REMEMBER // Calum Hood

Twelve // tattoos

I roll in bed trying to fall back into unconsciousness. The bed is warm and comfy and I don't want to wake up yet. The sheets are soft against my skin. Not waking up to my alarm is one of my favorite things. But I don't remember going to bed last night. Wait, I don't remember going home last night. I open my eyes slightly to see an unfamiliar bedroom. I recognize Calum's black vans by the doorstep. I see his wallet and pack of cigarettes on the bedside table. I'm fully clothed so I don't need to start panicking. I slept in Calum's bed? I roll over to see Calum himself typing on his phone.

"Good morning" I say calling his attention

Calum locks his phone before putting it aside and looks at me with a lazy smile. I love it when he gives me his full attention.

"Good morning" He pulls me by the waist

"Why am I here?" I ask, snuggling myself in his chest

"You're not gonna say you don't remember again, are you?" I feel his chest vibrate with the sound of his voice

"I'm serious" I roll my eyes even if he can't see it

"You fell asleep during the movie" He says

"And you thought you could take me to your bed?" I look up at him

"God, you always make me sound so bad" Calum groans and tickles my side

"No! Stop" I protest pulling out of his embrace

"Nooo, come back here" He whines when I move away and it's the cutest thing

"You're cute when you're clingy"

"I'm not clingy" He leans in to peck my lips "I'm Calum"

"Is it usual for you to introduce yourself after the girl is already in your bed?" I joke and before Calum can say another word, I'm quick to cover his mouth "Don't tell me. I don't think I want to know the answer"

Calum chuckles and we fall into silence. I am concentrated tracing Calum's chest tattoos with my fingertips and he is entertained playing with my hair. It's a nice comforting feeling.

"What does it mean?" I ask referring to one of his chest ones, the one with roman numbers

"Didn't the magazine you bought had this information?" He teases

"I thought I could ask you"

"It's the year the band started "Calum tells me

I run my index finger over each number before asking about the next tattoo

"And the feather?" I ask

"It wasn't supposed to be a feather, it was supposed to be a silver fern"

"I'm sorry but that's a feather" I chuckle lightly

My fingertips trace each one of his tattoos from his chest all the way down to his arm. I take my time gently running my fingers through his skin and Calum seems to enjoy it as well. I ask about a few of his arm's tattoos and he answers with eyes closed still playing with my hair.

"What does the R on your leg stands for?" I ask

"It's for a former girlfriend"

I freeze. Calum has a tattoo for his ex girlfriend? I don't know how to feel about that. I've never judged people that have tattoos for boyfriends/girlfriends. It's their decision whatever they want to carry with them for the rest of their lives. This girl must have been super special for him.

"Oh" It's all I say

Calum bursts out laughing and I don't know why does he think this is funny.