belle is back. chapter two cooool. my mum caught my brother and his friends getting stoned in our backyard and he got grounded for three months. my brother is so fucking stupid. but ill write to satisfy you people ??
c a l u m
I read the last of the letter, god how I missed her. She explained everything but I wasn't ready to forgive her, I wasn't ready to go crawling back and just fall in love with her all over again. Everything about Belle just made me love her more. Her dark red hair and those brown eyes, how she always furrowed her eyebrows when she concentrated and when she scrunched up her face in the most adorable way after she would sneeze. How her face would always light up when I promised I would make her morning coffee just the way she liked it. Belle would always get so happy and worked up over the littlest things, how we spent our Friday nights playing Grand Theft Auto in our underwear and how I said yes when she begged me to dance with her on Sunday mornings at the earliest hours. You would think she loved me, but it was all an act. I couldn't blame her, the way she made me feel was astonishing, she loved all the same things as me and loved my favourite bands. Belle would beg me to braid her hair when she got out of the shower on cold nights and she was all cozied up in her jumper and sweats, of course I couldn't say no. I was head over heals, I know I just sound like a teenage girl but honestly I don't care. She's the love of my life and I don't want to move on, I'm going to win her back and make her fall for me. She's going to be so in love that she wont even realise it.
b e l l e
The crowded streets of Sydney were so frustrating, people not caring how they walked as slow as a fucking snail, and letting their kids run wild. I'd had three calls to the wrong number so far by idiots not looking what numbers they were clicking on. I was so done today, it was rainy and windy and my umbrella was barely staying up. I wore layers on layers of clothing, with a large white scarf wrapped around my neck. All I wanted was to go home but I had to be out. Luke had kicked Ashton out, because he was constantly talking on the phone to me, which was making Calum uncomfortable. When Ashton had turned up on our doorstep, soaking wet with his bags under his arms, I just couldn't say no. He had been living on our couch for a week now, and had no surprise caught the flu. Michael was picking up medication for him while I was out now, ordering him a bed. He couldn't sleep on our couch forever and we still had one spare room, Ashton had enough money left from the boys being the opening act at the TMH tour, so he said if I looked for a bed that he would buy it.
I knocked on our apartment door for the 5th time now, hoping for someone to answer it. I had left my keys inside before I left and told Ashton to lock the door. Just as I was about to knock again, the door flung open, causing me to have a mini heart attack. I couldn't believe what I saw.
"Belle." He breathed out.
"Calum." I whispered.
oo cliff hangers. [cassandra ashe voice] secrets, secrets are no fun. secrets are for everyone. im giggling oh my god. bye cuties.
xx belle
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