Bully||Calum Hood

fourteen

*Katie's POV*

Let's just say that night was eventful. We both lay on the bathroom floor for an hour or so as Calum sobbed into my legs. He had told me that he felt he was worthless, most of it due to how his father treated him and that's how he got the scars. After last night I realised we actually do have a lot of common, he just covers up his feelings better than I do.

I woke up because of the sun shining on my eyes, I don't know how things were going to be with Calum and I, obviously after all this I wasn't going to forgive him straight away, but things wouldn't be as bad as they were before.

I looked over to Calum's bed and saw he was still sound asleep. I could hear his light snores against his pillow.

I went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me and took a shower. As I wrapped my towel around me I felt around for my clothes before realising I hadn't brought them out.

I sighed and opened the door as I heard something hit the ground.

"Ow," I looked down to see Calum lying on the ground holding his head.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" I kept one hand holding up my towel and used the other to help him up.

He chuckled and took my hand as I helped him up. He looked at me and I shifted once realising the towel was still on me.

"I-I'm just gonna-" I stuttered pointing towards my clothes as he raised his eyebrows, probably finding this is amusing.

I grabbed the clothes and went into the bathroom and changed. I opened the door slowly this time, looking behind it, so I didn't repeat what had happened a few minutes ago.

Calum was already changed and was flicking through the TV channels.

"Hey my mum sent me this text" He said holding the phone in front of me.

From Mum

Your father isn't feeling too good so he's staying in the room, I'm going to take Keith back on the rides, you and Katie can do whatever and we'll meet up for dinner later X

"Oh, okay, cool" I nodded, using the towel to dry my hair.

"So what should we do?" He asked leaning back on his arms.

I shrugged.

"How about swimming?" He asked. Honestly I hated swimming, I loved the water, it was just the part when I had to wear a bikini or a swimming costume.

I played with my sleeves and tried to decide if I should tell him the truth or not.

"Wait, nevermind, you don't like swimming, either, do you?" He asked, reading my mind. I shook my head 'no' and we decided just to do some shopping.

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The 2 weeks being in Paris seemed to fly in, it was now our last day, we would fly home tonight.

David spent almost the full 2 weeks in his room as he was sick, but honestly it didn't matter to me, I was happy Keith was with Joy. We all went sightseeing and up the Eiffel tower.