His Girl (Calum Hood)

Chapter 1

I couldn't believe it

The second the lights went down, the crowd went ballistic and my heart dropped.

and then...

there they were.

Right in front of me...

I could reach up and touch them.

My fangirl heart was about to beat out of my chest and it was almost hard to breathe.

A part of my brain had always associated these boys with a computer screen and denied their actual existence...but He was RIGHT there and he is very much a real person.

"L.A how we doin' tonight??" Ash screamed into his mic and the arena erupted into one huge scream."Good! Good! Nice to hear!" he chuckled, the L.A heat already causing his skin to shine under the stage lights. God! his accent was even hotter in person!

"Is it always this fucking hot?!" Michael asked, fanning himself. "Cause i would have appreciated a warning! You dicks let us show up in skinny jeans!" Calum giggled at Michael's complaints, his laugh painfully adorable and my camera trained on nothing but him.

"Well, you're welcome to take yours off anytime you want." Calum smirked, causing the crowd to shriek and a few wolf whistles could be heard.

"Anyway!" Luke jumped in before Malum could go any further, "Tonight We're gonna kick this thing off with a bit of a throw back."

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It was everything I could ever wish for and nothing I could have imagined.

People always tell me that they wont be as amazing in person but clearly they have never been to a Five Second of Summer concert because the smoke is clearing and the lights are coming back on and I still can't breathe. "Did that really just happen?" I asked, following my best friend toward the exit, in a daze. Smiling like an idiot, she nodded "Calum Thomas Hood was just in your presence."

I was still convinced it was all just a dream, a cruel dream that I was going to wake up from any second.

Grabbing my hand, Marci led me back to her car and we climbed in. "Alright!" Marci turned to me, "that was life changing but we have to get our shit together if we don't want to get kicked out of The Nice Guy." I nodded, she was right. Forcing myself to take deep breaths, I flipped the passenger mirror down and began fixing my mess of hair.

No surprise, when we arrived there was a crowd of fans outside , waiting for the boys. but Marci pulled around away from them and parked behind the building. Jason (Marci's brother) is a bartender here and he agreed to to unlock the back entrance. Marci turned to me, her beautiful ebony skin still covered in glitter. "Now, listen to me, London! They may not even be here but if they are...we gotta be chill." Nodding, I tried to snap myself out of fan-mode  and climbed out of the car. Taking Marci's hand, I approached the door and stepped into the club.

The music was so loud it felt like my bones were shaking and the lights reflected off of every body, making the mosh pit a sea of neon color. I cringed at the 1975 remix that was coming out of the speakers but it was still like stepping into a different world. Marci pecked my cheek, releasing my hand and making her way onto the dance floor, moving her gorgeous body along to the music.                                 My confidence vanished as soon as i stood by myself, my heart beat quickening. London! You've got this! I told myself, taking a deep breath as I made my way to the bar.

"What'll it be cutie?" The bartender asked, winking as he handed someone else their drink. "Um- Uhh- ." I  stumbled over my words, my mind drawing a blank. He seemed to sense that my knowledge of alcohol is slim to none and chuckled, leaning against the counter. "Alright, what kinda of night are you looking to have?" He asked. Considering the question, I answered honestly. "Hopefully, kinda wild." He nodded, approvingly. "Dance on the bar wild? or get a tattoo, wake up in a holding cell wild?"                                                                 "Maybe Dance on the bar?" I giggled. "Maybe we'll start off a little bit slow and see if we can't get you up there by the end of night." He said, winking before he turned around and began grabbing different bottles from the shelves. "Is that a promise? If I successfully get you in a wild mood, you're gonna dance on the bar for me?" He asked, sitting the drink in front of me. Blushing, I picked up the drink and shrugged. "We'll see." the sour liquid hit my tongue and I cringed away from the strong taste. The bartender (His name tag said Jared) pouted,  "Not a fan?" I shook my head, "No! I really like it!...what is it?" I asked, taking another sip and maintaining a straight face this time. Jared leaned against the bar, a smirk on his face. "It's called a "Between the Sheets"...It's white rum, cognac, triple sec, and lemon juice." I choked on the drink, my face burning a bright red and the alcohol feeling like fire in veins. Jared chuckled at my embarrassed state, "If you're not a fan, we can try a "pink panty pull down" instead." "Each drink you make sounds more suggestive than the last!" I exclaimed, draining the glass.                                                                        "Sometimes a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do and when a hot girl dancing on the bar is up for grabs is definitely one of those times." My giggle was cut short when I felt a hand rest on my hip. "The chances of that are slim to none so I would suggest you simmer down." A voice said over my shoulder and Jared instantly busied himself with another customer. What the hell? I spun around, "That was ru-." My voice caught in my throat and my heart dropped.                                                                                                                                                                   Holy shit!

I was staring into, my favorite set of dark brown eyes.

Calum fucking Hood?