Learning to punch

Chapter ~ 14

Tango ||Xavier Coles

A modern mansion museum. Callum's house was architecturally beautiful, Sharp edges, tinted glass and concrete walls. I feel like I've seen this house on an episode of Grand Designs. Callum was the one to drag my gaping jaw through the house, leaving a trail of drool so I knew how to find my way out again.

The house was cold, expensive looking paintings and pieces of art decorated the house, it felt as if I was walking through a museum. I haven't seen any family photos or anything really to indicate a family lives here.

Well that was until I reached Callum's side of the house, which was the third floor. It was basically a spacious one bedroom apartment, just as his bedroom. Trophies of all different sizes lined up on part of the wall most, if not all of them for football and other sporting events, photos lined the wall which basically was a timeline from when he was young to recently. A desk with a three large computer screens pushed up to the same wall.

Im guessing his king sized double bed was pushed up to the opposite wall that had a bloody fish tank at the end of it plus a tv. Bloody hell, how rich is Callum?  I know he had money but damn.

"Your room is awesome" I mutter awed by the size. My voice was drowned out by a low rumble of thunder and heavy rain that pelted the roof. "You okay?" I questioned walking awkwardly to his bed where he was curled up his hands covering his face.

"I'm a fucking embarrassment. Crying like a child over a stupid storm" Callum grumbled, Mother Nature obviously didn't like the insult and showed it with a loud thunder crack.

"The boss upstairs doesn't agree" I joked scratching the back of my neck, feeling out of place standing at the side of his bed. "Everyone has their fears. I mean, I almost have a heart attack every morning I walk passed a mirror"  I  muttered, earning a chuckle. Self deprecation, works wonders on getting a laugh.

Callum shuffled backwards, before patting the bed, silently offering me a seat, which I accepted. Callum obviously had other ideas, as an arm wrapped it self around my waist, pulling me down so I was laying down beside him, his bicep turning into a pillow.

"Thank you" Callum said softly after a silence that shockingly wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be, considering he was basically spooning me. Not that I'm complaining at all.
"I haven't done anything" and it's the truth, I haven't done in comparison, he helped out a lot with the gym and stood up for me a few times. I only drove him home.

"For being you" he muttered, which didn't do much in answering why he is thankful for me but I let it slide, allowing silence to wash between us, as a storm raged outside.

I wasn't sure when I fell asleep but when I came back to reality, Callum's head was on my chest, his arm wrapped around my waist and his body curled into my side. I could still hear it rain outside but there was no thunder so I'm guessing the brunt of the storm was over. I glanced at his bedside table where the small alarm clock flashed the time.

Two hour nap, not bad considering I'm one of those people who can't sleep at other people's houses. Apart from the lack of friends I've had growing up, sleepovers were something I never could do. If it was my house sure but anywhere else and i would have no sleep that night.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket notifying me that I have a message, I'm guessing from my one of my parents.  Fishing my phone from my back pocket, i cringed at the slightly blinding light of my screen.