Be Your Everything

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Calum's Perspective

"You're right," Elle sighs to herself and smiles up at me. As soon as she says the words I needed to hear most, I can feel myself relax again. Even though I trust Elle, part of me worries about Luke's intentions with her. He knows how much I care about her, but I've seen the way he looks at her, and Luke isn't that good of an actor.

I know I'm the last person that should be mad at the situation, but I can't help it. Elle means so much more to me than just the physical things, and l want more than anything for her to know that.

"Calum?" Elle nudges me with her elbow, and I realize that I've been staring off into space.

"Sorry," I shake my head to clear my thoughts. "I spaced out."

"It's okay," she smiles and looks down at her phone. "Who are you bringing to the VMAs?"

"Nobody," I quirk an eyebrow at her. "Why?"

"Baker sent me an email saying I was going with Luke."

"I mean, yeah," I shrug. "People probably expect you to come with him."

"And Michael will bring Kat?"

"Yep," I nod and wait for her to explain what she's confused about.

"So who are you and Ashton bringing?" She asks, and I debate whether or not I should break the news that Heather is coming with us.

"The only girl I'd want as my date is already going to be there." I wrap an arm around her shoulders and place a kiss on her cheek. Hopefully, that answer will be enough to keep her curiosity at bay.

"As long as that Heather girl doesn't show up, I'll be fine." Shit.

"Well..." I avert my eyes to the floor, but I can still feel Elle's glare.

"Calum, please tell me you're not bringing her as your date," she pleads.

"No no no," I furiously shake my head, "I'm not bringing her... Ashton is."

"Ugh, of course he is," she huffs and crosses her arms over her chest.

I have no memory of actually sleeping with Heather, but I definitely remember waking up to her in my bed after that party. I had never been so confused, but my first thought was Elle. To be fair, a lot of my thoughts are about her though. I'm not sure why Ashton thought bringing Heather to the VMAs would be a good idea, considering Elle and Kat hate her guts, but she's not that bad, so hopefully all of our girls will survive the night.

"Don't worry, love," I reassure her with a kiss on her cheek. "I'm not going to be able to keep my eyes off of you at that party."

I lean in to kiss her, and thank God, she kisses me back I without hesitation. I have missed so much and it hasn't even been 24 hours since our fight. I'm already dreading the day that she leaves the tour. I've gotten so used to having her around all the time. Looks like not everything Baker does is insufferable.

"Wait-" Elle pulls away from me, and I frown at her. "What party?"

"The afterparty," I explain, "we're going to The Riff after the award show. It's going to be a great time."

"If you say so," she leans into my shoulder and kisses my neck, sending sparks throughout my entire body. I've never been affected by a girl the way that I am by Elle. Everything about her draws me to her, and no matter how much time I get to spend with her, it's never enough. This girl even more addictive than my cigarettes.

"Elle," I whimper at the feeling of her lips on my neck, and before I know it, she's on my lap. She rolls her hips against mine while I groan in self-restraint. She smirks as she leans in to kiss me, and I can only imagine how desperate and defenseless I look right now.

Two can play at this game.

I slowly slide my hand up her thigh until it's practically between her legs. She tilts her hips forward instinctively, and I chuckle to mask my relief. Part of me was worried that things would be different between us after what happened with Heather, but I'm really glad that nothing seems to have changed.

I brush my tee shirt that she's wearing out of the way and her thong with it. Of course she's not wearing actual pants; that wouldn't torment me enough.

The second my finger disappears between her legs, she moans in relief, and the sound alone makes me rock hard. She tugs at my hair, and I have to reconnect our lips before I explode. I need her more than anything right now.

Her moans get louder as I pump my finger in and out, so I add a second one to satisfy her further. The change is immediate, but given our luck, someone knocks on the fucking door before I can take it any further.

Elle immediately scurries off of my lap, and I pray that it's not Luke on the other side of that door, because I might just punch him in the face for interrupting. Instead, Jo opened the door a second later, and I sigh to myself. I couldn't yell at her after everything she'd done for us recently. She had a huge smile on her face when she saw me and Elle sitting on the couch, rather than the surprised expression that I was expecting.

"Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt, but I was thinking we could watch the show together tonight."

"Oh my god, yes!" Elle squealed with excitement.

"Wait a second," I grabbed Elle's hand before she could stand from the couch. "Jo knows too?"

"I didn't tell her," Elle insisted. "She already knew because she works for Modest."

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," Jo promised.

"I better go tell Luke that I won't be watching from backstage tonight." Elle stood up and leaned over to kiss me goodbye before disappearing out the door with Jo.

Elle's Perspective

"You're gonna go watch the show?" Luke asked. He and Michael were sitting in the dressing room while we waited for Hey Violet's tech to finish setting up.

Although I did want to hang out with Jo, I mainly decided to go watch in the audience because I knew it's what would look best to the public. This way, the fans would see me at the show, which would bode well for me and Luke's 'relationship', which was only getting more complicated by the moment in real life.

"Yeah, Jo and I are going to sit in the audience. I'll go hang out with the fans and such before the show starts," I offered as I stood from the couch. "That's what Miss Baker would probably want me to be doing anyways."

"Hang on, Lennie," Luke stopped me from leaving and grabbed a backstage pass from off the table. He moved to put it on for me, but decided against it and handed me the lanyard to do it myself. "You do, uh, do you need anything?"

"I'll be fine," I told him quickly. God, this felt so awkward.

"Okay, uh, just come back when you feel like it, I guess." Luke shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at me uncertainly. Neither of us knew what to say anymore, so I just slowly walked out of the room without a real goodbye. I made my way down the hall with Jo and into the audience, swallowing my inhibitions when I saw a group of fans smiling at me.

Here goes nothing.