Skaters (A Calum Hood Fanfic)

Late Night Secrets

WARNING: This chapter is a little darker than what I have written before...

        We all finished dinner around midnight and I headed to Calum's room.  My bags were still at the foot of the bed, neatly laid out.  I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste from a duffel bag and walked over to the door, closing it after looking down the hallway.  Quickly I stripped off my t shirt and shorts and looked around for my pajama top.  "Where are my clothes?" I whispered to myself.  While rummaging through my bags, I barely noticed the bedroom door open.  I whirled around to see a very shocked Calum.  I screamed and pulled on Calum's tank from yesterday.  "Calum!" I hissed.  "Don't you knock?" Calum moved his eyes to the ground and made his way to the bathroom.  

        "Um, that’s my shirt," Calum smiled, looking back at me.  I scowled and threw my shorts at his head.  Calum ran into the bathroom before I could get to him.  "Hey this is my room anyway!" Calum argued from behind the door.  I shook my head and cleaned up my stuff.  After putting away my clothes I made my way to the bathroom.  Opening the door, I revealed a half naked Calum standing in front of the sink, brushing his teeth.  I paused and instantly felt my cheeks redden.  "Do you need the sink?" Calum asked, his toothbrush still hanging from his mouth.  

        "Uh yeah," I stuttered, and stood next to him in front of the counter.  The bathroom mirror forced me to look at the tan, toned chest beside me.  

        "You know staring is rude," Calum joked.  I raised an eyebrow.  

        "I could say the same for you a minute ago," I said back, earning a smirk from him.  "And it would help if you had a shirt on," I added.  Calum flashed a soapy smile and took the strap of the tank that hung loosely on my shoulder.  

        "You can always give me back my tank," Calum said innocently.  I rolled my eyes.

        "Nope, I take it back.  You're perfectly fine," I said, pressing the fabric closer to my chest.  Calum chuckled.  

        "Nice underwear by the way," he added, walking out of the bathroom.  I looked down and pulled the shirt lower on my legs.  I turned off the light in the bathroom and walked into the dark bedroom lit only by Calum's phone.  I climbed into the bed beside Calum who was scrolling through Twitter and turned to face him.  "So remember that bet we had?" Calum asked, looking down at me.  I sighed.  

        "You want to do that now?" I looked at his phone.  "It's 1 AM!"  

        "Hey! You said relevant questions, not relevant times," he replied.  Calum sat up and grabbed all of the pillows and pulled off all of the covers.  

        "What are you doing now?" I asked after Calum made me sit up and took my pillow as well.  

        "We're going to be up for a while so we better get comfortable," he said, throwing everything onto the floor.  He jumped off of the bed and made a small fort thing out of the pillows, beanbags and blankets.  He sat down in the middle of the floor and looked around, fully impressed with his product.  "Well, aren't you going to join me?" he asked, motioning to the space beside him.  I smiled and walked over to him, taking a seat next to him.  We laid back, facing each other, with our legs intertwined between us.  Calum grabbed a blanket and covered our legs with it.  "So, ready for your interview Ms. Y/L/N?" he asked.  I shook my head.  

        "Only if you can handle the truth," I said back.  Calum chuckled and thought for a moment.  

        "I'm trying to think of a good first question.  Something deep and insightful.  What's your favorite color?" he said, leaning forward.  I chuckled.