remember // c.h.

1.5

when cali and i joined up after graduation, we walked down the main hall, hand in hand and then ran straight out of the big double doors. cheering and giggling, full of life and happy to be done with highschool.

"i'm really happy you're my best friend." cali said, looking over at me while i looked for our parents.

"and i'm happy you're mine!"

"i wish they were here though. we could've done the plans we made in 9th grade." she sighed.

"i know, but they-" i started before cali cut me off.

"oh. my. god." she said, her jaw hanging so low i thought it was going to fall off.

"what what is it cali?" i asked before i looked in the direction she pointed to.

and coming from the parking lot, walking straight towards us, were no other than the boys.

"shit i can't do this." i said before turning around and walking back inside the school.

"alex! wait!" she called after me.

never, did i ever think that i would see them again. much less at the highschool. it was too much in one day.

cali came running up behind and grabbed my hand in hers.

"they already saw us, and they are coming in here right now. just stay calm, you don't have to talk to calum okay? you'll be fine." she told me reassuringly, squeezing my hand.

"al? cali? oh my god. it is you, i'd recognize that boring brown hair anywhere!"

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calum's p.o.v.

going to our old highschool on graduation day was not my idea.

i knew we would see cali and alex there and i was not ready to face them.

especially not alex, even if it had been almost 2 years.

i felt worse and worse everyday we were on tour and i was away from her.

the guilt literally ate me away. i knew leaving her without saying good bye or even telling her about the tour was a terrible decision, but if i saw her face that day, even just a glance, i knew i wouldn't have gone through with it. and the boys needed this. we needed this. it was our big break. we got invited to tour with fucking one direction, we had to go.

"i really don't want to do this." i sighed, looking at my other band mates in the car.

"cal, come on. we should've been graduating today, we have to go." michael told me.

"yeah i get that, but you know who's gonna be there."

"yeah," ash started. "our bestfriends."

he was right, i knew he was.

ash was always right.

but i was scared.

i was scared because my mom had sent me every single one of al's letters and she made it clear she never wanted to see me again.

the boys had spent countless nights staying up with me and talking through anything and everything.

i was really lucky to have them as best friends.

we were finally pulling up to the school and i was pretty sure i was about to throw up.

"shit guys, i can't do this." i said, my breathing getting harder and my heart rate picking up.

"what am i gonna say to her? what if she slaps me? what if they just ignore us? what the hell am i supposed to do?!" i yelled.

ash pulled into a parking spot and took the key out of the ignition.

"cal, calm down. everything will be fine. you can just try to talk things out, you'll be okay." ash said, turning in his seat to face me.

i just nodded my head and took a deep breathe before i finally opened the door and got out with the rest of the boys.

as soon as we started walking towards the double doors, we saw two brown haired girls running back into the school.

"is that them?" luke whispered to us.

"shit, i think it is." michael said.

luke opened the double doors that our best friends had walked into just seconds before and we saw cali holding al's hand, who looked like she was about to have a panic attack.

i couldn't breathe.

ash walked in and shouted, "al? cali? oh my god. it is you, i'd recognize that boring brown hair anywhere!"