the photographer [c.h.]

thirteen

"Stop," I laughed as Leah kept throwing grapes at me. I chucked one back, hitting her square in the forehead, and she just giggled.

"Hey, babe." I faked throwing up as Ashton gave Leah a kiss and she flicked me off. "What are you guys doing?"

"She's murdering me with grapes." I answered with a straight face and Ashton cocked an eyebrow before I burst into giggles.

"You guys are so weird." He laughed and Leah smacked his arm.

"I'm not the one who eats that Vegemite shit." She retaliated and Ashton let out a 'hey.'

"Weird Americans." Ashton mumbled and I laughed, squealing when someone grabbed me from behind.

"Hey," I turned my head to see Calum.

He gave me a kiss and I smiled a little as he sat down, slinging an arm across my shoulders. Leah made smooching noises and I threw a strawberry at her face. Calum pulled his arm off of me and grabbed a plate with berries. He sat a hand on my knee under the table and I gasped a little when his hand trailed up my leg.

He kept on a conversation with Ashton, not even fazed by what he was doing. His hand rested on my upper thigh, covered by my ripped tights and jean shorts. I gripped his forearm, digging my nails into the tattooed skin, and he just shot me a smirk.

"Quit," I muttered when Ashton and Leah went into their own conversation.

"What are you talking about?" Calum asked, innocently and I glared at him when his fingers tugged at the button on my shorts.

He got it undone and my breathing became more shallow when he slipped a hand into my shorts. Leah quirked an eyebrow when I gasped. I shook my head and Calum smirked, running a finger up and down my folds. I held onto the edge of my chair when he slowly pushed a finger into me. I bit my lip and took a bite of my sandwich, trying not to get too worked up.

Calum didn't even look at me when he added another finger, pushing in and out, and I tried to concentrate on what Leah was telling me. I held back a moan as he brought me to the brink, only to pull his hand out. That fucker. I discretely buttoned my shorts and stood up, grabbing Calum's arm.

"We'll be back."

I drug him to his dressing room and locked the door behind us. He had me up against the wall in record time and his shirt was already on the floor. He pulled back to yank my shirt off and we stumbled over to the leather couch.

"You think you are so fucking funny, don't you?" I said and he just smirked, tugging my shorts off.

"I like to think i'm pretty hilarious, babe."

I rolled my eyes and strained my neck to kiss him again. Calum helped me get his skinny jeans off he fumbled with my bra. He finally got it off and attached his lips to the side of my neck. I moaned a little and ran my fingers through his hair when he trailed a hand to my core. Calum smirked against my skin and was about to pull my underwear off when someone knocked on the door.

"Cal, we gotta get to the stage." Calum groaned and hung his head on my collar bones, looking up at me with a pout.

"I swear, we will finish this one day." He promised and climbed off of me, handing me my bra.

I began getting dressed and laughed a little at how pouty he was being. I pulled on my shorts and tugged on my black t-shirt. Calum yanked on his pants and shirt, stepping into his Converse. I got up from the couch and gave him a quick kiss, grabbing his hand. Calum and I walked to the underneath part of the stage and Michael snickered at us. Calum's eyes widened and he pointed to my neck. I reached up and winced. Shit. I slapped his arm and he just laughed.

"I'll be in your room after the show." Calum said quietly to me and I nodded, biting my lip.

The boys went to the stage and I went out front, trying not to get nervous. For the past month, Calum and I have barely gotten to do anything. Every time we're alone, someone or something interrupts. To say I was getting worked up was an understatement. I knew Calum was frustrated too. It showed when he was on stage by the way he looked at me.

The boys ran out so I shook the thoughts from my head, getting my camera ready. I caught Calum's eye and he smirked before reaching up as if he had an itch. He made his fingers into a V shape on his mouth and stuck his tongue out before quickly getting back to singing. I felt my mouth fall open and I recovered, smirking to myself. Two can play at this game.

I leaned up against the railing and found a pole sticking up. A thought popped into my mind and I smirked, making sure Calum was watching me. I wrapped my hand around the pole and moved it up and down, not breaking eye contact.

"Fuck," He swore, turning red as he realized he had a microphone.

I giggled to myself at how flustered he got and continued taking pictures. I talked to a couple fans and went along with my business, nerves coursing through me. Before the concert could end, I left the venue and made my way across the street to the hotel. I got to my room and began getting myself ready. I touched up my makeup and brushed through my hair, taking a deep breath. I double checked to make sure everything was smooth and suddenly there was a knock on the door.

I swung it open and lips were immediately on mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into the room. Calum shut the door behind us and spun us around, pushing me up against the wood. He pressed his body against mine and I moaned into his mouth when he grabbed my butt.

"If anyone knocks on the door, I'm going to fucking kill them." Calum muttered against my lips and I laughed a little, slipping my hands up his t-shirt, feeling his damp skin.

"I agree."