December

7

I woke up with the sight of morning light creeping through the white curtains. I stretched my arms to the sides of the bed, shutting my eyes and yawning. I was totally calm, until I accidentally punched something. My eyes shot open, and I was shocked when I saw a tanned body lay beside me.

When I realised who it was, I stumbled out of bed, confused as to why Calum was sound asleep in my bed.

"Calum!" I hissed into his ear.

"Mhm.." he muffled, rolling over in my bed.

"Get up!" I ordered, poking harshly at his strong arms.

"Hmnn, no..." He blew me off. I rolled my eyes, now forcefully pushing his arm, trying to force him off the bed.

When I realised that I wasn't strong enough to tow him out of the comfort of my bedsheets, I huffed annoyedly. It was too early in the morning to be doing any heavy lifting. 

"Calum..." I whined, wanting the heavenly mattress and comforter to myself.

"Yes?" He snoozes, turning to face me, gradually opening his eyes to meet my sleepy gaze.

"Get out of my bed." I poked my tongue out, punching him lightly in the shoulder.

His gaze left mine and he spotted something on my inner forearm.

"Hey, I thought you said you don't have any tattoos?" He muffles, frowning slightly.

I tucked my arm under the sheets.

"I don't." I furrowed my eyebrows, lying to him.

"Well then you won't mind showing me what's on your arm..." He clasped his hand around my elbow, pulling my arm from out of the covers.

"You do have a tattoo." He looked down to the crook of my elbow, where positioned just below that was my tattoo.

"Why did you lie about it?" Calum asked, seeming genuinely interested in what I had to say about it.

I peered down to the ink, my heart skipping a beat. I hated it. I hated how stupid I was when I got it. I hated the reason why I hated it.

"I don't like it." I gulped, knowing that Calum would ask more questions, since I was replying with vague answers.

"Why? I think it's nice." He tried to cheer me up, noticing I was insecure about it.

Just as I was about to tell him why I hated the god-damned tattoo, I stopped myself. I didn't know this guy, and for some reason, I kept forgetting that. There was no need to explain myself.

"Forget about it, okay? It's just ugly." I ripped the sheets off my body, swinging myself out of bed and letting my legs carry me towards the closet. I picked out my white fluffy robe before exiting my bedroom, leaving Calum in my room as I went to make some breakfast.