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-Melody's POV

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"I really don't want them to come back." I whispered into Calum's chest as we swung in the hammock.

"I know. But they kinda have to."

"Once I'm 18, I'm gonna leave out of this house. Far away from them." I mumered.

"Well yeh got two more years."

"Ugh... Don't remind me." I groaned.

Calum kissed my forehead,"Once your 18, I'll be right there besides you."

"In our own little flat."

"Yeh, and with a little puppy too."

"A black yorkie phoo named 'Shadow'."

"With big green eyes." He said looking down at me.

"Or brown ones. I like brown eyes." I smiled.

"Yeh? Well I've always been a sucker for green ones."

I made my eyes buldgey, to make them seem bigger, crossing them, "You don't say?"

He mimicked my facial expressions,"Hmmm, I do. "

We both began to laugh at our silliness.

"But seriously. Me and you Cal."

"I'm serious to. Our income will be my FIFA salary."

"Professional?"

"Professional. And my number will be our lucky numbers combined."

"One more years and that dream will come true."

"Or it can come true now."

"Huh?" I asked.

"I'll be 18 in about six month's, and I should be pro by early next year, Dad says." Calum stated.

"Yeah.... But my parents would never let me go. Especially if they knew it was with you."

He let out a loud sigh, "I know.... They hate me."

"Well, I love you."

"I love you too."

I pulled out my phone from my bra.

10:40 pm.

"You should probably start getting home. My parents are gonna be here tomorrow morning...."

"Yea..."

We got up, and slid on our shoes, and walked off the back porch to the door next to the living room.

I opened it, to let him out.... I didn't want him to go, but if my parents knew he was here all the time while they were away, they'd kill me. And him.

"Good night Mel. I love you." He leaned his head in and kissed me.

"Goodnight babes." I kissed back.

"I'll text you once I'm home." He yelled walking to his jeep, blowing me a kiss goodbye.

"Alrighty." I catched it and held the invisible lips to my heart.

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