You stare in awe at the tall, dark and strikingly handsome boy sitting next to you in the drivers seat, completely engulfed in the story he is telling, a big, toothy grin plastered on his face as he recalls the memory. You find yourself getting caught up in all the perfect little details in Calum Hood’s complexion. His razor sharp, prominent cheekbones jotting out, creating shadows, his black, long, beautiful eyelashes, the way his hair is starting to grow long enough to almost fall over his eyes, and most of all, his lips. Full, plump and soft, they seem so inviting, as if they are begging to be kissed. You wonder how they might feel pressed up against yours, imagining the sensation of his rough tongue gently gliding against your own, his pearly white teeth cautiously pulling on your bottom lip, biting it ever so slightly….. “Ashlea?” Calum laughs nervously. You shake yourself out of your trance, blushing in embarrassment by getting so carried away, but you can’t help it. These are the things Calum Hood does to you. “I’m sorry, I was just…..” you trail off, awkwardly waving your hands around, not sure how to end your sentence. “That’s alright” Calum chuckles good-heartedly, his impossibly wide and deep brown eyes seemingly staring into your soul. “Oh, we’re here” you notice, looking outside the window. You have arrived back at your house, signalling the end of your date with Calum. Disappointment spurs through you, making you wish this date could go on forever. “I’ll walk you to your door” Calum volunteers, jumping out of his car before you can politely decline his offer. Your heart is starting to beat more rapidly in anticipation of what might happen next. The infamous “drop off” after a date, which in every romantic comedy you’ve ever watched (and that includes every single one on planet Earth, Mars and Jupiter as well), ends with a good night kiss. This kiss is one you’ve been waiting to receive for a long time, never having the courage to ask Calum out, thinking you never stand a chance. Like seriously have you SEEN the guy? He can have his pick of any number of gorgeous, stunning model girls, but he picked you. He accepted your invitation on a date, and you already can tell that the way you feel about Calum is unlike anything you’ve felt for any other guy you’ve known. You and Calum stop in front of your door and you turn to him, having to crane your neck to look up at his magnificently flawless face. “I had a really good time tonight” you inform him quietly, giving him a warm smile. “I’m glad” he grins back, nodding. His gaze drops to the ground and he bites his lip bashfully, hiding his hands in the pockets of his jeans. You both stand there in silence for a while, and you are afraid it might become awkward. Why isn’t he making a move? you wonder. You keep on looking up at him, his face half illuminated by the street lamps and your porch light while he still avoids your eyes. “So…..” you prompt him, wondering whether maybe you should make the first move. You are after all, are an empowered woman of the 21st century. “So….. Good night. I’ll see ya soon” Calum nods abruptly, pulling you in for a quick and inaffectionate hug, before scurrying away back to his car, which you watch drive away into the blckness of the night, flabbergasted. You stand there for a while, trying to grasp what has just happened, before you carefully pull out the house keys from your purse and unlock the door, slumping against in once you are inside. That may have been the shittiest ending to the most perfect date in the history of romance. What did I do wrong? you desperately wonder, resting your head in your hands. Why didn’t he kiss you? Maybe because he’s not that into you an evil little voice in the back of your mind echoes. You’re afraid it might be right. You recall his reply to your statement of you having a good time. He said “i’m glad”. Not “Me too” or “We should do this again”. Just “I’m glad”. What the hell does that say? Nothing good, that’s what. You should’ve known you weren’t up to Calum Hood’s standards. In comparison to all those other girls, not only at school, but in the 5sos fandom, you don’t stand a chance, and you are deluded for assuming otherwise. You should’ve just….. Your thoughts are interrupted by a careful knock on the door. You freeze, slowly standing up, waiting for a moment before opening the door. Calum stands before you, his expression shy and apologetic, reminding you of a young boy caught for doing something naughty. “Hey. Did you forget something?” you ask. “I…. Kind of….” he stammers, rocking back on his heels, swaying slightly in the moonlight. “I forgot to give you this.” With that, he leans down, pressing his lips aginst yours, taking you completely by surprise. It only takes you a second to adjust and respond to his kiss, wrapping your hands around his sturdy neck, running your fingers through his soft, thick, black hair and along his strong, defined jaw line, cupping his face and pressing it harder into yours. Calum comes up for air, a nervous hint to his expression, as he watches you to read your reaction. “I was kinda too nervous earlier to do that, but I really wanted to, so I came back. I hope that’s ok….” he explains, playing with the hem of his shirt. You feel your heart melt and every part of your body sighing AWWWWWWWWWWW in unison at his cuteness. “I’m glad you did” you reply, before going in for kiss number 2. “I want to do this a lot more. Is that ok with you?” Calum murmurs inbetween pecks. You simply nod, holding him into your embrace, determined to never let go.
