Calum's POV
For some reason tonight I wasn't able to get drunk enough, I wasn't able to forget my memories or feelings for Shay and I hated it. The loud music pumped inside my head as I grinned up against Courtney and some other flings I can't remember. This was the fifth club we had been to and definitely not our last.
"Baby I'm thirsty get me a drink" Courtney whined as she grinned further into me. Reluctantly pulling away I walked towards the bar and ended up with much more then just a drink.
"Shay!, shay!" I called out over the music as I came across this completely beautiful yet wasted specimen.
"Well speak of the devil" she smirked laughing evilly before pushing me to the side and continuing towards the dance floor.What is she doing here, is she with another man?, is it Ian? My mined reeled with disgusting thoughts of jealousy. Shay was mine and nothing touches whats mine because I'm Calum Fucking Hood. Tearing away from my thoughts I went to look for her hoping to god she wasn't grinding up against another man. A man that wasn't me!
Well of course she was, she's a slut and at a club intoxicated with alcohol no less. I stormed towards her and the piece of scum attached to her hips, people clearing the way as the anger radiated off me in waves. I'm glad they knew better than to fuck with an any Calum Hood because frankly I didn't feel like hurting or killing anyone tonight.
"Shay, your drunk lets get home" I growled, a lot less angry than I was before. Those puppy dog eyes she gave me filled with confusion and innocence, hit me right in the heart.
"Why do you call Courtney Baby girl and me only Shay? is it because you hate me that much or do I just disgust you?" the words flew out of her mouth and she gasped drunkenly after saying them before giggling cutely.
Rage filled me for some unknown reason when I heard her mention me hating her or thinking she is disgusting. I tried to stay calm at least until we exited the club but when the crisp air hit my face I lost all chill.
" You will never know how I feel about you, or how much I feel for you!" I yelled slamming her against the wall. It seemed we ended up in this position more than once since our first encounter, not that I'm complaining I rather like having her up against the wall
"Why won't I ever know, huh are you to chicken to tell me how you feel" she yelled back at me her liquor scented breathe hitting my nose. Am I to chicken to tell her how I feel or even confess to myself how I feel about her
"Because then we would have something in common because I'm too chicken to tell you how I feel" She whispered the last bit and her words hit me like a brick, did she really have feelings for me.
"For me?" I whispered wanting to clarify her drunken words as confusion had been coursing through me since this conversation started.
"Yes you idiot, do you know how much I would love to love or even like Ian the way I do you" She laughed manically as though the irony was hilarious.
"Let's get you home your drunker than I thought" I mumbled under my breathe letting my hand touch the small of her back and guide her to my new jeep.
When we arrived back at the hotel she had fallen asleep and was now silently resting against the window. Not wanting to wake her I slipped my hands underneath her legs and back and made my way towards the elevator. The lights in her room where off and I presumed Holly would be sleeping with Ashton tonight seeing as their sickly sweet relationship was going well. Laying her gently in the bed I tucked her in and went to leave only to be stopped by her soft little hand grabbing at my shirt and pulling me back to the bed.
"Don't you dare fucking leave Hood" She whispered tiredly her eyes still closed but her voice held a sort of fierceness in it.
"Don't worry I won't go anywhere baby girl" I laughed to myself, climbing in bed beside her but trying to keep a respectable distance. That didn't last long though as she was soon cuddle up to me and my arms instantly went around her fetus positioned body.
"So you don't hate me or find me that disgusting" she whispered her tone happy and as though the world had been lifted from her shoulders.
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Little anxiety
Teen FictionFour girls each one of them completely different. Four dreams each one of them the same. Music is their life and always had been. Their band Little Anxiety kicks off and Hi-Hey records label notice but so does a certain boy band from Australia...