Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Jealously (C.H)

"No!" I screamed, throwing my hands up in defeat.

I stomped into the kitchen and he followed, his feet stomping in time with mine.

"We can't keep having the same argument all the time Calum," I sighed, exhausted.

My hands gripped the counter and I tried to calm my breathing.

"You didn't tell me. You went out with him and didn't tell me," he seethed.

I span around to him, feeling my blood pumping and my skin heating with fury.

"I shouldn't have to for gods sake! He's my friend Calum, my friend," I shouted, my hands balling into fists at my side.

"He wants you! How can't you fucking see that?! I don't want you seeing him again Y/N, I mean it," he snarled, pointing an angry finger at me.

"You can't tell me what to do!" I screamed, seeing red.

"You're my fucking girlfriend Y/N! I can tell you whatever the fuck I want!" he yelled.

His face was red and he leaned towards me, his body towering over mine.

Seeing him so determined to try and tell me what to do was making me even angrier.

I shoved at his chest and he stumbled ever so slightly.

His eyes flared, the fire behind them sparking and he growled.

"You're being ridiculous as usual," I snapped. "I'm so sick of this Calum! You're treating me like property, like a goddamn possession."

He leaned in closer to me, his face inches from mine and his jaw was clenched.

"That's because you are mine. You. Belong. To. Me," he seethed.

He stood up tall, smirking and crossing his arms over his chest.

I stared at him in disbelief, as he stood on the other side of the room looking extremely proud of himself.

I snapped, something inside me snapped, breaking and bringing out a side to me I didn't know existed.

I picked up a glass vase from the kitchen table and threw it.

I screamed, throwing the vase at him and he ducked.

It hit the wall behind his head, smashing and all the pieces fell to the floor around him.

He covered his head with his arms, ducking and a gasp escaped his tight lips.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" he roared.

"I'm done with this Calum!" I shouted. "Done with all this shitty drama, done with you."

His eyes popped wide and he glared at me in confusion.

"What does that mean?" he muttered.

"It means I want you to get out. Take your things and leave. I want you to leave," I told him, my voice stronger than I felt.

Inside was a whirlwind of emotions, stemming from anger to heartbreak.

He stared at me in disbelief for a split second then strode over to me.

Without hesitation, he crouched and grabbed my legs, flinging me over his shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed.

"Taking what's mine and leaving, like you asked," he shrugged, nonchalantly.

He strode out of the house, his hands gripping my legs.

"Put me down! Right now!" I shouted, slapping at his back.

"Not until we're in the car," he said.

"Calum!" I shouted.

"Are you done being crazy and mad?" he asked.

"You're fucking crazy!" I scoffed.

He chuckled, his body shaking.

We reached the car and he placed me down gently on my feet.

He stood before me, blocking me in against the car.

"Yeah, I'm crazy about you," he said softly, his voice calm and so full of love.

He gently touched my cheek, with a feather light touch and traced a line down my face.

"And I'm scared Y/N. I get scared I'm going to lose the most important and special person in my life," he admitted with a frown.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you're always so happy with other people. And I worry that you'll realise they make you happier than I ever could and you'll leave me. And I don't think I'll be able to live without you," he rushed, taking a breath at the end.

"Calum," I whispered, touching his cheek.

"I don't mean to be so angry all the time. I just get scared and I miss you like crazy when I'm on tour. And then I see all these pictures of you hanging out with other people, other guys -"

I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off.

"Don't, alright. I know what you're going to say, that they're just your friends. And I know that baby, I know that," he explained.

He pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes staring into mine and he smiled sadly.

His hands cupped my cheeks and he took a deep breath.

"I know they're just your friends but I just hate seeing other guys making you smile. I hate knowing other boys can make you smile and laugh, that they can see and hear that smile and laugh when I can't. I don't share Y/N. I hate sharing. You're mine," he added with a growl.

"I know you don't like me calling you 'mine', you don't like feeling like a possession. But baby, that's just how I am. You're mine now, my girl, my baby, my love. My whole world! I want you for the rest of my life, I want us," he proclaimed.

I smiled up at him, pressing our lips together and he hummed in content.

"I love you Calum," I sighed. "And I always will. Please, please baby don't worry about losing me because you never will. They're my friends, and yeah they make me smile, they make me laugh. But nobody makes me smile as much as you do. When I'm out with them, I spend most of my time checking my phone for texts from you, or looking through pictures of us."

He grinned, clearly happy with what I was admitting.

"I even, I don't even know why I'm admitting this..."

I laughed awkwardly and glanced down at my feet.

"I even stalk your Twitter and Instagram to see what you're doing, who you're with, to see if you're happy."

Admitting that to him felt odd.

I'd promised myself never to tell him that but after hearing how he worried when I wasn't with him, I wondered if telling him would be good for him.

"You do?" he asked, clearly surprised.

I peaked up at him under my lashes and saw he was looking above my head.

I nodded and his grin became bigger.

"That makes me so fucking happy," he gushed.

"Really?" I asked, unsure. "You don't think it's weird?"

"Not all all," he said with such clarity.

His hands snaked around my waist and he pulled me closer to his body.

"Can we go back inside now and just forget this whole thing?" he begged.

"Yeah, I'd like that," I agreed with a nod.

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