Warning!That's nοt my imagine!I found it on tumblr and I loved ιτ so I decided to write it to my book.The boy/girl who wrote that imagine his/her @ on tumblr is 'stillrunningbacktoyou'.Go and like it if you want!*
Enjoy!
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You're 19 years old and the light flashes twice. It's not an unusual occurrence. Calum very often flashes the light, not only when it's an emergency but also when he's bored and wants to talk. In the beginning you told him that was against the rules, but lately you've started to flash the light more often, too.
What makes it weird this time, though, is that there's no power. There's a huge thunder storm going on and you've wrapped yourself in a blanket, trying to block out the sounds with loud music blasting through your headphones. When you see the light, you pull our your headphones and walk to the window.
On the other side is Calum, triumphantly waving around a flashlight. "I've got a flashlight!" he calls out at you, and you stare at him.
"I can tell," you deadpan. He just laughs.
"I just wanted you to open your window. I don't really want to come through the front door, cause your parents would probably wanna know what I'm doing there."
Before you can say anything, he's standing in front of you and coming in through the window.
"What are you doing here?" you frown. "Aren't you supposed to get some sleep before the big football game tomorrow?"
He shrugs. "I'll be fine." A loud bang sounds and involuntarily, you flinch. Calum immediately notices and reaches out, taking your hand in his. His hand is familiar and warm, the tips of his fingers rough from playing bass. Your breath halts in your throat for a split second, just as it always does when he touches you.
You have been back to just best friend for two years, but your body remembers what it's like to love him in that other way, and it wants to go back to that.
"I'm here because you're afraid of thunder," Calum says gently, squeezing your hand. "We're gonna make a fort."
This time, you don't hesitate, like you did that time all those years ago. You make the fort with him and as soon as it's done, you nestle yourself into it, wrapping a blanket around yourself, pulling it up to your chin. Calum crawls in as well, holding an acoustic guitar in his hands.
You smile. It's his old guitar, the one he kept in your room when you were still together because he spent most of his time in your room, anyway. Though the bass is his biggest love, he's always liked playing guitar, as well.
Before you can ask what he's doing he's strumming the guitar and softly singing. As always, he knows exactly what will calm you down. There's nothing like the sound of his voice and the melody of a guitar to steady your heart beat and calm the whirlwind in your brain.
You sink against him, your head on his shoulder. It feels comfortable, familiar, but at the same time, it sends a fire through your veins that only he can bring. You know, after trying to move on and be with other people, that this feeling is a feeling that comes only with his presence.
"Remember when I told you I'd marry you some day?" he whispers suddenly. You nod, not answering immediately, because you're afraid you might tell him something you regret. You don't wanna ruin your friendship with him again. You don't think you can be completely happy without him in your life.
"Bet you came back from that now, huh?" you hum finally, when he doesn't say anything else.
"No," he says to your surprise, without a hint of a doubt in his voice. "I haven't."
