My Heart

11. My Issues

"Well, I'm in that band" he finished, now smiling.

"What? Are you?" I exclaimed, not knowing if it was true or not.

"Yep" he proudly answered. I didn't really believe him, until he showed me pictures of pretty much everything they had been doing lately. I looked back up at him, and I finally connected the dots. Seriously?

"Holy shit, this is mad!" I smiled slightly stated. "Why didn't I see this before?" I laughed at myself, hoping he wouldn't be mad at me. Then I started thinking again.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I then asked, a bit more serious than before.

"I know I should have" he sighed, but wanted to continue. "It's just that I haven't met a girl who don't like me for me, but only for my money, in a while. When I understood that you didn't know who I was, I kept quiet about it until I knew you loved me for me, not the famousness," he explained, and I got it.

"Yeah, I get that. I'm sorry about those girls. All I can say now is that I really don't care about the fact that you're famous. If anything, it would just be negative. I really, truly, love your sweet, cute, adorable human being, Calum Thomas Hood" I told him, trying to make him relax.

"Thank you! I really appreciate that! I honestly don't know what I'd do if this wasn't the case, because you, Camila is the person I love the most on this earth. Not even my family comes before you!" he told me.

"I love you to the bottom of my heart," he added, before leaning in to kiss me.

"Now, are you ready to face the world?" he smiled and got up. "There will be people watching us, taking photos, and stopping us, but there's nothing for you to worry about" he assured me, and I took his hand with a huge smile.

I went around thinking about the fact that Calum was famous, like, really famous, and I didn't know it. There were people yelling at him, talking to him and wanting pictures with him all the time. I concluded that I didn't know because we hadn't been out much, and when we did, we'd be quick. I did not care much about the faces of my favourite artist either, unfortunately. I felt bad for not knowing anything, but then again, Calum preferred it that way.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked me when he finished with probably the thirtieth girl that wanted a picture. He placed his arm around my shoulders carefully, where it fit perfect, and walked me away from them.

"You. Us" I answered, making him continue the questions.

"What about us?"

"Just. Everything I guess. How we got to know each other. How things have turned out. How things will be in the future" I explained.

"I know that things between us will be perfect. Even our children will be of upper perfection. They will definitely be made with perfection, that's for sure," he winked at me, and I blushed. He loved being a cheesy little guy, didn't he?

The next morning, I woke up early. I didn't feel well, but the sight of a sleeping Calum right next to me made things a bit better. I got out of bed, feeling a tight pain in my chest once I got to my feet.

"Where are you going?" Calum mumbled and opened his eyes. "Shit, Mila, it's only five thirty, for gods sake," he complained. I laughed when he closed his eyes and laid back down.

"Sleep Calum, I'm just going to the bathroom," I assured him, but I was lying. Something was seriously wrong with me, and I had a huge problem, because I hadn't told Calum about my issues yet. I cursed so many times in my head before I managed to get out of the room. Once the door was closed, I let the first couple of tears fall. I went to mum and dad's room, to find them sleeping tightly. The last thing I wanted was to wake them up, but I knew I had to. I went over to mum's side and begged for her to wake up.