God damn it was cold. I was sitting on the freezing cold bench at the freezing cold bus stop in the freezing cold snow. And I was in a great mood. I tucked my soft coat tighter around me, pulling the sleeves over my hands. This bus had better come soon or I'm gonna start walking. I stared down the road, hoping to god that I would see a pair of headlights through the fog. I sighed, my breath swirling out from my mouth, forming a small cloud before disappearing quickly. I leaned back, closing my eyes and crossing my arms. It. Was. So. Cold.
I heard footsteps crunching through the snow and I opened my eyes.
Fuck.
Him.
Why him? Of all people I could get stuck with in a snowstorm, it had to be him.
"Well look who it is," he said, smirking.
Calum fucking Hood. Him and his sharp cheekbones, windswept hair, and sculpted-by-god body. He made me sick.
He sat down way too close, his scent of cigarettes and cologne way too delicious.
"What? You're not happy to see me?"
I stared straight ahead, "Ecstatic."
He chuckled, "I thought so."
God he was such a douche. An extremely attractive douche, but none the less, a douche.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the blowing wind. I glanced over at Calum, my stomach twisting when I saw one of his tattoos peeking out from the top of his shirt. Damn that was sexy. How was he not freezing? He was only wearing a tattered t-shirt, a leather jacket, and black skinny jeans.
"You want to know something?" he said at last.
"Not particularly."
"You're kind of a bitch."
"Well you're charming," I replied, rolling my eyes.
"Just telling the truth," he said, turning away.
How was I the bitch? What did I ever do to him?
Another awkward silence.
"I'd like to know why you think that, considering you're the one who cheated on me," I said, crossing my arms.
He laughed, "You're so adorable, Y/N."
That was it. I couldn't take him. I couldn't take him and his cocky attitude. He thought he knew everything.
I felt my cheeks reddening, and I clenched my fists.
"Now it's your turn to hear something, Calum Hood," I snapped.
He folded his hands in his lap, sitting back with a slight smile on his face, "Please do tell."
"If anyone's a bitch here it's you. You know why? Because I gave everything to you. I thought I loved you. I thought you loved me. I thought that what we had was special, and that it would last forever. You wanna know why? Because you told me. You told me, and I believed you, which was the biggest mistake I've ever made in my entire life. My heart was broken. It was literally broken. I was numb. So fuck you. Fuck you, Calum Hood."
And then we were kissing.
My eyes were still opened wide when he crashed his lips into mine, pulling my body to his. His large hand gripped the side of my face tightly, holding me in place. His other arm snaked around my waist as I tried to get away.
I failed.
Fuck it, I thought.
I threw my arms around his neck and I closed my eyes. My fingers slid into his hair as our lips worked in synchronicity.
"Fuck you, Calum," I breathed through the kiss.
"If you let me take you home, you could," he replied, smirking.
Damn he is smooth.
His tongue slid across my bottom lip before pushing its way into my mouth. He gripped my hips, sliding my body under his. His hand slid under my shirt, his fingers trailing over my bare skin as the cold air sent chills up my spine.
He gave me one last hard kiss before his plump lips started traveling down my neck. I felt his warm breath as he sucked on my skin, his teeth grazing it lightly.
"Calum, what are we doing?" I asked breathlessly, waves of pleasure sweeping through my body.
"I don't know. But god damn I like it," he replied, trailing his tongue up my neck before reconnecting my lips with his.
"Calum I'm serious," I said harshly, pushing him off of me.
He stood up, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I can't do this, I can't be with you after what you did to me."
He looked down and nodded, "I'm sorry. I was just-"
"You were just what?" I demanded.
"I DONT FUCKING KNOW OKAY?" he shouted, kicking over the trash can that stood next to the bench. "I don't know what was going through my mind. I don't know why I did that to you. Because I loved you. Hell, I still do."
My eyes widened as I saw a tear make its way down his cheek. Even after nine months of being with him, I had never seen him this angry, this emotional. His disposition was always so I-don't-give-a-fuck. It was extremely strange to see him so vulnerable. He sniffed and slid his hand across his face, shaking his head.
"Whatever. I deserve this. You need someone better than me," he said, his voice cracking as more tears slid down his cheeks, making dark spots on his t-shirt.
I didn't realize that I was crying until I wiped my eyes. I also didn't notice that Calum deserved to be forgiven until he said those words.
"No," I whispered, striding over to him and wrapping my arms around his waist. Did I ever tell you that I believe in second chances?"
He leaned into my body, his lean frame engulfing my small one. "I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N."
I smiled slightly, "I know."
