Unsociables.

Three x

Well What's so good about picking up the pieces?

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Daisy.

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I woke up to find my head nestled neatly into the crook of Calum's neck. He shuffled slightly and I looked up at him. He looked so peaceful when he was at rest. I couldn't help but hold him tighter and close my eyes again. Smelling his cologne and hearing his breathes seemed like heaven.

"Babe, are you awake?" He barely croaked.

My eyes fluttered open once again and looked into his. He looked sad and exhausted.

"What's wrong Cal?" I was worried by now because his face looked paler and I just now noticed How warm he was.

"My throat hurts." He whined, making pouty lips at me.

"Aw Cal, You're lucky. I know how to make fabulous chicken noodle soup." I smirked at him as he quickly untangled himself from me.

"That sounds great!" He smiled, but suddenly sneezing.

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Calum

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She was basically perfect. She was all her name said she was. She was a daisy. Light, delicate, happy, cute, God, the list could go on.

I watched as she got ready for her day, while also making me soup. She did everything so easily, it was all so flawless.

I didn't want to get her sick but I couldn't help myself. I got up, and snakes my arms around her waist and pulled her to me, resting my head on hers.

"Thank you, Daze." I barely mumbled.

She turned to me, shocked in my arms, and said something I hoped I'd never have to hear.

"Calum, You're sweet, You're great, honestly, but I can't do this. I'm not good at this kind of thing. I end up getting hurt and someone ends up leaving. Look, here's your soup, but I gotta go."

And then She was gone.

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mads.