social casualties | 5sos au

Chapter 09 {By Ramey}

I put the pizza in the right way and sit on the counter waiting for it to be ready.

All of a sudden, Michael walks in.

"Uh hey, Mikey?" I say.
 
He was breathing really fast.

"Hey Rylie what's up?" He asks.

"uh...nothing. Just, why are you here?" I laugh.

"Oh, do you want me to leave?" He asks.

"Oh no, that's okay I'm just wondering." I smile.

He smiles.

"Uh." He walks over to where I'm sitting on the counter and puts his arm on one side of me.
  
"Just..uh..." He was strained.

I was kind of confused.

All of a sudden, Calum bursts in and Michael removes his arm from my side.

"What's up guys?" He smiles but seems to send a forced smile to Michael.

"Oh, nothing we were just talking." Michael says. "Right Rylie?".

"Uh not really. You were just doing a lot of 'uhhhh.'" I mock him.

He blushes as he scratches his arm.

I look over to Calum, who is smirking.

"Well me and Rylie made plans to go somewhere...right, Rylie?" Cal says, pulling the same "Right, Rylie?" Trick on me that Michael did.

"Uh,not that I know o-" I'm cut off mid sentence by Calum dragging me out of my house.

"I didn't know we made plans Calum?" I say in confusion.

"Now you do." He says as he holds my hand and leads me down the street.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask.

"You'll see." He says.

"Cal, I'm only in my pajamas." I tug on his arm but it does nothing.

"You still look good." He smiles at me.

"Calum what's going on?" I ask still trying to pull away from his grip.

"Don't worry about it." He chuckles, "Stop struggling you're gonna hurt-".

I'm free of his grip and I hit the ground with a thud.

"-Yourself." He sighs. "Stand up. What did you hurt?" He asks.

He offers me a hand to get up but I glance at my hands to see them bleeding, so I pass up his offer and stand up on my own.

"Where does it hurt?" He asks, examining my hands.

"My back." I hiss through the pain.

"What part of your back?" He asks.

I turn around and I hear him say "oh".

I turn my head to see my shirt was stained in red at the bottom.

"You had a hard fall" he says as he leads me to Ashton's house.

As we enter the door I see Ashton, Luke, Michael, and Neptune all talking.

"Look who's back, where have you two- oh my god what happened?" Michael gasps.

"She fell." Calum explains.

"Woah woah woah, is she okay?" Neptune worries.

"Yeah I'm fine don't worry." I say and Calum helps me up the stairs into a room that had nothing but a bed and a nightstand.

He shuts the door behind him and sets me on the bed.

He opens the drawer to the nightstand and pulls out a first aid kit after scrummaging around for a while.

He opens it and pulls out some disinfectant wipes and wipes down my hands.

I hiss in pain.

"I'm sorry." he says cautiously and tries to be as general as possible.

He grabs my right hand and holds it up to his view. He wipes it carefully, starting at my fingers.

He looks at me and we connect eyes for what seems like hours, though I'm sure it was only a few seconds. He gulps before tending to my hands again.

Once they're both wiped up, he puts some bandaids on the big cuts that were making me bleed.

"Turn around." He says in a quiet voice.

I turn around and sit cross cross on the bed.

He lifts up the bottom of my shirt and begins wiping my scrapes, which hurts a lot more than the cuts on my hands.

"Calum?"

"Yeah?"

"Where were you taking me?" I ask.

"I don't know." He sighs.

He pulls a very long cloth out of the medical aid box and begins wrapping it around my stomach and back.

He pulls my shirt back down and helps me get off of the bed.

"Your shirt is soaking." He says.

"Yeah I'm gonna go change at my house." I smile towards him.

"No, you can..you can have my shirt" he says, already removing it and handing it to me.

"Cal, you don't have to. I can just go change at home." I reassure him.

"Please, you can keep this one. We were expecting you guys to stay for a while longer anyways." He insists.

I sigh and look at the clock on my phone.

It was 7:48. Already getting late.

"And do what?" I ask.

"Sing." He smiles.

"Fine. But, after that song we're leaving." I say.

"Don't you like spending time with me?" He asks, making a pouty face.

"Yeah of course. It's just getting late." I say.

He smiles very wide.

"Oh, and by the way I don't sing." I say.

"Then what do you do?" He asks, head tilted to the side.

"I drum."