He calls me his
...but he doesn't know that I dreamed about hearing him say those words, long before we met.
He doesn't know I was a fangirl and all i wanted in life was to be His Girl
Calum's POV Groaning, I rolled away from the light that pierced through London's curtains. She just nuzzled closer to my chest and pulled the blanket over her face. London's face glowed in the morning light and I had to force myself to look away before I stayed here all day.
I cringed when my feet touched the cold hardwood, but I tiptoed as quietly as I could to retrieve my sweatpants and stepped into the hallway.
"Morning." Marci smirked over the rim of her coffee cup at me, "How'd you sleep?" I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks at her expression. "Wait! Don't answer that." She giggled, spreading cream cheese onto her bagel.
Ignoring the subject of last night, I opened the refrigerator. "Do you want any real breakfast?" I asked, browsing through the contents of the fridge. "Sure." Marci answered, getting up from the table and grabbing an apron. "What are you thinking?"
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London's POV
Pulling the blanket over my head, I attempted to hide from the light but my thighs screamed in pain when I moved. Groaning into the pillow, I realized there was no hope of falling back asleep with the throbbing in my abdomen. Frowning, I noticed that the bed was empty beside me and I rolled off the mattress to go and search for painkillers. Sucking in a sharp breath, I managed to stand upright and stumble across my room.
Opening the door, I could hear voices from the kitchen and forced myself to walk more normally. "Good Morning, Sleeping Beauty." Marci beamed, pausing her stirring to kiss my cheek sweetly, "How'd you sleep?" She asked, as Calum wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips to my forehead, glancing down at me worriedly. "Are you okay?" He whispered against my cheek. Am I okay? The pain is nothing, I'm so much more than okay...I don't even feel like the same person. I just settled for a reassuring nod and rose up on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his. "I love you." I whispered, before letting go and turning back to Marci. "How was last night?" I asked, Raising my eyebrows inquisitively.
"I feel like your night was pro-." shaking my head, I interrupted her attempt at changing the subject. "Don't avoid the subject!" I exclaimed, hypocritically avoiding a conversation about last night. Of course we'll talk about it eventually but not here...not now...not with Calum present.
Groaning, Marci shook her head and avoided eye contact. "It was fine...I don't know...he was fine." Calum chuckled, "that doesn't sound good." he retorted, flipping the strips of bacon he was frying. Marci just shrugged, "you gotta be careful with male hairdressers...they're either instant soulmate good or old High school stalker bad...there is no in between...but he is the in between and it's a weird vibe." Calum giggled adorably and opened his mouth to comment but Marci glared across the kitchen, "if you make a paramour reference out of my life, I will cut you." She threatened, causing him to raise his hands in surrender. Glancing at the microwave, I pouted when I saw how late it was. The clock read 10:54 and his flight was at 2:00. Surprising Calum, I reached forward and cradled myself against his chest, snuggling as close to him as I could get while he cooked. "Somebody's happy to see me, this morning." He chuckled, wrapping one arm around me and stroking my back softly. "I'm always happy to see you." I giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone and breathing in the scent that had become my favorite. Sighing, He ran his fingers through my hair and held me until he was finished cooking. "god, I'm gonna miss this." I heard him whisper, softly, before letting go and taking the bacon to the table. My heart ached at the the thought of him being gone but I understood. This is his life. This is how it has to be.
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Clutching my hand, Calum led me through the AirPort, surprisingly not running into any mobs as we made our way to the boys. Michael's bright red hair was always hard to miss in a crowd, so it was the first thing I thought to look for. Getting up on my tiptoes, I still couldn't see any signs of them. "Calum!" A voice called from behind us. Wait... What? I spun around and found Michael, standing with Ashton, Bryana, Luke, Arz, and (of course!) Emma.
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"Cal, what is she doing here?" I asked, my voice rising in pitch. Cal glanced down at me, confusion written across his face. "She's coming with us." What the hell? "Her and Mali-Koa are best friends, of course she's going to be there for her birthday...why?" Of course, Emma has done nothing to me but the constant competition social media puts us in, makes it hard for me to like her. Every time I look at her, all I can see are the Christmas #'s and the hateful comments. Shaking my head, I forced my gaze away from her and looked up at Calum. "Nothing, never mind." I smiled, halfheartedly fighting the jealousy. "Hey guys!!" She smiled, waving as we approached the group. "You look adorable!" She exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. She acted like we were best friends and it made me feel guilty for letting the hate cause an imaginary problem between us. I know I'm being ridiculous ... I know... There's just something about the way she looks at Calum. London! Chill the fuck out!
