drown × calum hood [complete]

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Chapter Eleven: And it's not alright

i'm not even a calum girl but LOOK AT THAT GIF

Dedicated to: relxtionships for being so supportive ❤

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After showering off and changing into his pj's, Calum lay in his bed on his phone scrolling through Instagram, hearting a few photos of his friends and famous soccer players.

If Calum hadn't stopped Bella when he did... well, things would've been much worse.

After slowly closing his eyes, he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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He woke up in the middle of the night to a tapping on his balcony doors. He almost jumped at the outline then realized that it was Michael.

"What the...?"

Michael started tapping louder until he was basically slapping the glass door with the palm of his hand.

"I'm coming, calm down. Jesus," Calum groaned, peeling the covers of his sweaty body and trudging towards the door.

"Hey-"

"You need to help me."

"Okay, what's going on?"

Michael walked inside and threw himself down onto Calum's bed. After a moment of silence, Michael spoke up.

"I-I think I'm gay, and I told my dad and he... he threw me out."

"Your dad th- you're gay?"

Michael looked up at him through teary eyes and nodded slowly, as if dreading Calum's reaction.

The brunette bit his cheek and sat down next to Michael, wrapping an arm around him and resting his head on the green-eyed boy's shoulder.

"Do you - do you hate me?" Michael sniffed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

Calum opened his mouth but no sound came out so he just took Michael's hand gently and laced their fingers together in a friendly way.

Michael's breath hitched in his throat before he swallowed and looked down at their hands.

"It's okay," he whispered. "I'm here for you."

Michael sighed and rested his head on top of Calum's rubbing his thumb over the back of Calum's knuckles.

"So do you... do you like anyone?"

"I... I do, actually."

"Do I know him?"

Michael stiffened and tightened his grip on Calum's hand, making the Māori boy frown.

"Michael?"

"Yeah, Cal. I think you do know him."

"Can you tell me who it is?"

Michael's tongue darted out and wet his lips before he exhaled with a shaky breath.

"I think I... it's Luke."

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HA FINALLY SOME DRAMA

MY MUKE HEART

you guys should go and check out my book "demon" cuz, you know, it's muke

but HoLy cRUdBAllS THis HaS alMoSt 500 rEADs

and i'm writing four more books:
innocent (luke)
drive (calum
him (mikey)
and dimples (ash)
however they are unpublished

imma shut up now

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