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thirty two

chapter thirty two:-

stella's pov:-

"gabs?" i spoke through the phone, waiting for her to answer.

"what's up?"

"can you come to the boys' hotel room for a second?" i asked.

"sure, but why? is something wrong?"

"nope, nothing's wrong." i smiled. "when you come here, just head to the kitchen, okay?"

"okay." she hung up.

i hope this works out.

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calum's pov (yay):-

i stayed in the kitchen, waiting for gabi to walk in. a few minutes later, she was there, looking around.

"hey," i greeted her.

"uhh.. hi." she smiled. "stella asked me to come here. where is she?"

"actually, it's me who wanted to talk to you, not stel."

"sure, what's up?" she pulled a chair and sat down next to me.

"i wanted to talk to you about something.." i said nervously.

she stared at me, waiting for me to continue.

stop acting like an idiot, calum! say something!

"okay." i sighed. "i like you, gabi. i've always liked you, since the day i saw you. and no, i never lost feelings for you. i was just upset about what you did to stella, but i never stopped liking you."

i stared at her, waiting for her to talk. she looked down, staring at the floor, not saying a word. she started playing with the bracelet on her wrist.

"i'm sorry, i think i just made you uncomfortable," i whispered, looking down. "i'll just go to sleep, night."

"cal, wait!" she held my hand, pulling me closer.

"what's up?"

"i like you too, cal." she smiled.

i looked at her, my smile widening. i placed my hands on her cheeks and pulled her into a kiss.

"i've been wanting to do this for a really long time," i whispered.

"now you can do it whenever you want." she whispered back, smiling at me.

i smiled, kissing her again.

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stella's pov:-

i woke up with michael's arm wrapped around my waist. i tried getting up, but he pulled me closer.

"i wanna leave, mikey," i told him.

he groaned, "no, stay for a few minutes."

god, his voice.

"you need to get up too, by the way," i answered. "we need to leave for your next show."

"what time is it?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"it's 7 am," i answered.

"shit, i need to get ready." he jumped out of the bed.

"chill, we leave at ten."

"ugh, i hate waking up early!" he complained.

"your fault, you're the one who stayed up playing video games all night." i rolled my eyes.

"that was important!" he argued with me.

"no, it was not important!"

we spent five more minutes arguing about gaming, until michael held my face and kissed me.

"now, stop arguing." he smirked.

i blushed, hiding my face so he wouldn't see me.

"stop hiding your face." he pulled my hands away. "you look beautiful."

"oh god, stop being cute!" i groaned, pulling him in a hug, causing him to fall back on the bed.

"let's just go back to sleep." he looked at me, pouting.

"no, love, we can't." i gave him a peck on the lips and stood up. "come on, i'll leave the room, get ready."

"fine!"

"and don't wear your favorite black hoodie because i'm gonna wear that!" i yelled, leaving the room.

i heard him laughing before he walked into the bathroom.

god, i love him so much.

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