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Calum - Learning from Each Others Knowing's

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"I can't believe you're actually going on tour in two days", you sigh, throwing another pair of skinny jeans to your friend to be folded and placed in the suitcase that was already practically bursting at the seams. Who knew you needed to pack so much when you were about to embark on a worldwide tour with your band?

"I know", he smiles across at you from his perch on the bed, "I didn't think it would ever happen. It all just seems so surreal."

"Yeah well, you deserve it. I guess all of those hours spent in Ashton's smelly garage have finally paid off."

"It's about time", Calum remarks as he catches another pair of jeans you've tossed haphazardly in his general direction, "I swear if I had to sit through one more rehearsal where Luke forgot every lyric I was going to reconsider giving up my football career!"

"Are you nervous?" you ask once your shared laughter has died down.

Having received no reply you glance over at your friend. His eyes are downcast and he's suddenly become very interested in the scuff marks on the old beat up Vans he's been wearing for the best part of a year.

"Calum?" you question, becoming slightly disconcerted by his uncharacteristic silence. As you move to sit next to him you can see a soft blush has spread across his cheeks. You eyebrows furrow as you wait for him to speak. When he does, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It's stupid".

"Come on Cal", you coax, nudging him in the ribs for good measure, "you can tell me. We've been friends since we were twelve. You don't have to be embarrassed around me. I mean, I've seen you in those hideous board shorts you used to wear so it can't be much worse than that now can it?"

A small smile tugs at the corner of his plump lips and you mentally high five yourself. You'd always loved your ability to make people smile even when they were feeling shitty.

"I'm not nervous about performing. I'm nervous about something else."

"What kind of something else?" you press. You weren't normally this pushy when it came to other people's business but Calum was one of the most confident and outgoing people you knew so if something was making him this anxious it had to be something big.

"Y/N", he starts after a short pause, "if I tell you something do you promise not to tell another living soul?"

"Pinky promise", you tell him without missing a beat, "but I'm warning you now, if you're about to admit to a murder or something I'm obligated to tell someone. I love you and all but I'm not becoming an accessory for you Calum. I'm way too soft to go to jail. I mean have you seen Orange is the New Black? I would never survive that".

"Y/N!" Calum shouts, interrupting your ramblings, "I'm trying to tell you something important here!"

"Shit, sorry! You know how I get carried away. Go on. I'm listening."

"Thank you. Okay well, you know how bands always say that they always get a tonne of girls once they start touring? Well, that's what I'm nervous about."

The expression on your face must have been a picture because as soon as Calum shifts his gaze from his feet to you, his cheeks redden ever further and he attempts to push himself off the bed.

"I knew you'd think it was stupid!"

"No Calum wait", you grab at his shirt to pull him back onto the mattress next to you, "I don't think it's stupid! I'm just....confused. Why would girls throwing themselves at you make you nervous? I would have thought that it would make you pretty damn happy actually."