His Girl (Calum Hood)

Chapter 10

Honestly, waking up next to Calum would never get old. Rolling into his chest and being surrounded by all of his warmth is something I live for. 

If it wasn't for the urgent need of the bathroom, I could lay here and stare at his angelic face all day. Shimmying out of his grip, I tiptoed into the hallway, almost running straight into Marci. "Good morning!" I greeted her, most likely smiling like an idiot. But, all I got in response was a confused look, "What's wrong?...Did I do something?" I asked, sincerely worried. 

But, Marci shook her head, "No, Babe! You're fine...I'm just surprised by your mood." She answered, an air of caution in her voice. My mood? What reason would I have to be in a bad mood? I met all of Calum's friends last night and then he slept over... "Why wouldn't I be in a good mood?" Her expression shifted from confusion to realization, "You haven't been on social media the last couple of days have you?" 

Oh.

"No...Should I be afraid?" The answer was obviously yes, when Marci took both of my hands in her's.  "Look, Angel." She began, "I love you and Calum obviously thinks you're pretty hot shit...So, anything, and I mean anything, you see on there is just pure jealousy and nothing else! Those people are strangers and they mean nothing to you! They don't know you and they don't matter! You understand me?" What could possibly have been said? Nervous to see what she was talking about, I nodded. "I'll be fine." 

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As soon as Marci shut the door on her way out, I pulled out my phone and tapped the Instagram app, taking a deep breath. I had turned my notifications off, so I went to my profile, eyebrows shooting up when I saw that I had almost seventy thousand followers on an account I just set up a couple weeks ago. Tapping on the selfie of Marci and I and scrolling to the comments. 

No going back, now.

Oh my God. 

My whole life, I've had a thick skin and do well with criticism, but this...this is not criticism! This is just hatefulness. 

Whore...

Gold digger...  

Calum could do so much better...

Slut...

Attention Whore...

For no apparent reason, people I use to consider my family had begun throwing slurs and lies about me onto my own page. Shaking it off, I forced myself to keep my breathing even and reminded myself of Marci's words. None of this matters, there's no reason to think anything of it. That was...until I began seeing the 'Christmas comments'... 

#WewantChristmasback #Christmasupportsquad #ChristmasAF 

Not only was my account being bombarded with hashtags and comments about Christmas, but people were tagging Calum and Emma and asking her to "Fix this" Or showing her "how low Calum's standards have dropped"

People had gone as far as to create "Exposing London" pages and hate pages and Christmas support pages. Somehow they had found out I was a college drop out.

They had begun tagging me in pictures of Emma and comparing the two of us in voting polls.

"BabyGirl?" Calum's voice snapped me out of my daze, glancing up from my screen, surprised to feel wetness on my cheeks. His sleepy expression changed quickly to worry when he saw me, "Sweetheart! What's wrong?" 

Vigorously wiping my cheeks, I shook my head, "Nothing, I'm fine." I assured him, as he ran across the room, wrapping me in his arms. "No, you're not! What is it? Baby, talk to me." He urged me, wiping the tears from my cheeks with a worried expression.

Sighing, I bit my lip, "They hate me." I sniffled, my voice shaking. "Every single one of them hate me! They love Emma and they hate me and -." Pulling me against his chest, Calum hushed me, rocking me back and forth slowly. "Shh...Angel, you are everything a man could ask for and anyone who hides behind a computer screen, attacking a beautiful soul like you...they're not worth your time, Sweetheart." He assured me, running his fingers through my hair, soothingly. 

By the time my breathing was even again, my tears had caused a stain on the chest of his shirt and we had rocked back and forth in silence for almost twenty minutes. "Baby, You're all I want and anyone who has anything to say about my girl, can fight me." Giggling, into his chest, I took one last, deep breath before looking back up at him. 

"What d'you want for breakfast?" I asked, my voice still semi hoarse. Calum just shook his head.

"No, you cooked for me yesterday-." 

"I don't feel like going out so what would you like?" I interrupted, tugging him toward the kitchen with me. Before I could take two steps, Calum lifted me off the ground, causing a high pitched squeal to come from me. Walking into the kitchen, he sat me on the counter, "Stay." He ordered, pecking my lips before grabbing an apron and walking to the fridge, "What would you like, Goddess? Chef Hood is at your service." When I didn't answer, he glared over the top of the refrigerator door at me. 

"Omelets." I answered, deciding against arguing with him,  exiting the app, removing all the negative words from my mind, and focusing on the beautiful man in front of me. 

"So, I was thinking," Calum began, placing the skillet on the cook top,"Since I have a very talented beautician in my life now, how would you feel about me getting a new haircut and redoing the blonde streak?" 

"I think Marci would be more than happy to do that for you." I giggled, smirking at him. Cal just rolled his eyes, "Fine smartass, I'll have her do it and she can just shave it all off." 

"Calum Thomas! Don't you dare!" I exclaimed, hopping down from the counter, to go and get my equipment from the closet.

"Where are you going?" Cal called from the kitchen, adding the toppings to my omelet. 

"Getting the shit to cut your hair." I groaned, dragging the heavy reclining chair back into the living room. His eyes widened when he saw it, giggling, "You just keep that thing lying around?" 

"Welcome to the life of a beautician, baby," I giggled, "now hurry up or I'm going to bleach your entire head."

Setting the bottle of dye on the counter, a grin spread across my face...He had successfully erased every single word I read...without even trying