Cold | Calum Hood Fanfic

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"Who are you?" Ivetta questioned, her voice in this nearly complete monotone.

Calum's smile fell from his full lips, before his words spilled, "Iva, it's me, Calum!"

She stared at him, no emotion showing in her image, or her words, "Oh, hello."

"Ivetta, I've missed you so much!" He had engulfed her in a bone crushing hug, as he said so.

Ivetta's boney arms dangled stiffly by her sides, the thought of hugging back, never crossing her mind, with concentration overwhelming her being. Eventually, he unfolded her from his limbs, locking their orbs. At that instant, he could see every morsel of the pain and sorrow in her seemingly shaking irises. Along with the agony he had not once noticed before.

Before either knew it, Michael had pulled the girl who very much resembled his looks with her much daintier features, away from his best friend, breaking their longing stare, "I've missed you, baby sis!" He had exclaimed, hardly lightening the mood.

"Hmmn," Ivetta hummed, her soft glare locked on pinning the floorboards.

"Come meet the rest of the boys!" Calum instructed, tugging her to the living area, managing to redirect not only her gaze, but also the thoughts this small girl had.

"Boys, don't overwhelm her," Their mum, sympathized for her daughter, as the three vanished into the other room, into a placement out of her view. Even though, she didn't have to see to know how this would resolve.

Completely disregarding his mother's shorthanded admonitory, Michael in his darken strand glory and all, conducted the first words of the introduction circle. Though, this small action may not have been completely necessary, in this case, these words still left his lips, "Ash, Luke. Meet my little sister, Ivetta," is all it took for gears to begin turning.

"Little sister?" The two inquired, utterly shocked at this unknown fact.

Michael's reply might have been rather quick, but it was all that need be said, at the moment, "Yeah, she's been with our dad the last few years."

Luke's bright, azure eyes began to examine her image up and down. Though, he couldn't help the sense of Nausea that washed over him. There was merely a feat that he couldn't quite place his finger on, that gave him a feeling that he shouldn't allow himself to get to close to this tall, somehow eery, brunette.

"Hello, Ivetta. I'm Ashton," the curly haired, dirty-blonde, was the first to speak up, oblivious to the thick tension building up in the atmosphere.

Luke, though hesitant, did allow himself to open his mouth, "Hi. Luke," he aquatinted, pausing after each word.

Ivetta's lips were pressed in a firm line, as she managed to maintain a solid, stone cold stature. She was having slight difficulties, as she too, felt as though there happens to be someone so familiar before her. At the same time, in all honesty, her state of mind also told her to keep all emotion at bay. She didn't feel she needed anyone, and no one would ever truly be there for her. Was her reasoning.

"You wanna play FIFA?" Michael offered, bluntly interrupting all thoughts that had been stirring.

The males had been all for the idea, while Ivetta had politely shaken her head. With their answers, Michael took his seat on one of the couches. Followed by Calum gripping Ivetta's small boney hand, pulling her along with him to the sofa. When he flopped onto the furniture, it caused Ivetta to fall back with him. The dark skinned boy didn't think much of it when he dropped her hand to pick up his remote, prepared for another round of endless shouting.