"what is he talking about?" calum asked. is this really happening right now?
she looked at calum as confused as he was. "this is timothe." fleur said and he held his hand out to calum but calum just stared at it with disgust and didn't take it. "calum i can explain."
"i need to take a walk." was all he said and pushed past timothe, taking quick steps to get away. calum stuffed his hands in his pockets and tried to cool his hard breathing. she had a boyfriend all this time? how could she do this? why would she say she loves me when she's been with someone else all this time? what the hell?
so many thought ran through calums mind. it was as if his world had came crashing down on him just when it was getting so good.
after walking a bit, he stopped and sat on end of the sidewalk, shoving his face in his hands. calum could feel tears want to come up but he just tried to subside them. he wanted to call luke or michael or ashton but at the same time he didn't. he just had no clue what to do.
calum put his head up and watched car drive by with a big frown on his face. he had to walk back there sooner or later, whether it was to talk about it or just get his car and leave. but he thought the best thing was to figure out the fuck was going on. a 10 minuet walk later, he came back to fleurs house.
the car that was probably timothe's was in her driveway. calum clenched his jaw but knocked on the door. fleur almost instantly opened the door, having a face of guilt. "babe this is such a long and⏤"
"don't call me babe." he said and she looked at him wide-eyed and swallowed her hurt by the comment.
"calum, please listen to me." she begged.
"not when he's here." he pointed at timothe who was sitting on the couch on his phone.
she sighed and nodded, closing the door for a second. he could hear their muffled voices talking. a minute later, timothe came out. "see you later pal." he told calum.
did he really just call me pal?
the two walked back inside fleur's house. she quietly shut the door and looked at the floor.
"so you just thought you could be with two guys?" calum asked looking at her.
"cal⏤"
"no im not done," he talked over her. "i thought you fucking love me? what am i going to tell arabella now when she doesn't see now? i can't fucking believe this." he yelled as he face was becoming hot and his heart was racing out of his chest.
"i broke up with him!" she yelled back with tears in her eyes. "i thought it was obvious that him and i were done a long time ago! i didn't know he thought different. you saw my face!"
"bullshit." calum spat. she walked up to him, putting her hand on his cheek but he grabbed it and moved it away from him. "don't touch me."
"i can explain everything calum, please." she cried looking at him. he looked at her with her makeup ruined face. he softened a bit but was still angry with her. "i'll tell you everything i promise."
he was quiet for a bit and all he could hear was her hiccups from crying. then, the finally answered. "okay."
flashback
"hey, so are you gonna be leaving soon?" timothe asked over the phone. fleur was at the airport with her bags ready to leave to spain. her boyfriend since highschool, timothe was studying in spain for university while she was in america, doing her own thing.
"yep, im at the airport. my flight should be called soon. ugh i can't wait to get on i'm so tired im ready to take a fat nap." she laughed as she looked at the clock in the airport. in about 30 minutes or so, they should be calling her flight.
