my point across. He looked up slightly, then looked back down at his plate, ignoring my pouting. I angrily started eating, purposely huffing every once in a while, hoping he'd get the hint. I finished before him, cleaned up my plate and stomped to my room. Hopefully he'd get the hint, this time, and follow me. I heard the hurried sound of plates being thrown into the sink and footsteps coming towards the room.
"Babe?" His voice was quiet, as he peeked his head
"What?" I snapped
"Chill with the attitude missy" his voice turned hard fast
"Whatever"
"Grace really?"
"Yeah"
"Stop that"
"Make me" that was the final thing I needed to say to make him jump at me. He attached our lips and hungrily kissed me, letting his hands roam free over my body, pushing the material of his shirt up over my stomach.
"Is this what you wanted?" He smirked, kissing his way up my body, starting at the top of my waistband.
"Yes" I hissed, grabbing at his hair again.
"Calum!" A yell rang through the house, obviously one of the boys had come over unannounced
"Shit" Calum stopped and grabbed some pants from the dresser, quickly pulling them over his legs and moving towards the door "We're not done" he informed me and left me laying in the bed. I threw my head back into the mattress and felt like screaming, hoping that it wasn't too late to take away all of the boys keys to my house.
I got up and decided to go tease Calum some more, not bothering to put on pants. As I neared the living room I could hear Michael's voice.
"She's mad at me for no reason" he said, waving his hands "Not that I'm complaining"
"What?" I interrupted
"Grace" he hurried over to me "did you say something to Charlotte about the gig?"
"Yeah"
"Did she seem upset that I didn't invite her?"
"Sort of"
"Thank you" he tossed his arms around me, engulfing me in a hug
"What?" I was taken off guard and pushed him back a little
"She was driving me crazy and she's finally leaving me alone"
"You couldn't just tell her to leave you alone?"
"No that'd be mean" he shrugged
"So now I'm the bad guy"
"Not really. You're the good guy because you saved me from her. She wouldn't leave me alone. She wanted to be attached at the hip. I mean she was nice, but not Michael Clifford material. I didn't want to date her"
"Oh. Well then I guess you're welcome"
"Yes, thank you" he hugged me again "so Calum, you'll be at rehearsal again tonight, right?"
"Sure" he disregarded my eyes, which were boring holes into the side of his was "I'll be there" I scoffed silently and watched Mikey walk towards the door.
"Okay. See you guys later" he waved and left
"Okay" Calum turned towards me, starting to undo his pants "let's continue what we started"
"No. It's okay" I walked towards the room again, leaving him standing, shocked in the living room
"What do you mean, "it's okay" you're the one that started this" he came after me again, seeing me sitting at the top of our bed, scrolling through my phone
"It's okay. It's whatever" I shrugged
"Wait, what happened?"
"Nothing"
"Is it because I'm going out with Mikey again?"
"Sort of. I kind of wanted to spend today with you"
"Oh. Well i could cancel with him"
"No. Go. It's whatever"
"Do you want to come with?" That question made me look up from my phone
"Do you think he'd care?"
"No. It's Mikey we're talking about here. He doesn't care about anything"
"Well then yeah. I'll go. Just to ward off your groupies" I laughed
"Grace please" he rolled his eyes "It's band practice. There aren't any groupies. Only if you count Sam as a groupie"
"Who's Sam?"
"She's Danny's girlfriend"
"Danny?" It sounded familiar, but I couldn't put a name to a face
"He's the drummer. Brown hair, thick, circular glasses"
"Ohhhhhh. Okay gotcha. He was cool."
"So is Sam. You guys will probably be friends" he laughed "Shes needy too"
"Not funny" I rolled my eyes
"Very true though" he shrugged, chuckling a little
"Whatever"
"I'm kiddinggg" he came over to the bed, pulling my chin up with his forefinger and placed a kiss on my lips " You're not needy. You're adorably lovable"
"Why thank you. So are you" I laughed
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As I got ready, a whole bunch of thoughts were running through my mind. At Mikey's gif there wasn't much time to really think about what his band members though of me, but now that I was going to be there for a good amount of time, I wanted them to like me.
I lossy curled my hair and put on some eyeliner, trying not to smudge it too far. I pulled on a Guns N' Roses crop top, pulling a red and black flannel over it and pairing it with a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans and all black Converse. If I hadn't sounded conceded saying it out loud, I would have said I looked hot, but Calum did that for me
"Goddamnnn babygirl" he cooed, whistling like he was in a clichè movie.
"Who's the lucky guy you're trying to impress tonight?"
"Shut up" I laughed, pushing his chest
"You look too hot to be my girlfriend. None of the guys are going to believe me"
"Oh shut up. You looked hot too" he had on his Nirvana baseball tee, with jeans tighter than mine and some Vans. His hair was pushed off of his forehead, giving me the opportunity to look at his puppy dog eyes.
"I guess we should go then"
We pulled up in front of, what I was guessing was, their studio. It was just a small, brightly lit, brick building with a white garage door. Surprisingly the inside was bigger than it seemed, making me feel better about the situation. Right away I spotted the only other girl in the room, draped around a tall curly headed boy, who was twirling a drum stick. Her hair was dark, matching the color of her eyes and she was tiny compared to his stature , but she was super pretty. Her shirt came up just below her boobs, showing off her perfect body, making me feel self conscience about my basic cut off tee.
"Oh my god.." She squealed a little when she saw us "Calum I didn't know you were bringing Grace!" I took me back, knowing that she knew about me, but I smiled at her as she made her way to us. "It's so nice to meet you" she stuck out her small hand and I took it into mine, giving it a little shake. "You're prettier then he and Mikey described." I felt the heat rising to my cheeks. She was definitely  straight forward, and that was intimidating. I smiled and waved at all of the boys, before kissing Calum and being pulled to a table on the side of the room with Sam.
She started talking and it was hard to follow because of the extra instrumental sounds on the opposite end of the room, but I did my best to answer in a cool fashion. I wanted her to like me, so that I'd have more of a reason to come to these. We talked practically the whole night, until the boys actually started playing, then we paid attention to them and after that, it was time to go. I hugged her and Mikey and waved to the rest of the guys.
"So what did you think? Are you and Sam friends now?"
"Yes she's awesome"
"And the band?"
"Amazing"
"Good. Now I have an excuse to bring you to all of our practices"