Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Stay The Night Baby (C.H)

Calum is always asking me to stay the night and each time I give in. It's getting to the point where I quite literally live at his apartment now, I'm there more often than being home. Mum texts to ask if I'm 'staying at Cal's again tonight' and it's followed of course by a winky face. I'm glad mum likes Calum, dad too, but I'm getting a little worried that they're growing too attached. Just last week dad invited him to the football game and Calum, absolutely full of glee and pride that my dad actually liked him, seeing as my dad had never liked a single boyfriend I'd had, had quite literally bounced on his feet from the excitement and nodded his head vigorously like an excitable pup. Sometimes when thinking of the best way to describe Calum the words 'excitable puppy' came to my mind, the most perfect words to describe him! I love Calum, I really do but I'm starting to worry about where this relationship is heading. At the beginning we both made it clear we were in it for the long run, a long term relationship, as in as long as was possible for us to last. We both were aware that not all relationships stuck having experienced one too many bad relationships. We were the unfortunate duo who always ended up with the bad people; the people who cheated, the people who lied and mostly the people who didn't want the same things as us. My last boyfriend failed to tell me he wasn't looking for anything long term and the one before, who I thought was the one, the one who was ready to go long term and settle, failed to tell me he didn't want kids or marriage too late. And by too late I don't mean I got pregnant, thank god! No I just mean by the time he told me I was already pretty crazy about him which made the breakup that much harder to handle.

Now I had Calum. I remember our first day, the very cliché dinner and I made sure to ask all the questions I would need to ask further down the line. Some were maybe a little too soon. When I breeched the subject of kids and marriage he choked on his water, spluttering and spraying some across the table. Luckily we had finished mains by that point so no spittle was launched into my food. Or his. Not that it would have mattered if he'd spat in his own food. They're his germs after all. I made sure to calm his nerves seeing his veins in his neck and I was sure his head was seconds away from exploding. I expected him to jump up and dash to the bathroom saying he wouldn't be minute, only to find he'd ditched me minutes later. He was frozen to the spot giving me time to explain myself. I was lucky enough that he was cool about the whole thing and understood why I was asking such big questions. Anyway, now here I lay in his large king size bed, the bed itself taking up most of the bedroom leaving only small sections for drawers and a door that led into a large walk in wardrobe. Calum lies beside me snoring softly, laying on his stomach, his arms flung out, one hanging off the bed and the other draped across my bare stomach. After last night's antics I'm not surprised he's worn out. Every time I stay over which isn't too often, what with our busy work schedules, he becomes a whole other person. He's needy, turned on for the longest of times and full of energy oddly enough. I reach across to the little bedside drawers beside me and press the little button on the top of my phone. The screen lights up. 10am. Working life is honestly not fun. I wish I was a teen again, waking in the afternoon and spending the evening with friends. Now I'm lucky if I even get out in the evenings, and only on the weekends when my tired level is just above 30%. The other 70% of me is always so shattered I'm surprised I even have the energy to get dressed up. It's surprising I haven't given up now and just gone out in leggings and a shirt with my hair shoved up and no makeup.

But having Calum gape at me each time he sees me strut out in heels, a dress and my face made up, it's hard not pull together the energy and make the effort. Each time he almost drools as he stares at me with hooded eyes and a smirk. "Don't you look gorgeous," he drawls. He nibbles on my ear, kisses down my neck and breathes in against my collarbone. "Good enough to eat," he mumbles. I grin thinking of every Saturday night out with Calum. As I lay the sun peeks through the curtains as they blow gently in the crisp, warm morning breeze. Every morning I wake up with Calum beside me I anticipate the dreaded conversation. But recently he hasn't brought it up. Mum has though, of course she has. She's always asking and I always tell the same lie, 'I'm just not ready yet.' And most recently I've said, 'and besides, he hasn't even asked me yet.' I can tell mum didn't believe me when I fibbed but she's never poked me for more on the subject. Only the other day did I finally utter the truth, my deepest fears.