Suicide Hotline ▶ Calum Hood [complete]

eleven ☎︎ suicide hotline

"wait, so where are we even going?" calum asked winnie, feeling confused as they walked along the pavements to the subway station.

winnie wanted to take calum somewhere as a nice surprise, but all calum was doing was complaining that his feet hurt.

"somewhere, calum. i swear, if you ask me again, i'm going to chuck you off of the statue of liberty." winnie laughed at her own threat as she stepped back to be in line with calum, tangling her hands with his own.

winnie had never shown anyone this place – for it was where she went when she needed some alone time or just wanted to think about the world. and you may think, "but she works for a suicide hotline?"

well winnie was like calum. depressed, teased, bullied and definitely not happy.

but when she had found calum from that one call, she knew she had found her second happy place. so she wanted to show him her first.

"come on cal! it's not that far after we get to the train station." winnie laughed at calum's groan that followed after her sentence and he started jogging.

winnie was surprised and almost fell flat on her face, but ran anyway.

then she felt two hands wrap around her waist and pick her up, spinning her in the air. this was a cliche moment, but it was all calum could think of.

once cal put her down, they looked at eachother. not with any emotion, but they felt the passion and the love that they felt for eachother.

and yes, it had only been a few days. but love is weird. it comes at different days and different times - just like an unorganised monthly. if you catch my drift.

"i really, really like you, calum." winnie said, admitting something she thought she would keep a secret.

calum was taken aback. for the first time in forever (comment let it go and i'll fight u) he felt loved. and by the girl he loved? he was on cloud nine.

"calum?" winnie said, poking his cheek.

"oh, uh, yeah. sorry." calum blushed with a smile as he looked to the ground.

winnie brought their hands together as they stood face to face in the middle of the underground.

"i," calum choked. he wanted to cry – tears of joy – and just hug the living life out of her. she meant so much to calum, and vice versa.

calum let one tear slip and he wiped it away as he took a deep breath and composed himself. he wanted to be strong for winifred thomas as well as himself.

winnie smiled at him, wiping the place where the tear had fell. "you're beautiful even if you're crying, calum."

"aren't i supposed to say that to you?" calum laughed, pressing their foreheads against each other.

"well technically... yes. but, we are both equal here." winnie said, chuckling along with her sentence.

calum laughed again, shaking his head as he grinned one of the biggest grins he had ever had.

"and i like you too, winnie. nothing less. you've made me the happiest i've been in the small span of time we've known each other. you laugh at me whether i'm holding a newspaper the wrong way or my face is being ugly when i'm sleeping. either way you treat me like a prince and i can only hope i can treat you like the queen you really are. i love you, winnie." he breathed, feeling his shoulders rise at the lack of tension.

"okay, i appreciate that calum, but shouldn't we save the sappy words for our vows?" winnie asked in a serious tone.

calum felt his eyes widen at the word vows and he immediately began to think about marriage.