Invincible || C.H.

7

|calum|almost a month later|

A month. An entire month has passed since the night I fucked everything up. Since the night I took the most important thing in my life for granted. And the worst thing is that I haven't even done anything. I haven't tried to call her, text her, see her. I've barely left the house. All I've done is lay in bed, moping and feeling sorry for myself. For the first week, the boys were really supportive. Always checking in on me and telling me it'd all be okay, that she'd come back. After a while, they got sick of me being all depressed. They told me the truth, that me not leaving my room ever isn't gonna get her back and if I want her back I have to work for it. They're right.

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After spending hours and hours planning everything on how to get her back, my plan has finally come together. Now all I have to do is work up the courage to get out of my car. I am sitting in the parking lot in front of Tatum's dorm building. My palms are sweating and my stomach feels uneasy; what if she doesn't forgive me? What if she has decided in our time apart that she doesn't want just a break, that she wants to be done for good? I can't even imagine how that would feel, to hear her say those words. My heart would break into billions of pieces and fall right at her feet.

"You got this, Calum. Don't doubt yourself for a second, just win her back. You two are meant to be," Luke's words from the pep talk him, Ash, and Mikey gave me just before I left the apartment, echoed in my mind.

Repeating the words, I finally worked up the courage to get out of the car. I grabbed my guitar from the back and walked into the building, passed the couches and tables filled with college students, laughing, studying, eating, you name it. I felt like everyone's eyes were on me as I walked through the lobby, making it feel like the walk to the elevator was miles and miles long. And the elevator ride felt even longer.

I eventually found my way to Tatum's door. The door had become familiar, the two decorated pieces of paper, one with Tatum's name and one with Maddy's. I had been here countless times, standing outside the door, but never have I felt the way I do right now as I stand outside the dorm.

Taking a deep breath, I finally knock gently. I hear muffled noise through the door and soon enough the door is opened, revealing Maddy. She looked really surprised to see me. She turned around and looked back at me with a confused look. "Calum? What are you doing here?"

"Is she here?" I asked, ignoring her question.

She sighed, looking back once more, and then stepped aside. I looked inside and saw Tatum. She was laying on her bed, earbuds in and a journal in her hands. She didn't notice I was here just yet, she was too focused on her journal, in which she was writing on. To anyone else, she may have looked like a mess. Her hair was in a bun, an extremely messy one. She had bags under her eyes and her skin wasn't it's usual tan color. It was pale, as if she hasn't seen sun in years. But I wasn't just anyone else, I was a boy who was madly in love with this girl. She may look like a mess, but she looks like the most beautiful mess I've ever seen.

"Tatum?" I spoke a little louder so that she could hear me over her music, but I still don't think she heard me. I sat down on the side of her bed and she looked up at me. Her eyes went big and she quickly shut the journal and took her earbuds out.

"Calum," she said slowly. "What- what are you-"

I cut her off. "I love you so much, Tatum Noelle Shepherd and I made the biggest mistake that night last month when I let you leave without chasing after you."

She looked at me intently, searching my eyes with scrunched up eyebrows.

"I'm gonna go to the library," Maddy said awkwardly. She quickly grabbed her bag and then exited the room. I looked back to Tatum and she was still looking at me the same.