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89. Fears/Nightmares - Calum

Part 1/4

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Requested by:
@SkyGuysFlick
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Yeah so basically I got all caught up writing shorts yesterday and then my wifi stopped working

ALSO THIS IS THE LAST CALUM PART OF THE BOOK OH MY

Calum (for the last time):
"The end!" Calum snapped the book of fairytales shut.

You yawned and blinked tiredly, "more Cawwy!" You demanded.

He chuckled, "I've already read three and you're tired Pumpkin, I think it's time to go to bed."

"I'm not tired!" You protested, "More, more!"

"I don't think so squish, it's time for you to go to bed," he stood up and put the book down on your bedside table.

"Awwww," you frowned.

He looked over at you affectionately, "we can read more tomorrow," he promised. You were disappointed but if you screamed or cried he would just be angry.

"Tuck me in?" You asked hopefully.

"Of course," he leaned down and began to tuck you in, very thoroughly, making you giggle.

When he was done, and you looked like a burrito, he stepped back and turned off your bedside lamp, "goodnight Y/N, I love you."

"Goodnight Cawwy," you replied, "I wove you too."

He smiled down at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead before walking out of your room, the door closed with a quiet click behind him.

You yawned again and looked around. Everything seemed to be in order, from your little Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles nightlight to your overhead fan being on the right setting, your sleeping conditions were the same as always. Your eyelids drooped as they felt heavier and heavier in the dim room.

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You were sitting on the rug in the living room on the big plush rug coloring with crayons in one of the books Michael got you. Humming quietly, you were deciding what shade worked best with Dora's backpack when someone cleared their throat.

Looking up from your little box of crayons, you saw two feet clad in all black vans. Continuing to tilt your head back, your eyes traveled past the legs covered by skin tight jeans and a tan torso peeking through the holes in an Iron Maiden t-shirt. Past the vast expanses of two large arms, littered with tattoos and crossed over the flat plane of the chest you eventually reached the face of your impossibly tall brother.

He didn't seem quite right. He was too tall, you had to look too far up to see his face, and even that wasn't right. His smile was foreign to you, you knew what Calum's smile was supposed to look like, and whatever Calum that you were looking at was similar, but made you uneasy. The corners of his mouth were pulled too far back giving the gesture intended to give you warmth and comfort a cold, and almost ominous feeling. His eyes were too wide, the pupils focused right on you, and he didn't blink nearly enough.

"Princess!" Not-Calum used your nickname but his tone was detached and made your eyes widen in fear.

"Cawum?" You gazed up at his faux smile with frightened doe eyes.

"Do you want to play a game?" Now he sounded modulated, moving his neck abruptly so that he could look at you better. He blinked tightly and his smile widened a little bit more.

"W-what game?" You stuttered out, leaning away from him.

Not-Calum tilted his head to the side, "hide and go seek."