Fall for you ϟ hoodings

Chapter 29

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~|Luke’s POV|~

I woke up the next morning, chirpy and happy.

But then I remembered what happened last night at 2am. Calum was twitching for some reason and he was sweating terribly.

Then I heard him call my name a few times. It all ended up being a nightmare, but he looked so terrified. I honestly broke my heart.

I roll out of bed, rubbing my eyes and stretching, being the quietest, trying to not wake up Calum. He needs his sleep. Especially when tonight he’ll be making loud noises and possibly waking up the whole neighbourhood.

But let’s not say anymore about that for now.

Today we are meant to all catch up again and do some writing, since we haven’t in so long.

I make my way towards the kitchen, setting out the ingredients to make a lovely English breaky for my dear one and only.

Cal.

I set out the eggs, cracking them against the bowl, then carefully pressing my thumbs inside the egg, and pulling apart the egg shell.

I know Calum loves his scrambled eggs.

After I mixed up the eggs, I took the bacon out of the fridge and cut the fat off it.

I put them in two different pans, and turned on the oven, and started cooking.

Suddenly, I felt muscular arms wrap around my waist from behind, and feel a chin lightly press on my shoulder.

I blushed slightly at the feel, and then grazed my fingers over the top of his hand.

“Morning,” Calum muttered in a rather husky and muffled voice. He sounded very sexy.

“Morning babe. I kind of wanted to make your breakfast before you woke, but I guess it’s too late now. Why’d you wake up?” I ask, and I turn around so I’m facing him, still in his arms.

“The part you were sleeping in felt cold.” he answered, kissing my lips lightly.

I kiss back, about to pull away and continue cooking, when he bits my lip, making me open my mouth. Calum slides his tongue in and continues kissing me. I try to pull away, but there’s no use.

Eventually when I pulled away, I kissed his cheek, then turned back around to continue cooking, when I realised that I had burnt the bacon.

Well done, Hemmings.

Or should I say,

Well done, hood.

For distracting me from my cooking. Now you’ll have burnt bacon for breakfast, or just eggs and toast on their own, which preferably would taste much better with bacon.

“Look what you made me do!” I frown, as I serve his breakfast on a plate, and then give it to him. “You made me burn your bacon.”

He laughs quietly, then digs in.

“It probably tastes terrible,” I mumble, watching Calum eat.

"Nothing would taste horrible if you made it," Calum replies. "Or had part in it."

I laugh at his terrible flirtatious joke. He winks at me, and then continues to eat his breakfast I made him.

~*~

“What took you guys so long!!?” Ashton shouts as Calum and I enter the room.

“Sorry. Someone over hear couldn’t decide what to wear today,” I nudge Calum.

“Sorry! All my clothes were dirty, and my favourite top had a rip in it!” Calum defends.

“I wonder why it had a rip in it,” Michael smirks. Calum laughs, while my eyes are on edge of falling out of my eye sockets.

“Dick.” I mumble, sitting down with them, and taking a piece of paper out of Ashton’s hands.

~*~

After a long day of singing and song writing, Calum and I both sluggishly opened the door and stumbled down the hallways to get to our room.

My legs were hurting, but it wasn’t enough pain for me not be able to pleasure Calum.

I walked into Calum’s room, seeing him lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

I tiptoed over to the bed, and crawled on top of him.

“Oh hi,” Calum whispered. “Hey,” I replied in a whisper also.

“What are you doing?” Calum asks. “Starting round two,” I answered, as I pressed a small kiss on Calum’s lips.

“Oh how could I ever forget?” Calum grabs my shoulders and slams his lips back onto mine.

We continue to do this progress, until it started getting heated.

I throw my shirt off, letting it sprawl on the ground somewhere, ripping Calum’s shirt off too.

I accidentally ripped some of it, but that that point we didn’t care.

I was about to pull down Calum’s jeans, when we heard a knock at the door.

I groaned, then rolled of Calum walking to the door. I didn’t bother putting on a shirt.

When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Michael and Ashton standing there in thick coats and beanies.

“Oh. Did we interrupt something?” Ashton asked when he saw that Calum was wearing, yet another ripped shirt.

“Uhm...no,” I shrugged, knowing that I had just lied to my best friends.

“Well to me it looks like we did, because your lips are swollen, and Calum’s lips are red. Are we missing out on something here?” Michael steps inside our house, and sits down.

“N-no,” I reply, stuttering a bit. Calum looks over at me and bits his lip.

“You sure? You know you can tell us,” Ashton adds.

“Okay fine,” I bite my tongue, knowing what I had just said.

“Oh really, explain,” Michael suddenly gets more interested in the conversation.

I look over at Calum, who is slightly grinning.

“Uhm. As you both already know...Yes I am gay. And I’m proud to be, since I’ve now got a lovely boyfriend over here. His name is Calum hood,” I say, walking over to Calum, and pressing a kiss to his temple.

“KNEW IT!!” Ashton screams. “What? How?” I ask. “Uhm...no reason,” Ashton looks over at Calum and bits his lip, nervously.

“Okay?” I furrow my eyebrows.

“Now you’ve got to tell us what we interrupted.” Michael smirks.

Fuck.

I go a deep shade of red, and I feel Calum’s body starting to boil up in embarrassment.

“We uh...um...” Calum trails off. “Okay we know. You guys were going to fuck, but we came at the wrong time,” Ashton giggles.

“Is that why you said your shirt was ripped? Because Luke was frantically taking it off?” Michael laughs, as I nod slightly.

This is so embarrassing oh my god.

“Shut up,” I blush. “Now tell us why your here,” I watch Calum sit down, and walk over to him and sit down in his lap, cuddling his neck.

“Okay.” Ashton replied getting comfortable.

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