Unexpected Beginnings {Calum Hood & Luke Hemmings}

Chapter Six

~Crescent's POV~

Scarlet bursted through the door. "CRESCENT!" She yelled running up to me and shaking my arms vigorously. "What?" I asked still half asleep, wrapped in James' arms.

"Robert asked me out!" She said smiling widely.

"And I'm guessing you said yes!" I started laughing."I DID." She screamed jumping up and down.

"AHHHH" I screamed standing up and jumping with her.

"I'm going to leave baby." James yawned placing a hand on the small of my back.

"Okay." I smiled "goodnight."

"Goodnight." He whispered hugging me gently.

After James had closed the door Scarlet started squealing. "He kissed me." She whispered ecstatically."AWH SCARLET!" I fangirled.

"I know!" She smiled and the put her hands up to hide her face. "I'd love to stay and fangirl with you, but I'm exhausted. Goodnight!" I yawned walking off to my room. "Night!" Scar laughed.

I walked into my room and crawled under my comforters. It didn't take long for my eyes to become too heavy.

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****Three weeks later****

I woke up to Scarlet cooking breakfast. I walked to the kitchen to be met with the scent of bacon and eggs. She handed me my plate and a glass of water.

"Thanks." I smiled tiredly and took the food. "Welcome." She sighed going back to the stove. I ate rather quickly, remembering my essay I have to finish. I have to write a 1,000 word essay on fifteen century music. After eating, I washed the dishes in the sink and put them away quickly.

"I'm going out to see Robert for lunch!" Scar smiled before leaving the apartment. "Okay." I said quietly to the empty apartment.

I headed back to my room and plopped down on my bed. I pulled out my lap top and started web searching fifteenth century musicians. Just as I had clicked on a link, an ad popped up. It was of some boy band called Five Seconds of Summer. A picture of them popped up with a link to pre-order their new album. I looked closely and my eyes almost fell out of my head.

James.

Robert.

Zack.

Garrett.

My fingers fumbled across the keyboard as I tried to search the band on YouTube. I found myself watching tons of interviews and music videos. Calum. Not James.. Calum Hood. Why did he try so hard to hide this from me? And why didn't I find out earlier? His Australian accent.. It made him ten times more attractive..

I shook my head and mentally slapped myself for thinking that.

I sent James.. Or Calum.. a text asking him to come over. He replied saying he'd be over in ten minutes.

I didn't try to fix myself up. I stayed in pajamas with no make up and ratty hair. The doorbell rang and I stomped across the cold tile floor. I opened it and let him in. He brushed a hand over my cheek. "You look beautiful"

I just sighed and looked at the ground. "Cress.. is everything okay?" He asked confused.

"Yeah Calum. Everything is fine." I said raising an eyebrow. He stood there with a look of shock on his face.

"Why?" I asked unable to keep the obvious hurt out of my voice. "Crescent.." Calum whispered starting to let his accent show.

"No. It's fine really. I was stupid for thinking I could trust some college guy that I'd only known for a couple months." I laughed breathlessly.

He reached up to brush a strand of hair away from my eyes. "Please.. Give me a chance to explain why-" he said quietly.

"We were going to tell you."

"Well, now you don't have to." I said making eye contact with him "I think it's time for you to go."

"Cress please.." He whispered as his dark eyes began to fill with tears. "Please. Just go. I need time to think and figure this out." I said barely audible, closing my eyes as a migraine started.

He nodded and walked out the door, like a scolded puppy. I closed the door softly behind him. I don't know why this is hurting me so badly.. Maybe it's just the fact that he hid something so big from me..

A whole different life.

A huge part of him. I feel like I fell for a completely different person than Calum Hood. It's like falling in love with a book character.. When you're finished with the book you realize it's all fake. That you don't stand a chance with him, because he's not even there. That's pretty much how I feel. Like James Ken was a fictional character that I fell for. Not Calum Hood. A well known band member.

I decided to call Scarlet.

"Hey." I sighed. "Hey. What's up?" She asked confused. "Come back to the apartment. I need to talk to you." I sighed "and don't bring Robert." It felt weird calling him Robert when I now know his real name is Luke.

She arrived close to twenty minutes later and rushed in the door.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Here." I said handing her the lap top and pushing play on the interview. She sat at the table and watched all the interviews I had set up for her.

"Luke.." She whispered "it all makes sense.."

"I know. It's a mess." I whimpered. "Have you talked to Ja- erm.. Calum?" She asked with teary but determined eyes. "Yeah." I muttered. "And?" She asked.

"Nothing. We talked and I asked him to leave. I told him I needed to think." I mumbled.

"Why? Is it because they didn't trust us?" She asked. "I don't think that's it.. There's nothing to trust us with. I can't figure out why they'd hide such a big part of them from us." I sighed.

"I'm just going to go to bed." Scar sighed letting out a small sob. "Okay." I grumbled.

I walked to my room and finished my essay before taking a quick shower. I stood there with my head against the shower wall, keeping my eyes shut and letting the warm water run down my aching body.

"Why? The asshole." I whispered through tears.Maybe I'm overreacting a bit.. But when I fell for him I felt complete. I know it's very cliché, but it's true. Now I feel like that other half is gone.

It's a weird and uncomfortable feeling anymore...

Like I don't have James. Which I guess I don't. Calum. That names is attractive though.. I shook my head. I don't know what to do. How is a person supposed to react to this?

I dried myself off from my shower and slipped some pajamas on before forcing myself to lay down, even though I wasn't tired. It was a restless night. I didn't catch a wink of sleep.