Invincible || C.H.

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|calum|like a month later|2:41 A.M.|

I fucked up. Big time.

Tatum and I just had our biggest fight we've ever had. We've had little fights before, but they had never been over big things like this and it never resulted in Tatum, or either of us really, leaving. We'd usually just go in separate rooms for like ten minutes, twenty max, and then we'd end up feeling really bad and making up quickly. But this fight wasn't like our other fights. It was 100 times worse and more serious.

Just a few hours ago, I had gone out to a club with the guys. Tatum was totally fine with it, and she was gonna be staying at our apartment for the night because Maddy, her roommate, was having her boyfriend who lives in another state stay for the night and Tatum didn't wanna be there in case they 'did the nasty' as she put it. The four of us tried to convince her to come along with us tonight, but she declined because she had a big test in the morning she needed to get rest for.

So we went out, and all was going well. We were sat at a booth in the corner of the club; we were having a great time, just Ash, Luke, Michael and I drinking beers and joking around, the three of them pointing out girls they thought were pretty. While they did that, I stayed quiet, my thoughts only on my amazing girlfriend that I love. A waiter had came round, offering us a round of some type of shots. We all shrugged, saying 'why the hell not?', and downed the shots. The shots just kept coming and soon enough we were all drunk and dancing on top of the bar to songs by Fetty Wap, Chris Brown, you name it and we were probably dancing to it.

Now wait a minute, you might be thinking that while I was drunk, I went and kissed or did other things with a random girl. But that's not the case, thankfully. But what I did really wasn't much better at all.

I had somehow gotten ten times more drunk than the rest of the guys, and after I almost broke my leg from falling off the bar, they decided it'd be best to bring me home. At this time it was about 1:30 am and back at home Tatum was fast asleep. As we drove home, we had the radio on there was some song I didn't know playing. A lyric in it was 'and I'm sick of being used by the pretty girls' and me, being my stupid drunk self, thought that it was some type of magical lyric. So I tweeted it. As you can probably guess, the fans took that as me saying Tatum is using me, like it sounds. So they began to send her tons of hate, more than she had even got when they first found out we were dating.

The fans said terrible things to Tatum, all because of me being drunk and not thinking about the consequences. None of the boys knew I had tweeted it until like 20 minutes after I posted it, if they knew earlier they would've made me delete it immediately. Michael saw the tweet because #tatumisoverparty was trending worldwide. So they took my phone and deleted it quickly, but it was too late.

So when we arrived at the apartment, Tatum was sitting on the couch in the living rom, her arms crossed over her chest and she looked extremely pissed. I was still drunk at this time, and I had barely even registered what I had done, so I exclaimed, "Hey, princess! Shouldn't you be asleep, my little bitty love bug?"

I walked over to where she was sat and slung my arm around her shoulder. I tried to kiss her but she shoved me off. She got up and looked over at the boys and they somehow knew that they needed to evacuate the room right away.

As soon as the boys were out of the room, she began yelling. "What the hell is wrong with you, Calum? Are you a fucking idiot?"

"What are you talking about, baby?" I asked, standing up, but almost right away falling over onto the floor. Tatum sighed and helped me up, sitting me back down on the couch.

She explained angrily what I had done and then proceeded to tell me how dumb I was and how now everyone thinks she's a gold digger. "You know damn well I'm not fucking using you, Calum. What the hell was going through your head?"