Little anxiety

Chapter 54 - Could I be yours

Calum's Pov

All I wanted to do was cuddle with Shay, but Ian the notorious little shit had other plans. Months and months of not being able to even touch Shay and now I have the chance to CUDDLE with her and he fucks it all up.
Not to mention called her a whore, so when push comes to shove this bitch is gonna die.

A small hand squeezed mine and dents shivered through my heart as I looked down to see my beautiful Shay.
"He's not worth it" she whispered to me before abruptly standing up and staring Ian down.
" How did you get in here anyways, did someone leave your cage open" she spoke snidely before walking away and towards the bedroom.

My fists clenched tightly I fought the urge to paint him black with bruises. But then who knows what Shay would do to me if I did.
"Leave" I growled, feeling the rumble in my chest, and that's all it took. Ian walked through the door and I hoped to whatever big person up in the clouds that he never comes back.

"How many weeks of tour do we have left?"my shay asked me sweetly when I closed the door and returned to the still flickering to screen.
"3 I'm pretty sure, why are you bored do you want to leave" I fidgeted nervously. Jesus what is this chick doing to me, Calum Hood does not get nervous, he makes other people nervous but otherwise the emotion is foreign to him. The boys were right I'm fucking whipped. Alright Calum man up and play it cool, don't be a desperate little bitch.
"Cause your free to leave, whenever you want, I have other girls to keep me warm when watching movies" I snide, like the dumbass I am.
I watched her reaction carefully, still curled up in my arms the tv illuminating her soft angelic face. Her jaw clenched as the words left my mouth and she furthered herself from my embrace.
"Just wondering, I have men back home waiting and all" she spoke in a nonchalant tone but with an edge to it. I could see the cold exterior she has built creeping  in.
"Fuck sorry" I mumble running my hands through my hair and tugging slightly. "I didn't mean that at all, I'd burn this couch if anybody but you and me sat on it" I spoke righteously. "I'm not very good at this whole...." before I could finish my pathetic excuse she butt in. "Well you better get good at it before we get home because as I said, I have men waiting for me" she said in a playful but dead serious voice, hurtfully adding emphasis on the word men. Just wait till I show her what kinda man I am. "Now you should probably start getting good at this whole thing by getting me a beer and ice-cream.