Saucefam™ Imagines

Nicole+Calum

Calum's POV:

My hands gripping the steering wheel, I nod my head along to the soft hum of the engine mixed with the sweet, sweet sound of The 1975. Cold wind whizzed through the car, and I rubbed my tired eyes, a quiet yawn escaping my lips.

My gaze averting to the passenger seat, Nicole snored softly, completely at ease and comfortable. I couldn't help but smile as 'I like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it' started playing on the radio, the comforting tune making me slide down in my seat.

'Before you go, turn the big light off.'

Nicole was beautiful, awake or asleep. That was undeniable. Her dark hair rested on her shoulders in soft, wet ringlets, and oh so desperately did I want to run my fingers through them. The deep red sun began sinking down the hill, mixing shades of colours into a masterpiece in the sky.

I glanced at the masterpiece next to me, the shadows illuminating her body. I watched as the dim streetlights shone over the soft skin of her legs; the smooth material of my old football shirt; the small curves of her chin, her parted lips, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. She was just as beautiful as the sunset.

I shake my head, my smile stretching from one ear to another. If she was awake, she would have called me a dork. Yet, she was the only one that managed to call me a dork and I wouldn't feel like one. Every second I spent with her, I felt a euphoric high. She was so refreshing, so dynamic, like finishing a marathon. Except, that feeling lasted forever.

Images from the past few hours flashed in my head, the warm feeling in my chest glowing.

Chasing after her as she dragged me to the end of the boardwalk, hair flowing behind her in brown waves, the sweet scent of her perfume making its way to my nose.

Sitting beside her, my hand on her thigh as we screamed together on a flying swing, her grip on my arm tightening as we went up and down.

Holding her hand in the car, listening to her voice belting out the lyrics to her favourite songs, squeezing her hand and laughing when she impersonated Nicki Minaj or Ariana Grande.

God, I loved her so fucking much.

'Please don't go," I sang along to the song softly, taking one hand off the steering wheel to grab hers, relaxing instantly. "Please don't go."