You watch him as he taps on "Done" and a saving symbol comes up. He waits patiently, then he places in your hand.
"Try changing you passcode, smart ass." He smiles.
Before you could say something back your phone goes off. Mariah is calling you.
Calums eyes light up. He rips your phone out of your hand again and answers it. Does this guy has any manners?
"Hello?"
You hear Mariah's voice on the phone but it is too unclear to understand what she is saying.
"Uhm -" He turns around to you. "- Yeah, she's right here."
You ask yourself why you let this Calum guy just take your phone. He acts so entitled, like he owns the world. Protective, even though you just met him.
They exchange a few "Okays" and "Alrights" when you hear him say "Don't worry I promise."
He hangs up and looks at you.
"I just talked to you friend Mariah" He is pointing out the obvious.
"You don't say."
"Come on, stop it Y/N"
Your heart stopped at the sound of your name coming out of his mouth. Mariah must have mentioned your name.
"Your friend Mariah says your boyfriend couldn't make it. Although I don't really understand what his problem is." he moans annoyed.
"There are bad people out there and he just decides he has something better to do than to pick his girlfriend up in the middle of the night."
Mariah lied for you. She knows you so well. You thank god for her while Calum is still going on with his rant. He ends his rent with:
"I mean look at you. You're gonna get kidnapped or even worse things could happen."
You look down on yourself and Calum's face looks like he was surprised because of what came out of his mouth.
"Let me guess and you would never ever ever do that." You jokingly say.
"Like I said - never had those kind of feelings for someone but if I did -"
He walks over to the couch and grabs his coat.
"- I would definitely never leave you out there by yourself."
He seems sincere and you have and awkward pause. You didn't really expect him to be that caring. He came off as such a bad guy. You feel your heartbeat increasing.
"I'm driving you home. Do you need something to wear? Are you cold?"
"No, I'm not real -"
"Here" He grabs a black hoodie that is laying on the editing chair and hands it to you."
"It's okay. You can have it." he ensures you.
"I think I'm good." You say throwing it back on the chair.
"Oh god -" He puts his head back and laughs. "- You're one tough cookie, aren't you."
"I don't know" You imitate him saying it.
He raises one eyebrow then grabs the hoodie again, opens it up and places it over your shoulders. You can feel his breath on your forehead. His cologne had a deep wooden undertone and you had trouble breathing. Time seems to have stopped as you glance into those hazel brown eyes of his.
"Well -" He almost whispered. "- Just know that I'm the tougher one." He smirks as he looks down at you.
You don't wanna say anything back cause you know he will always take the upper hand. So you don't.
His eyes on you feel like he could stare right into your soul. It is intimidating and comfortable at the same time. Again, you notice how it takes him so much effort to not only concentrate on your lips. He bites his lips as if it is hard for him to do so.
"Your boyfriend is dumb for letting you out there all by yourself cause now you're in my studio and I now I wanna kiss you." He says slowly. His voice got so deep that it's almost breaking.
His hands are still holding on to the hoodie that is laying on your shoulders as his grip gets firmer and he pulls you towards him not taking his eyes of your lips.
