Calum:
The sharp sound of glass shattering nearly startled you from the bed. You shot upright, holding a hand to your hammering heart, but your mind eased once you saw that it was Calum standing by the door holding a tray with breakfast.
"Well, I fucked that up." Calum deadpanned, looking down to the glass of orange juice that he'd accidentally dropped and then back to you.
You just had to laugh, although you quickly tried to hide it behind your hand. But as soon as Calum saw you he was laughing alongside you. You hunted the sheets for Calum's shirt and then promptly pulled it over yourself as he placed the tray on the bed.
"Here let me help." You offered, walking over to him.
"No, (Y/N), don't!" Calum tried to warn you, but before he got the chance you felt a shard of glass penetrate the skin of your foot.
"Ah!" You cried out at the pain and Calum instantly rushed to your side.
"Oh my god, oh my god, I'm so sorry." He apologized profusely as he helped you sit back up on the bed with your injured foot dangling off.
"It's okay!" You attempted to reply as nonchalantly as possible, but the searing pain was making things difficult.
Calum was still muttering to himself as you heard him rummage around in the hall bathroom.
"Cal? What are you doing?" You asked.
But before you got an answer, Calum was rushing back into the room with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls, a bandage, and tweezers.
"Oh no." You moaned when you caught a glimpse of the metal implement.
"I know, I know, baby. But I have to do it." Calum said as he sat on the floor holding your heel steady in his hand.
"Okay, you ready?" He asked, clicking the tweezers in his fingers.
"Ah! Yes!" You squealed, gripping onto the bedsheets for an entirely different reason than you had been last night.
Calum pulled the shard from your foot and rubbed the side of your leg soothingly as his other hand reached for the hydrogen peroxide.
"Alright, this isn't going to feel too good, either." Calum warned as he soaked a cotton ball.
"That's alright. I can take this part." You assured him.
You leaned over the bed to access the damage of your foot, but ended up watching Calum instead. He was gentle as he held onto your ankle and tenderly cleaned your wound, with concern deeply written on his face. And it was then that you realized something. In the midst of dealing with the aftermath of his little mistake, he had called you something you had never heard him say before.
Calum bandaged your foot.
"Okay. Good news is that you will walk again." Calum said, standing back up.
You giggled and shook your head at him.
"Bad news is that now you're officially stuck eating breakfast in bed with me while you rest your foot." He added with a small smirk before walking back over to his mess.
"Great, well today just can't get any worse!" You teased.
Calum soaked up the juice from the floor and swiftly swept away the shards, even checking twice that he'd gotten them all for sure, before climbing into bed next to you.
"What?" He chuckled as he took notice of your goofy grin.
"You called me baby." You replied.
Heat quickly rose to Calum's cheeks as he stumbled to reply, "I. Oh. Uh. Um. I-is that okay?"
Your smile somehow grew even wider as you nodded your head yes.
"Yeah. It's okay." You replied, moving to straddle his waist.
You leaned down to kiss him and his hands gripped at the hem of his shirt you were wearing, eager to leave his carefully made breakfast in bed for later.
Michael:
You smiled sleepily once you recalled where you were and whose arms were wrapped tightly around you. You couldn't remember the last time you had woken up so peacefully; so content. That is until your phone started ringing loudly.
Your cursed yourself as you slid from Michael's arms to locate your purse on his bedroom floor. Once you finally got your phone to quiet, you were met with an unpleasant surprise. Your calendar was set for a very important interview today; in one hour.
"Shit!" You cursed as you instantly began rushing about the room, picking up remnants of the night before and throwing them back onto your body.
"(Y/N)? What's wrong, babe?" Michael asked sweetly, his crystal eyes still half shut.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" You responded to his concern with a string of curses.
Michael pulled himself out of bed to try to help you in some way, but ended up just standing idly by the bed as you continued to race around the room like a hyper puppy.
"Would you tell me what's going on?" He finally called out to you as you checked just how horrendous your makeup was in the bathroom.
"I have an interview that I completely forgot about!"
"Shit!" Michael responded.
"My sentiments exactly." You said, walking back out from the bathroom and searching your purse for concealer.
"Let me call you a cab." Michael said as he searched the nightstand for his phone.
You took a brief time out from your frenzy to gently lift his chin and press a kiss to his lips as a thank you. He smiled and felt butterflies swirling in his stomach, which was strange after the night prior where the two of you did far more than kiss.
Michael called the cab as you continued to make yourself look presentable. Although in his eyes, you were an absolute angel in any form. He simply laid back on the bed, not wanting to get in your way, and watched you as you got yourself ready. The longer he found himself watching you get ready to leave however, the more and more he realized that he didn't want you to go.
But before he even knew it the cab was outside honking and he was walking you out.
"I'm so sorry I have to leave like this." You apologized for the third time since the elevator.
Michael chuckled.
"It's alright."
Before you could think of a rebuttal his full lips were over yours. You smiled into his kiss, melting into him for just a moment before pulling back, startled by the honking of the taxi cab.
"Okay I have to go." You said, regretting the words the minute they left your mouth.
Michael opened the door for you as you rushed out.
"Wait! When will I see you again?" He asked as you stood at the cab's door.
Your mind was too jumbled to formulate a plan.
"I'll call you!" You promised as you jumped into the backseat and blew him a kiss as the cab drove away.
He closed his hand as if to catch your kiss once you were out of sight then immediately shook his head at himself afterwards. He felt giddy at the thought of your next call, even more so at the thought of your next rendezvous. He realized he was blushing on his way back upstairs and knew for certain that he was a goner.
