lost and found // calum hood

82 | Elizabeth

We had three more days until we had to fly to Europe and unfortunately, Calum got sick. It started as a mild cold. He was a coughing mess but could manage, but by the end of the day, he was cooped up in bed, with a fever that just wouldn't go away.

"Do you want something to eat? I can order some chicken soup from room service," I cooed, gently pushing his curly locks away from his forehead.

"No," he rasped. "I'm not hungry."

"You sure, love? You haven't eaten anything all day."

"Aren't you like, supposed to starve a fever?" He grumbled. He was grumpy because, on top of not feeling good, he hadn't slept well and I knew he was tired. Cal could function on little to no sleep but he was a mess when he was sick and sleep deprived. He was also pissed at the people who responded on my Instagram.

The first time he heard people talking shit about me, he was like 'yeah, whatever' but then, when it became a bigger deal, and when people started to DM me and tweet me stuff that I was fat, ugly and he would never love me and I should kill myself, he blew up.

Calum wrote paragraph after paragraph about our relationship, about how much I sacrificed for his career, for our life together. Like he went on and on about how much he loved me. He had posted it on his Instagram and Twitter and when I finally was done reading it, I ran up behind him and gave him the tightest hug ever. Thanking him, because I didn't tell him about it, because it had been going on for longer than it seemed, but you were certainly glad it was over for now.

"I dunno. I'm not a doctor," you huffed. "Crackers? Some toast?"

"I told you I'm not hungry," he snapped and promptly turned away from me, curling his legs up to his chest and pulling the blankets all the way up under his chin. I sighed quietly and left the hotel room, knowing it wasn't worth it to argue with him when he was feeling so miserable. I headed to the balcony, giving Calum some time alone.

I had just finished scrolling through my Instagram feed when a groggy Calum walked outside. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were red and puffy and I figured he'd just woken up from a nap.

He threw his arms around my waist, leaning the majority of his body weight on me as he held me from behind. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, resting his warm forehead on my shoulder.

"What?" I asked and spun around, leaning against the railing as I looked at him.

"I'm sorry. I yelled at you and you didn't deserve that. You were just trying to help and I was a jerk and I'm sorry," he apologizing, sniffling and then turning his head, coughing hard into his elbow.

"You need to go back to bed," I told him, rubbing his back as he continued his coughing fit.

"Come with me," he begged, his voice hoarse.

"Alright."

I followed him back into the hotel room and climbed under the covers with him, smiling as he rested his head on my chest, tucking his frame against my much smaller one. "Calum, a little spoon?" I gasped playfully. Calum always insisted on being the big spoon, saying it was emasculating to be the little spoon and that he was the protector, which meant he was the one to always hold me.

"Shut up," he murmured. I giggled softly, carding my fingers through his soft curls. "I swear if you tell anyone, I will tweet out the most embarrassing photo I have of you on my phone."

"Go to sleep, Calum," I hummed. It didn't take long before I could hear his snores. With a soft laugh, I reached for my phone, snapping a quick selfie of Calum all curled up against me. If he had blackmail on me, I was gonna collect blackmail on him.

I lay there for a while, holding Calum and trying to take a nap myself, but I couldn't. I let go of Calum, grabbing my phone and scrolling through all the messages I got. We hadn't made many plans for the next three days, we wanted to go out one more time tomorrow night, and maybe go to a museum tomorrow.

I slowly got up and grabbed my sweater. I needed to stretch my legs. Calum and I had been in the hotel room the entire day because he was sick, I needed to get out. I wrote a quick note for Cal, saying I was going to take a walk for a bit and put it on top of his phone, knowing that that was the first thing he'd check when he woke up and I wasn't there.

After I put on my sneakers and a coat I made my way down the stairs and outside the hotel. It was chilly, but not too cold. I started walking. The sun was going down and I was happy to be alone for a bit, I loved my own company every now and again.

I wandered a bit for a while, checking my phone every now and again and breathing in some fresh air. Happy to be outside.

After about fifteen minutes I noticed someone walking behind me, he was far away, but I noticed that he took every turn that I took. I started walking back to the hotel, my phone in my hand, ready to dial 911 if I had to.

I glanced over my shoulder, seeing the man still walking behind me and I was getting ready to freak out. This is how thriller movies usually start, right? I was going to be that stupid white girl who gets attacked?

A hand grabbed my shoulder and I let out a scream. I turned around and my eyes met the unmistakable hazel brown and green eyes of Ashton Irwin.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you scared me," I told him, my hand pressed against my chest, waiting for my breathing to go back to normal. "Sorry, sorry. You were walking so fast, I couldn't keep up with you otherwise," he said, smiling at me.

I looked behind Ash but saw no one. Was Ash the one walking behind me just now? I could've sworn he was wearing a cap. I shook it off and smiled back at Ash. "What are you doing here?" I asked him. He shrugged. "I was jogging. Gotta keep that fit body, right?" he said and it was just now that I realize he was in his work out clothes. "Right," I told him as I started walking again. "How's Cal?" he asked.

"Sleeping, he's grumpy. But his fever has gone down a bit, so that's good, I guess." I told him and Ash nodded. "I hope he's better before we leave for Europe. I don't know how we're gonna deal with him being sick on tour," he said and I shrugged. "It's Cal, he'll be okay."

Ashton chuckled. "Oh, I know. He's too stubborn to be sick. The only reason he's admitting it now is so he has a good excuse to lay in bed and be with you all day." he said with a smirk. "He can be sick more often. I have no problem with that at all."

Ash and I walked back to the hotel and talked about the tour and stuff, especially how he couldn't wait to be back in Australia for the tour, but it sucked that Australia was where the tour was ending this year. It was taking too long.

When we finally reached the hotel, we parted and I went back to my own hotel room. Calum was still sleeping peacefully in the bed and I kicked off my shoes and pants and joined him, closing my eyes and falling into a dreamless sleep. 

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just some short fluff but yall cant complain cuz ive been uploading every day skskks deaL WItH IT but longer chaps are coming bc something is ;) ;)