My secret escape

Chapter 8

Calum's pov

"For everything"

"Oh Mikey, you're so romantic", I joke. Well, maybe it's not a complete joke, but doesn't matter.

Then he turns to look at me and we look each other straight in the eye. I don't know what has gotten into me but I lean forward, close my eyes and press my lips onto his.

I feel myself getting anxious when he doesn't kiss back. But my anxiety soon fades when he cups my cheek and kisses back. I smile and keep kissing him.

Michael's pov

I'm shocked when he presses his lips against mine. Very shocked. To say the least. I did not expect this to happen at all. Nonetheless, I like it.

Once the initial shock is gone, I start kissing back. Our lips merge together perfectly. His lips feel so soft and I wonder if my chapped ones bother him. I think not cause he seems to be enjoying it. 

We kiss for a few minutes, just sweet and innocent and I like it. Calum strokes my cheek and pulls off. He looks at me with a soft, sweet smile on his face and then it hits me how beautiful he really is. And he's also looking at me. So of course, I blush.

"I love that colour on you, red is so your colour", Calum teases and he giggles. He actually giggles. I do that too sometimes, but I thought guys weren't supposed to do that. It's  though, I'm not complaining.

"Well, I like your giggle", I tease back. And it works, 'cause he playfully shoves my shoulder.

"Mikeeeyyyyy doooooonnnnnnn't!', he whines, dragging out about everything. I chuckle.

"So cute", I murmur.

He props himself up on his elbow and looks down at me.

"What did you just say?"

"I said that you're cute", I reply, pecking his nose. He giggles again. I could get used to this. "God, that giggle is going to be the death of me. It's too adorable Cal!"

Immediately after I told him that, he hides his face in the pillow and mumbles some stuff.

"I have no idea what exactly it is that you're saying Calum, if you want me to understand, you gotta get your face out of the fucking pillow."

He whines again and I laugh.

He removes his face from the pillow and yells at me.

"Michael!", he's trying to sound pissed, but I can tell that he's having a hard time with that.

Which only makes me laugh harder.

"Stop laughing!", again he's trying to sound pissed, but he sounds more like a little kid trying to get his way.

"Awhh, Callyyyy, why?"

He groans and I just can't stop laughing, my stomach is really starting to hurt.

"Don't. Ever. Call me that. Again.", he says, more serious now.

I take a deep breath and force myself to stop laughing.

"I'm sorry Cal, better?"

I peck his lips and he smiles widely.

"All better."

"Good", I say as I boldly take his hand in mine. It's not like we're boyfriends now, but he held me before and he kissed so I guess this is okay? Right? Right?

I get  my answer as he starts playing with my fingers.

His fingers find their way up and he starts pushing my sleeve up, slowly. Very slowly. His eyes are watching me intently to see my reaction.

I tense up. Does he know what he's doing!? He does by the looks of it. I'm not sure if I like this. He saw once, he doesn't need to see twice.

"Cal..."

"Shh Michael, it's okay. It's just me. It's okay. I don't judge."

I relax a little as he carefully pushes my sleeve further up my arm. His eyes never leave my face though, which makes me feel better. I trust him. I trust him to stop if it gets too much for me.

"Took the bandage off?", he asks.

I nod. He reacts by nodding too, as if to say "that's okay".

Then he studies my cuts, maybe even my older scars.

"They're looking good. Healing nicely", his eyes lock on  mine again, "Don't touch them, okay? If you open them up again, they'll leave nasty scars. The damage may be limited, for as far as I am able to judge it. Try to not do it again, please. If you give my your phone, I'll put my number into it and you can call me anytime. 24/7. I don't mind, I want you to. If you don't want to talk about what's going on, we can just talk about random stuff to distract you, maybe calm you down if needed. I can come over too, if that's what you want. I don't care. You understand?"

I nod.

"Words, please."

"Yes, I understand."

I hand him my phone and he gives me his number. He gives me his phone and I do the same.

Could he be any more perfect?

If you'd ask me right now, I'd say: I don't think so.

Whoop, so that happened. Dayum. Malum gives me feels. Malum is life. Sorry if you just died. I know I did. Sooooooo <3

I didn't proofread it, I'll do that later. So sorry if there's any mistakes right now, they'll be edited later(IM TALKING TO YOU MAKAYLA ANN).

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