Bands Before Friends || c.t.h.

Chap 29 - Sing?

Intermission. I waited for someone to give me the next move because I'm pretty sure my current move is to stay put.
I heard some footsteps, more like a jog coming towards me from I can't tell which direction because the loud music kinda temporarily fucked up my hearing.
Thank goodness. Is someone coming to get me? Explain why I'm here? When I can retreat to my seat?
Then someone came running in and passed me just like that. I was about to call for that person but he reversed his steps and we were face to face with each other.
Well, Calum was the one running. I waited for him to be surprised that I'm here but then I was like, Maybe he was the one who set me up. Since the one who picked me up from the crowd were I was assuming, one of his men.
"Sup," he smiled. Before I smiled back, I ironically asked, "What the fuck is going on." He laughed in response, "I need you to do me a favour." He had that mischievous look on his face and body that got me thinking like, "I am not sucking your dick." "That's too bad," he frowned, "but that's also not the point, at least not yet."
I rolled my eyes, how does his flirts never go wrong? Oh right, he's Calum Thomas Hood. "What do you want?"
"I need you to sing," What the fuck. "What the fuck," I projected my thoughts. "Pleaseeee," he begged. "I don't know, Calum," I shied away.
"C'mon Hail," he pouted. "I can't sing," I shrugged. Okay, that's the lamest excuse ever coming from the lamest person ever. "That's the biggest fucking lie ever," he rolled his eyes on me.
"I don't know," I was starting to get this stage fright although I haven't even stepped on the stage. I'm so weird. Calum seemed to notice, so he came in closer to me.
The space between us seemed to decrease each second although nobody was moving.
"Look, there's like some music producers here. I decided if you sang up there, they'll notice you and who knows, the rest is up to you," My heart literally melted. He was doing this because of my future career. I was there, not even saying a word. It seemed rude, but also right.
"You're doing this for my career?" I squeaked as he got closer to me. "No," I slightly frowned at his answer and the fact he was taking small bits of the space between us and coming closer. He was now really close to me, and incredibly tall. "I'm doing this for you," then he kissed me.
He closed the space between us and used his right hand and placed it on my back and pulled me in. His left hand snaked into my hair.
His lips were soft against mine. The sweaty saltiness of his lips washed away any worries I had in life just like the salty waters of the ocean washing away any footsteps off the sandy flooring of the earth.
None of us tore away from each other, not even to breathe. Lucky we had noses, or at least one of us would die lack of oxygen.
The lust I've had ever since I found out he and 5sos existed started to kick in.
"5 minutes Calum!" I surprisingly recognized this voice as Ashton's.
We finally slowly broke irresistible contact. Our forehead rested on each other's. I realized I was actually tiptoeing and my sturdy combat boots was actually making it hard for me to tiptoe this long so I rest my feet back down.
I could feel him smiling. His arms were still around me. We were definitely a hot mess.
"And you said you wouldn't suck my dick," he smirked.