Imagine if Calum found out about *mumbles the word*
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The chilly air gave you goosebumps as you stood at the curb waiting for Calum to pick you up. But as always he was late which left you grumbling about the weather. A drop of water hit your arm and you could tell it was beginning to pour. It was light at first, but it quickly grew pouring and soaked your clothes. When he pulled up he saw that you were soaked to the bone so he got out and put his jacket on your shoulders. "Sorry, my car broke down," he confessed.
"You could've called," I replied.
"My phone died Y/n I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, but we can't go out looking like this. Why don't we just order takeout and eat at my place?"
"I'd like that," he grinned.
I got in the car and we went to get burgers and fries from In-and-Out. Then, you went back to your place and went inside. Quickly you ran upstairs to get some dry clothes, while Calum got the extra clothes he has at my house for times like this. Once you were dressed in your most comfortable clothes you walked downstairs and got out two plates for dinner. "Calum!" You called.
"I'm right here," he replied, "By the way you looked beautiful in the rain."
You blushed slightly embarrassed since you sort of harsh to him. He pulled out your chair so you could sit down then he went around and took his seat. He handed you your sandwich which you gratefully took. After dinner both of you went upstairs and went to bed, Calum discarding his shirt. You were wearing long sleeves all day, and you changed in private. You crawled into bed and fell asleep quickly.
You woke up with a sudden urge one that you regretted even trying. Tip toeing out of the bedroom downstairs, you went to the couch and felt behind the cushion. A wrapped item was behind the cushion and you pulled it out knowing that it was what you were looking for. Without tearing the covering you removed it and lairs it on the counter, revealing a knife. If your wondering where you got the knife it was from the kitchen, but you knew Calum wouldn't notice it was missing. Slowly you eased the knife firmly against the skin and pulled the knife across the section of skin, which left a large cut on you arm adding to the other many cuts that were scoured over your arm. The warm blood trickled down your forearm and fell into the sink. It felt good to watch it fall down your arm and hit the sink, you liked watching it spread. It was like a painting. "Y/n what are you doing?" A sleepy voice murmured in the background.
"Shit," you mumbled under your breathe.
"Babe is something wrong?" Calum asked concerned for your well being.
"Nothings wrong just got up to get some water."
"Okay," he walked closer to you and wrapped his arms around you.
He unclothed arm brushed the fresh blood, he pulled away and looked at his arm. "Babe?" He questioned fully aware of the circumstance.
You didn't answer afraid he'd do something to you, but his words were far from harsh. "Y/n please stop this it hurts me to see you like this," Calum confessed.
"I'm so sorry, I'm not sure what came over me when the thought creeped in," you replied.
"If you don't stop I swear I'll cut my arms, thighs, anywhere to get you to understand how badly it can hurt others-"
"Calum I get it and I will stop it just takes time."
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Question is there anything you want me to try to write that could possibly end well or it could end badly?
Any imagine requests?
This is not on Instagram if that's where you normally read my imagines!
Anyways you amazing
