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Imagine #2.

Today. Today was the day that I was going to tell Calum how you felt. About this whole relationship that has had a miracle spark in it, causing it to last for 2 and 1/2 years. Lately he had been coming home very late, around 2 am, drunk every time. I was the one that gave him the ibuprofen, cleaning his vomit up, giving him a glass of water to sober him up. One time, he even tried to get me to have sex and when I refused, he hit me on the arm.

I ignored it that one time, because I never thought he would ever do it again. He hasn't.

Yet.

I was always skeptical when he came home; if he was in a bad mood I would just back away and leave him be. Why the hell would he find it A-OK to hit a girl? Well for one thing, it's not. Never mind. Lets get back to the present time.

I stood in the kitchen, coffee cup in hand, keeping me awake until the dirty lying bastard got his ass home. I was furious. And ready to have a major fight with Calum. I always tried to act like when he yelled it didn't scare me, but it actually did. Horribly. I stood there in my Hello Kitty short shorts, black tank top, and long sleeved Marilyn Monroe tank top. I swirled the little spoon around in my coffee, distracting you for the time being. I jumped when a long bang came from the living room, signifying that Angry Calum was in the house tonight.

I stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching his every move like a ghost. He didn't notice I was standing there until he looked up and nearly fell down from the scare I gave him.

"Holy grail, (Y/N). You scared the living hell out of me. What are you doing up?" He nearly yelled at me. I stood up straight and followed him into our bedroom that was lit up by only a small bedside table lamp.

He balanced himself by sitting on the edge of the bed, hands on his knees, eye squeezing shut as if to ease the pain he has in his system. He slowly rocked back and forth, clearing his mind.. or maybe he was just thinking. I never knew with the whack job you called a boyfriend.

Suddenly he said, "I don't want to have this fight, (Y/N). Please-"

"We have to, Calum. There is no other way I could or can get you to listen to me. Please just let me talk." He stayed quiet, waiting for me to go on. "Do you know how scared I get every night when you come home intoxicated? It scares the living hell out of me because I need know how you are going to act at me! You could hit me again for all I know! Another thing that worries me is that you decide to get behind the wheel of a car while you are under the influence! I mean, why would you even think about doing that?! You could crash in a ditch and die, you could kill other people! Is there someone better out there for you? Is that where you are all the time; being there with them instead of being here with your girlfriend that has lived you unconditionally for the past almost three years?! If there is someone out in the world that you think would be better for you, just say it right now, Calum! Say you want to break up with me!" By now my face was red with anger, from tears, and from the blood rushing to my cheeks with every word I said.

"I want to break up." He stated simply, looking at me dead in the eye. My heart dropped from my chest all the way down to my stomach. I took a couple of steps back.

Instead of sliding down a wall and crying, I fell to my knees and start crying harder than I have ever before. "WELL FUCK YOU TOO, CALUM. FUCK EVERYTHING THAT WE HAVE EVER HAD AND TOSS IT OUT THE WINDOW." I said my words in a screaming voice. So loud it hurt my own ears.

I ran down the stairs and went to my secret bag that I had kept hidden just in case I may have ever needed it. It was filled with clothes, other things, girly things, the necessities. I slipped on a pair of black jeans before putting on converse, grabbing the bag, and pushing my way out the door into the night. I had made it five feet away from my house before I broke down into loud hysterical sobs, not caring who saw.

After about an hour of that, I walked to the nearest bus stop on the side of the road. I laid on the bench, eyes stinging from cry so much. My phone buzzed in your pocket, making your fizzled brain react. It was a text from Michael.

"What the hell happened between you two?! Calum is crying his eyes out right now! Call me!" He texted urgently. I sighed before bringing my phone up to my ear, listening to the ringing. After 3 rings, Mikey picked up the phone.

"(Y/N), what the fuck happened?!" Michael screamed into the phone. I pulled it away from my ear, a reflex I have whenever something's hurt my ear.

"Michael please don't yell.. It's just... I- it's hard. Can I come over to explain?" I whispered the last part as you felt as if I was going to cry again.

"Of course, (Y/N). You're always welcome here. Let yourself in, I'll be I the den." I said thank you before hanging up, and waiting on the side of the road for a cab to pull up. It might have been the middle of the night, but  I was positive there would be one. When it finally arrived, I hopped in the back seat an told them where I was going. Michaels house appeared in the distance and I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like a ton of bricks was lifted off of my shoulders.

I slugged up to the house, sobs continuing to fall from my mouth. I opened the door and made my way to the den, just where Michael said he was gonna be. But when I got to the den, it wasn't Michael in there. It was Calum.

"C-Calum." I stuttered. He looked up at me as relief washed over his face. His eyes were just as red and puffy from crying as mine were. He stood up and tried to make his way over to me. With each step he took, I took a step back. Why would he want to touch me after he just broke my heart an hour ago?

"(Y/N), please don't be scared. Just come here please." He said quietly. I couldn't handle it any longer. I ran into his arms, holding him tightly against me as I cried my heart out into his chest. Makeup was smearing against his white v-neck, but at this point, he didn't care. All he cared about was having me in his arms again. He gently picked me up and cuddled with me on the couch. Calum placed a rather large blanket over the two of us as we both gradually fell asleep.

Michael made his way in there to see if his plan worked. He smiled and placed a hand over his heart, watching us cuddled up against each other. "Aww, my two love birds." He smirked to himself before he exited the room and turned off all the light and such. "Glad to see you guys happy again." He whispered before shutting the door and going upstairs to his bedroom.

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OMG IM SORRY I DIDN'T UPDATE YESTERDAYA LSSIKEHDNS.

It was just stressful and I had homework in all my classes and about had a heart attack when I had some letters in the math. Shit.

Anyways, I'll try to DOUBLE update tomorrow, but no promises. I have to go a football game and won't be home until late. Then on Saturday I'm going to an amusement park! :D I'm so happy and excited.

Bye y'all! Night kiddos. 💕