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Chapter 14

Colleens P.o.V

6 months later

i was still working as a shitty bartender at starbucks. honestly i was tempted to quit, but i needed the money - so i could keep my apartment and stuff. as i finished creating a latte, i heard the door ring, telling me there was yet another customer, causing me to groan loudly. i handed the plain, and boring cup to the customer, name, 'arzaylea'. im sure she did drugs. i took my mind off the thoughts and spun on my heels - only to face someone i didn't want to, but did and just ugh fuck. i gasped. "oh my god. calum?!" i yell, honestly, i had missed these boys a heck of a lot, but i wanted to seem done. it wasn't a good idea, infact, it brought me deeper into my sadness, and i had a lot more scars now, but beside the point. he smiled, "i wasn't expecting to see you. coll, ive mis-- we've all missed you. we haven't been the same, we are all constantly out of it, sighing and groaning. its horrible. we've just..plummeted into this black hole or sadness." i walked around the counter and embraced him, "I've missed you guys too, you don't understand how horrible its been for me." we left the embrace and cal held my arm, i winced as he squeezed down upon my pretty frequent scars, "wait, what? did i hurt you?" he asked, concerned - quickly removing his hand, "uh, no.." i mumble. he grabbed my hand and gently lifted my sleeve up. "c..coll? what, when?" he stuttered. i shook my head, "it doesn't matter, cal. now, what do you want?" i asked, a lot more angrier than i wanted but fuck it. i pulled my sleeve back down, and went back to my space. "uhh, 4 mocha lattes please." i nodded and spun to start making them. "even after 6 months you've got a great ass." he said, quite loudly. i just giggled, "says" i reply. "wheres the rest of the boys?" i ask, curios as to why just the Asian-looking boy came. "back at mine, we've gotta get ready for our next practice in the studio. i nod, "ah, i'm in here for the next..5 minutes, then im off for 4 days so." i could sense his nod from behind me, "hey, wanna come back to mine after your shift?" he quizzed, out of the blue. "sure." i say, butterflies erupting in my stomach, i was about to go see the 4 people who kept me going through these past couple months, even without them - the memories and jokes, the conversations.i handed him the cup-holder before my alarm rang, notifying me the next member of staff was ready to start their shift, and i could finally finish mine. i threw my apron off an bounced through the small wooden thing they called a door, opening the door for cal and strolling out. i think i had the brightest smile ever on my face, and i don't know why.