Remember// C.H

21) Wounded Healing

~Brooklyn

'BANG BANG BANG'

I hear a pounding at my door jolting me out of my monotonous slumber.

'BANG BANG BANG'

I groan annoyingly looking at the click beside my bed. 2:33 am

I pull my my long messy hair to the side, and groggily get out of bed.

'BANG BANG BANG'

Another pounding at my door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I shout sleepily.

I stand on my tippy-toes looking in the peep hole.

There is a person standing there, but I can't make out the face because it's pitch black, thundering, and raining.

I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding while the person banged on the door for like the 12th time.

I opened the door, and quickly regretted it. There stood Calum; his face indignant at the sight of me.

"Are you serious Calum?" I questioned rolling my eyes.

"I just couldn't stop thinking about you" he said wearily.

"Me?" I cross-question "I think you must have myself mistaken for Quinn"

"Brooklyn, I'm begging you-"

"Ha, begging me?" I interrupt him.

"Yes" he sighed "Can I please come in?"

I nodded my head, and shut the door after him.

"Thank you"

"Whatever" I said grabbing an overthrow blanket from the futon, and wrapping it around my now freezing body.

I sat down on my couch, as Calum sat down on the other end.

There was a lingering silence. I yawned getting tired of waiting for him to speak.

"Are you going to speak or what? Because then I can get back to sleep"

"Oh, yeah, I've been thinking a lot. And when I mean a lot, I mean a lot."

He continued speaking.

"I just couldn't face the fact that Quinn would never be coming back, and it took you to help me realize that. I shouldn't have asked you why you weren't her. That was a dick move of me, and I'm sorry. I realize we fight over everything, considering we both are very stubborn people. We fight over the stupidest shit, and I get mad as hell at you, and vice versa. But I don't know what makes me crave you more. I don't know if it's my mind or my heart telling me to always come back to you, but somehow I always end up here. Brooklyn I am so much in love with you, and no one, not even myself can explain how much I love you. I feel like my heart is breaking because I want to tell you, but I can never do that. Brooklyn, you make me so nervous. When I'm around you I constantly smile, and my hands get sweaty. Yeah this may sound girly, but I do get butterflies in the bottom of my stomach when you smile at me. Your long hair, gorgeous eyes, fit body, gorgeous smile, and the way you dress have me falling for you every fucking time. You constantly make me wonder where the day went. Dammit Brooklyn, please make me stop feeling this way. I just can't bare the fact that I keep constantly making you mad, or hurting you. I love you too much, and we both keep making mistakes with each other. I just fucking need you, love. You are constantly running through my mind, and I'm just so afraid of hurting you Brooklyn, because you are such a fragile person. I need you in so many ways, and I'm just so frustrated with my self because I'm a fucking screw-up when I'm around you. I'm addicted to you Brooklyn, and I'm not sorry about it."

"Come here" I said to him, as he walks over to me.

I quickly press my lips against his as he kisses me back roughly. His hand runs up and down my thigh, as I softly grip the hair at the nape of his neck. He lets out a soft moan onto my lips. He soon began to mark my neck with small love bites. He tapped the back of my legs, and I jumped up wrapping my legs around his waist. As he walked us both to my room I left a trail of love bites down his neck.

Calum softly laid me down on my bed, and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

"I'm in love with you Brooklyn, and nothing, nothing can keep me from saying that to you" he kissed my lips again.

"I love you too, Calum" I kissed his nose.

I watched as his eyes sparkled. That fire that I once put out, was now re-lighted.

"Are you tired?" He questioned.

"Yes" I said.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" He asked.

I giggled at his shyness.

"Yes" I answered.

He pulled his shirt over his head, and threw it on the floor. He only had sweatpants on, and boy did he look good.

He slowly pulled the comforter up, and scooted as close as could to me, spooning me.

He lightly moved the hair from the back of my neck and kissed me there. He wrapped an arm around my waist intertwining his hands with mine.

"Good night baby" he whispered.

"Goodnight" I said smiling, before falling into a pleasing slumber

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