Unpredictable: Calum Hood fanfiction

Chapter 23

Victoria's P.O.V

"Hey." Calum stands in the doorway and my vision is slightly foggy. I feel myself swaying back and forth, and so does Calum.

He grabs me by the shoulders and leads me to the couch, instructing me to sit down. I want to jump in his arms and hug him, kiss him, and punch him right in the nose. It's taking everything in me to not freak out right now.

"Thanks." I hiccup.

"Welcome."

Calum takes a seat in the small chair across the room. His eyes are set on me and my body is still swirling with emotions. What now?

"I'm sorry." He interrupts the silence.

I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head and I laugh. I actually let out a laugh. His eyes squint at me and his lips press into a line.

"Don't give me that crap, Calum. If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it the first time, let alone the second."

"I know I fucked up, but-"

"Yeah, you fucked up big time."

"God damn it will you just let me explain!" He slams his fist down on to the coffee table and I jump in my place. He brings his hands up to his face and rubs his cheeks hard, followed by him running a hand through his hair.

We sit in silence for about 5 minutes. Part of me wants to hear what he has to say, part of me wants to kick him out of my house, and part of me wants another drink.

"Explain." I whisper. "Explain why you cheated on me twice when we got into one argument. Explain why you lied when you said you loved me. Explain why you kicked me out of your room and let Destiny stay. Explain it all, Calum."

With the alcohol in my system, I find myself more confident. Being sober I would have instantly forgave him and let him back into my arms, but I'm not letting him win that easy.

"I'm sorry." Is all he manages to say.

"I'm sorry? Sorry doesn't fucking fix this, Calum! You cheated on me, twice! You told me you were lying when you said you loved me! Am I just another girl you want to fuck and then get rid of?!" I scream. I'm no longer upset, I'm outraged. How dare he do this to me and all he has to say is 'I'm sorry'.

"I don't know why I did it, I just did! It seemed like a good idea at the time, Tori!"

His words rip through me and I feel like breaking down.

"It seemed like a good idea? Cheating on me seemed like a good idea? You said you wanted to explain and that is your explanation? Forget this, I don't want to hear your fucking excuses. I want you out of my house, and out of my fucking life."

I stumble over to the front door and swing it open, waiting for him to exit. He stays sat in his same spot, not budging.

"Get out!" I scream. Once again my words don't phase him as he stays in the same spot.

Tears threaten to fall and I sigh. I'm one of those people who cries when they're angry, and i hate it. It makes me seem weak in moments when I need to be strong.

I slam the front door and slide down the wall, bringing my knees up to my chest. I sit there in silence, tears falling quietly.

I feel Calum sit down beside me, placing his arm lightly over my shoulder and pulling me close.

We haven't been this close to each other for 3 weeks.

I look up at Calum, he's looking forward into my living room while rocking back and forth.

"I'm sorry." He whispers without making eye contact. "Can I give you an explanation now?" He asks.

I nod my head and sigh. Calum grabs my hand and lifts me up, swiftly picking me up from my feet and taking me to my bedroom. He sets me on the bed before walking over to shut the door and turn on the light.

He quickly hurries back to my side and takes a deep breath, getting ready to explain why the hell he did this to me.

He did this to me. I'm the drunkest I've ever been and it's all his fault. All of this is his fault, but I have to at least hear his side of the story.

"That morning when you accused me of raping you and I kicked you out, I felt like we were already falling apart. I felt like, since you thought I would do something like that, you didn't actually think of me the way you acted like you did. I don't know, I felt like you were with me just for shits and giggles, not because you actually cared for me."

"I called Destiny that night, and I was so drunk. You don't understand, I drank a whole bottle of vodka I'm surprised I'm alive right now. then, she came over, one thing led to another and, you know..." he trails off and I nod my head, telling him he doesn't need to continue.

"Then a couple days passed, we didn't talk at all and you ignored me, which I understand. I felt like I lost you already, I felt like I lost the person who cares the most for me in this world. I got drunk almost every night we didn't talk. Then that morning when you came over, I was the most drunk I've ever been. That's when I called Destiny the second time, but with my luck that's also the day you decided to talk to me. I know being drunk isn't an excuse, but I was so out of it, Tori. When I saw your face standing in my doorway I thought I was hallucinating. I don't even remember what we fucking talked about. I do remember saying I lied when I told you I love you, I don't know why I fucking said that. By time you left then, I knew we were over. I knew you'd never want to be with me again."

I look up at him when he pauses and notice he's zoned out. I snap my fingers and he shakes his head, looking down at me. I stare at him as I wait for him to continue.

"Well, these past 2 weeks have been hell for me. All the boys keep telling me how I fucked up, and I've been smoking and drinking a lot more. I fucked us up so bad, Tori. I was gonna tell you that I cheated the first time, but Destiny did it in a selfish way because she found out we were together. She told me that, she said that know since you're out of the picture she can have me." He pauses one last time and I wait to hear the last of it.

"I miss you. I miss us. I fucked up so bad not even a week into the relationship. Just give me one more chance. I won't fuck up again, I swear on it. I need you. I need you a whole lot more than you need me."

"Calum," I start. "I'm sorry, but I don't know if I can forgive you that easily."

He puffs out a big breath and stands up, bringing his fist full force into the wall.

"I know, why did I fuck up so bad?! I don't expect you to forgive me right away, but I need you to be mine. I fucking need to be able to call you mine." He begs. My heart breaks and I have no idea why I'm the one feeling bad.

I stand up, my hand resting gently on his chest and he instantly softens.

He quickly grabs my hand from his chest and presses both of our hands to my stomach. He pushes me against the wall, leaving me stuck. He looks down at me, almost like he's asking for permission before he presses his lips to mine.

His lips press hard against mine, nearly slamming my hand against the wall. He still has my wrist in his grip, I squirm my hand around and he lets go, resting one of his hands on my hip and the other behind my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me but not breaking the kiss in the slightest.

If I wasn't drunk as hell right now, I wouldn't be doing this. I'll probably regret this in the morning, but at the same time I won't.

It feels like minutes pass before he pulls away, resting his forehead against mine. He pecks my lips one last time before speaking.

"I need to call you mine again."

"I'm yours."