The Internship•Calum Hood AU

7•"is that your girlfriend?"

I whipped my head round to face whoever it was whispering in my ear. I turned to face Calum, his dark eyes were glittering and his pupils were big, not like the way we was with Nia.

I unintentionally examined his face for a few seconds,absorbing him up close and under the dazzling,jumping neon lights.

As I reached his plump pink lips I could faintly spot the smudged purple lipstick around his chin and upper lip. I push away my disappointment when Ashton coughs to make me spit out a response.

"Em I'm dancing with Ashton now" I said and although I would of took Calum's offer in a heartbeat he can't deny the chemistry between him and that girl, and I was not being the centre of their drama on this tour.

"It's fine Cindy I'm gonna go find Michael, he said he would buy me peanuts" Ashton drones in and I sigh internally at him for ruining my excuse.

As he darts off Calum raises his eyebrows at me and I simply look at my feet. As if no words are needed he slips his hands on my waist and pulls me forward gently, I place my hands on his shoulders without thinking and we sway lamely to the fast music.

I don't know whether the alcohol, Calum's cologne or his touch on my body is causing the lightheaded feeling where I feel as if my limbs are weightless, I can't pinpoint it but I'm certainly drunk or drunk on Calum there isn't a doubt about that.

Words aren't spoken as he gazes into my eyes and embarrassingly I feel as if he can see my thoughts. The group of girls on a hen night dancing wildly disappear, the group of students grinding with the cringe clear on their peers face disappear and even the music fades away from me as I am completely infatuated with the moment.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispers almost silently but I still hear him, he places his hand on my chin ignoring my response as he slowly brings his plump pink lips towards mine.

"N-no you cant" I whisper not wanting him to hear it. He looks at me for some sort of reason and I dart my chin away from his touch.

"Your dating that girl" I continue and he pulls a face and laughs loudly,breaking the trance between me and him.

"No I'm not! She's just a girl from tour" he replies immediately knowing what I mean.

I know for a fact that he is lying, you can't deny the sparks that I witnessed first hand. But my body pulls me forward and my heart is pounding for his touch,drowning out my warning thoughts.

"Okay" I whisper almost inaudible and he returns leaning into me slowly.

As my eyes flutter shut he kisses me slowly and sweetly, I can barely feel his lips brush against mine but as he pushes himself into me my worries melt away.

He tastes like vodka,alcohol and the alarming aroma of mint gum he always wafts around with him. On the edge of his lip as we deepen our kiss I can taste the waxy taste of lipstick. Her lipstick.

I replace my anger with lust and as he enters my mouth and explores it with his tongue I slip my tongue over his lip and he grasps me tighter.

He stifles a groan as I bite his lip and we soon break apart to take a breath. Caught in heat in the middle of the dance floor, he tucks my hair behind my ear and we're interrupted with the voices and shouts of girls.

"Oh my god is that Calum!" One shouts

"Who is she?" Another one asks

"Calum can we get a photo!" Another annoying voice pipes in.

Calum turns around to try and detect who's speaking and forcefully pushes me away as he wipes his hands on his jeans that were resting on my hips, like trying to get rid of evidence.