The Book of One-Shots | One Direction & 5 Seconds of Summer.

Chapter 8. (Calum.)

I sigh and walk up the sidewalk of my house, heading to the front door.

I reach into my bag and pull out my house keys, quickly unlocking the door before stepping inside, sighing as the cool air hits my skin.

"Finally fucking home.." I groan to myself.

I shut the door behind me and automatically roll my eyes as I hear my brother and his fucking friend upstairs laughing.

I set my bag down onto the chair that's parched next to the couch in the living room, then make my way upstairs.

Where the fuck are they? Why the fuck are they laughing? And why in the fuck is my door wide open?

I rush up to my room, standing in the door way to see what sort of fuckery is happening in my room.

"What the hell are you guys doing?!" I shout as I see my older brother looking through my stuff as well as Calum, my brother's best friend looking through...My underwear drawer?

What? The fuck?

"I was just looking for batteries, chill out!" My brother says as he continues to snoop through my shit.

"I don't have any, get out." I reply, crossing my arms over my chest.

He rolls his eyes and walks out, Calum turning around and doing the same, but with a smirk on his face.

The fuck is he smirking at? And what the hell was he putting into his pocket?

Whatever, fuck it. I just want them to get out of my room so I can sleep.

I slam the door shut as he exits my room and walk over to my bed, taking off my pants, then collapse onto my mattress. 

And before I know it, I'm fast asleep.

...

A few hours later, I get woken up by a knock on my door.

I groan and spread my arms out along my bed, feeling around until I finally find my phone.

I unlock it and flinch as the bright light of it illuminates my room.

I sigh, rubbing my eyes before checking the time on my phone. 

"Who in the fuck is knocking on my door at midnight?" I mumble, tossing my phone to my side, then getting up to go see who wants to bother me at this time.

Hopefully it's not a fucking serial killer or something...And I hope I did not just jinx that.

Right as I place my hand on the handle of the door, the person who decides to wake me up at this time knocks once again.

I suck in my breath and hold it in as I quickly swing open my door.

The person swiftly steps inside, shuts the door, then places its hand over my mouth before pushing me up against the wall.

I furrow my eyebrows and begin to squirm around, trying to push this dude off of me, but it doesn't really work out.

I can't see a damn thing since it's dark, but I feel this anonymous persons lips trail onto my cheek, down to my neck, softly pecking it, then pressing their mouth against my ear.

"Calm down, it's just me.."

Calum..It's just Calum.

"What are you doing?" I say faintly after he removes his hand that was covering my mouth.

"Dunno. Just got bored." He simply says, running his fingers through my hair.

"What's up with you? You're very..Touchy feely." I mutter, attempting to look up at him, but again, I can't see a damn thing.