little sister // calum hood (EDITING)

TWENTY NINE

clara
his lips attached to my neck, and then down to my collarbones before he kissed me on the lips again. he had left multiple love bites all down my neck, and jawline, and my collarbones.

"i have to tell you something." he spoke, looking me in the eyes. he sat up and so did i.

this is it. i thought it would've ended a while ago. but, it doesn't matter now.

"okay." i said nervously.

"okay, so, last night, when you were like out of it, you told me something very important. and, i know you don't remember, but i do and it's been like, i don't know, bothering me since, for the main reason that you don't remember." he ranted.

"calum, just tell me." i said.

"i love you. i've loved you for as long as i can remember. remember the first time we kissed? i do. it was also the first time you fell asleep with me. i felt so proud of myself that day, because i had finally done something. i could've fucked or kissed every single girl, but none of them ever meant as much to me than you do, and none of them ever made me as nervous as you do. i can act like you don't, but you do. you make me so nervous and honestly i'm surprised i haven't done or said anything stupid. look," he took my hand, and placed it on his chest. "you are doing this. that's how nervous you make me. i love you, clara, i love you so much." he whispered. and in 1 small minute, every moment from the last 5 years has replayed over in my head.

"i'm calum, i'm your brother's best friend." he said with a smile.
"i'm clara, i'm your best friend's sister." i smiled back.
-12 years old

"why do you always act so distant around me?" he asked sadly.
"uh, i don't know." i looked down.
"you can talk to me." he said.
"i know." i smiled.
-13 years old.

"so, like, we're best friends right?" i asked him hopefully.
"right." he smiled.
-13 years old

"shhh, you'll be okay. i'm here, i always am." he said as he engulfed me.
"i can't live without her. she was the only one who cared, cal. and she's gone now." i cried.
"i care, and so does luke, okay? this is just as hard for him." he whispered.
"thank you. for caring." i said.
-14 years old

"clara," he knocked. "can i come in?" he asked.
"no." i muttered, but my door opened anyways. "i said no." i sighed.
"you're crying." he said.
"no, i'm just, i-"
"you're crying." he said again.
"and?" i responded.
"well there has to be a reason." he said, and i held my leg out. "clara, there's bruises all over you." he breathed.
"i know, i-i fell." i lied.
"oh?" he said in confusion. "well, are you okay? do you want me to stay here?" he asked quietly.
"please." i whispered.
"okay, i won't leave you. i promise." he said.
-14 years old

i sighed as i leaned my head against the door, listening to the conversation going on.
"i totally fucked her." calum said, and my brother laughed.
"and let me guess, you left the next morning." luke said.
"yeah." he replied.
but i could've sworn he was always flirting with me, wasn't he? or was i just overthinking it.
-15 years old

"hey cutie." he said when he sat next to me, and i smiled.
"hi." i responded.
"how are you?" he asked.
"i'm good, actually." i said.
"good." he smiled.
"why?" i asked.
"because, i don't like when you're sad. it makes me sad." he replied.
-15 years old

"clara, i know something's wrong. please, tell me." he spoke sadly.
"nothing is wrong calum." i looked down.
"you're lying, you always look down when you lie." he cried.
and then, i looked up at him with tears in my eyes, and he hugged me. he hugged me tighter than he ever has.
"it will all get better, i promise." he spoke quietly.
"how do you know?" i choked.
"because, i'll make sure of it."
-15 years old.

"i really like him, carter. i don't know what to do." i sighed.
"just wait, let life do it's thing. i promise, it'll work out." she smiled.
-16 years old.

"why do you do that?" i asked quietly.
"smoke?" he asked, and i nodded. "i only do it when i'm stressed. i can put it out if it bothers you." he answered.
"no, no. it's fine." i said.
"are you sure?" he asked.
"yeah." i said, but he put it out anyways.
"i told you it was okay." i said.
"i still don't want to harm you in the process."
-16 years old

"what?" i giggled as he stared at me, my head in his lap.
"nothing." he said, playing with my hair. "nothing at all."
-16 years old

"i've been waiting so long to do
this." he said, and smashed his lips onto mine, and i immediately kissed back.
-17 years old

"clara hemmings, will you be my girlfriend?" he asked. i raised my head from his shoulder, and i swear i smiled bigger than i ever have.
"yes, i will be your girlfriend, calum hood. but, only as long as you be my boyfriend." i said.
-17 years old

"what would you say, if i were to say, that i-i love you?" i asked, and his eyes widened, the question catching him off guard.
"i would say it back." he answered honestly, and i smiled.
-17 years old

i hugged him and laid my head on his shoulder. "i love you, i love you so much, you don't understand." i said.

"clara, you're crying." he laughed.

"i'm sorry." i giggled, and looked at him.

"i love you." i said.

"i love you." he returned

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FINALLY
im like rlly sorry its been 2 months and im just rlly stressed and busy, like i barely even have time for sleep.

BUT
i finally updated and this is by far my favorite chapter

i also published my michael fanfiction called addictions if you wanna read that, i've been working on that for a while

ANYWAYS ILY ALL SOOOOOO MUCH THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT