Remember// C.H

5) Grieve

The next morning I woke up to Calum right beside morning. I rolled over to him, and he was staring at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

"Just life in general" He answered.

"Oh" I said. "I need to go home" I said.

"Why?" He asked. "I need to take a shower and change my clothes" I said.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I'm dirty Calum, and I look disgusting" I said.

"No you don't. You look cute." I said

I smiled.

"Will you take me to get my car?" I asked

"Yeah, let me take a shower first" he said

He got up, and stretched before grabbing some sweatpants, and a T-shirt. He smiled at me before leaving into his restroom.

I sat up, and sighed. I ran my fingers through my hair thinking about yesterday.

"Hey" a voice said. I looked up, and saw Luke at the door.

I rolled my eyes. "Please go away, before you ruin my day"

"Look, I'm sorry about last night, and I-"

I interrupted him.

"I don't want to hear it" I pushed my hair back out of my face. "You only get one first impression right?"

"Brooklyn" he said

"Leave me alone" I said.

"I just want you to know, that I'm sorry"

I observed him.

He was tall, and wore sweatpants and a muscle tee, different from what he had on last night.

"Ok" I said.

He gave a small smile before leaving the room.

I rolled over on Calum's bed, on my stomach. I checked twitter, and was getting mentioned in tons of tweets.

I clicked on the tweet, and there was a picture of me from yesterday, holding Calum's hand, and another picture of his arm around my waist.

There was a hashtag that said 'stopBrooklynandCalum2014'

"What the hell?" I whispered.

I looked at all the pictures, and tweets that were about Calum and I.

'She's So ugly, why is she even witch Calum?'

'What the fuck is this shit! She's not even pretty, Calum can do so much better'

'Literally barfing over Calum's rendezvous'

'I literally want to punch Calum, and that girl in the face. She only wants Calum for money and fame, she's ugly, and doesn't know how to dress. Anyone with me? If I see her I'm punching her in the face'

I felt my eyes begin to sting.

"Don't cry over them" I said repeatedly.

Why am I crying? I asked myself. I felt heartbroken. I didn't know that this many people, felt this way about me.

Tears began falling one by one. Down my cheeks, and then on to Calum's bed.

"Hey, Hey, Hey. Why are you crying?" Calum asked.

I handed him my phone, and buried my face in his sheets.

"Brooklyn, it's okay" he said. He slowly rubbed my back.

"Sure it is Calum. Everything is fucking peachy right?! It's not okay" I said frustrated.

"Even when your crying, your beautiful too" Calum mumbled.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing" He ran his fingers through his hair, and let out a frustrated sigh. "Brooklyn, seriously"

"Maybe we should just stop talking to each other Calum. That's seems like what's best now." I said.

"Are you fucking stupid" He said. "Your going to give our relationship up, because of some fans?" He asked.

"There is no relationship between you and I! I don't know what you see in me. I Calum Hood, am a Social Casualty, You cannot change me" I said.

"Brooklyn"

"Bye Calum." I said grabbing my shoes, and leaving his flat.

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