difficult | calum hood

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I've been staring at the sea for a good 20 minutes, tears still dribbling slowly down my cheeks. The beach is extra quiet today, and it's nice. Normally when I come down here upset, random old ladies come and ask me if I'm alright. There's nothing wrong with them doing so, it's just difficult because if I can't talk to my best friend about something, how am I supposed to tell them? 

I dip my finger into the soft silky sand and swirl it into a love heart, leaving a line in the sand. 

Someone sits beside me, and leans their shoulder on mine. 

For a moment, I don't look at whoever it is, before turning my eyes that way and finding Calum sitting beside me, his face sad and serious. 

"Don't cry," he whispers, placing his hand on my cheek and wiping away my tears. As soon as his fingers brush over my skin, heat rushes up my face and I smile sheepishly. "What you did back there was brave. Why did you choose me?" 

His voice is soft and gentle and makes me feel calmer. "It seemed like the right thing to do."

"But you wouldn't be sad if you didn't stick up for me," he looks down, scratching the back of his neck. "And I can't help but feel like it's my fault." 

 I wipe away my tears and rest my head on his shoulder. The words come from me so easily it shocks me. "It's not your fault Cal. I could've been nice to her and done what she wanted. But me and you have been getting along so well these last few weeks, think about it, two and a bit weeks ago we wouldn't talk to each other and here we are now. I didn't want to throw that away." I say, taking his hand and intertwining our fingers. 

He stares at me, smiling slightly. 

I stare back, curving my lips into a smile as well. 

"But, she's your best friend." He says, the smile falling from his face. "I don't want to be the reason you won't talk." 

"There's about a million different reasons Cal, trust me." I sigh, not smiling anymore either. 

His eyes lock with mine before drifting to my lips. I watch his brown eyes as they travel between my facial features, slowly moving my head closer to his. 

His lips look so soft and tempting, his skin looks so soft and beautifully carved, his eyes are dark and sparkling, and his hair looks ready to be played with. 

He tilts his head slightly and parts his lips, a soft exhale escaping him. 

At the same time, we lean forward and close the distance between us. His lips softly brush against mine, and I very softly kiss back, butterflies erupting in my stomach. 

My brain feels like someone has lit a firework inside of it and it's very quickly falling apart, flames burning inside of me. 

The kiss doesn't last long, as we're both quick to pull away. 

"We probably shouldn't- you know, because of..." Calum mumbles, keeping his eyes locked with mine. Nodding, I think about how that kiss felt and what it did to me. 

We stare at each other for a moment or two before he squeezes my hand and we lean in for another kiss. This one a million times more passionate. His lips move in sync with mine, one of his hands cupping the side of my face. 

My stomach feels like someone is exploding it, in the best possible way. 

That's when it hits me. 

I was kissing Calum. 

Something I had wanted for almost 6 years. 

It was finally happening. And now that it was, I never wanted it to stop.  

"Zoe," he mumbles, pulling away but only slightly, his lips still ghosting over mine. I nod and press my lips to his again, holding the back of his neck and tugging his body closer to mine. "Are you sure this is okay?" He whispers, barely audible. 

"Anything's okay with you Calum." I hear the words slip from my lips but I don't pay attention, as Calum's hands slide down to my waist and he pulls me in even closer. I feel his tongue move against my lips and I gladly open them, letting him slip his tongue into my mouth. 

My fingers are in his hair, twirling through the soft locks. I'm not sure I can even feel my lips anymore, the sparks have made them go partially numb, like having pins and needles in your lips. However, I can still feel everything Calum does, which is good. 

"Zoe," he breaks away, breathing heavily and looking into my eyes. I nod and move my hands from his hair, but he keeps his around my waist. 

"Yeah?" I inhale and exhale slowly, relaxing in his arms. 

"I liked that." 

"Me too." 

"I like you." 

"Me too." 

Author: I'm at my granpa's and I'm supposed to be helping make lunch with my sister or something but this is better. 

They finally kissed I'm so happy about it