Incorrect User || cth [book two]

6

Calum's Point of View
My fingers hover above the keyboard for what seems like an eternity as I try to muster enough confidence to send the tweet. It shouldn't be this hard, but for whatever reason, it is.

She's just a girl, I think to myself. She's an ordinary girl who should not be this hard to talk to. All I have to do is hit send. Just do it.

My thumb moves ever so close to the damn button, but before I can do anything, there's a knock at the door. I groan quietly and quickly place my phone in my back pocket.

Apparently I'm not quick enough because the visitor feels it's necessary to knock two more times as well as mutter, Housekeeping. Well, aren't they funny.

"Sorry I don't need my pillows fluffed today," I reply, going along with the joke.

"Very funny, Cal. Now open the door."

"You might wanna try the room down the hall. I heard a lot of noise coming from there last night, so I can only assume there's some dirty sheets just begging to be changed," I snicker.

Without any warning my door is busted open.

"You're such an asshole," Michael says as he walks straight past me and over to my stack of Xbox games.

I can't help but laugh at his attitude. He's so easy to mess with sometimes.

"So who'd you bring home last night? The red head or the blonde?" As I wait for an answer, I pull my phone back out of my pocket, and stare at it intently.

Michael rummages through the games as he thinks it over. My guess is that he can't even remember the night before. Although I can't really blame him. We had a pretty hectic time, but that's a story for another day.

"The red head?" His response is more of a question, but I'll take it since I'm not really in the mood to pester him about it. I have far more important things to deal with than Michael's random hookups — Charlie.

The tweet is already written. Just hit send.

"What're you doing?" I can feel Michael's breath on my neck as he speaks. I swear he has no sense of personal space. "Who's—," I take the chance to stop him before he can go any further. The last thing I need is him snooping around in my business.

"Goodbye, Michael," I mutter, shoving him out of my room and slamming the door shut behind him.

As I lay back on my bed, I take a deep breath and do what I've been trying to do for days. I hit send.

Maybe Liv is right. Maybe if I put myself out there I will get something everlasting in return.

Charlie's Point of View
He did it. He sent the tweet that I found hidden in his drafts a couple of days ago.

To be honest, I tried my hardest to forget about it, to forget he'd ever written it in the first place, but I couldn't do it. I always thought that lightning never struck the same place twice, and yet here I am reading a second tweet from Calum Hood.

There was a chance that the first one was an accident — maybe in an attempt to tweet someone else he accidentally typed my user.

But this? This can't possibly be an accident. He purposely typed in my name and composed another response to my initial sarcastic one — a response I figured would be lost among the millions of others he'd received that day.

I read it over for the third time in five minutes.

@Calum5SOS: @charlieschocofactory we should discuss the location of the key because I'm in desperate need of your help

I know I should probably call Amelia, but she's more than likely already aware of the situation, and for some reason I don't feel the need to talk it over with her this time. I do feel the need to respond though.

@charlieschocofactory: @Calum5SOS i would tell you but then i'd have to kill you

It might not be the best comeback I could've come up with, but it'll have to do for now. I mean the last thing I'd ever do is kill the guy I'm practically in love with.

To avoid going crazy waiting for him to possibly respond, I lock my phone and put it in my desk drawer. There's a major test I have to study for anyways and it doesn't include any material about the members of 5 Seconds of Summer, even know though I really wish it did.

After about twenty minutes of staring blankly at my notes, a vibration erupts from the drawer.

That's not him, I think. Keep studying. It's definitely not him.

The phone buzzes a few more times but eventually stops altogether. I sigh as I focus back on my notes.

After awhile I'm actually able to get through my entire study sheet without one thought about my phone or Calum. Well, I was good up until now.

According to my watch it's already nine o'clock which is insane because I started at six o'clock. I don't think I've ever studied for three hours in my entire life.

That's a new record for me and I think I deserve a reward for that, and it's easy to decide just what that reward should be.

I gently slide open the drawer and pick up my phone. After counting to three, I unlock it.

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ooh little bit of a cliffhanger
omg i cannot believe i haven't updated this since december. i am awful. and i apologize.

this was actually written in the beginning of august but i forgot about it until now. 🙊

hopefully you guys enjoy and still wanna continue on this journey with me 💜

xoxo,
jules