Neighbor Calum

Chapter 11

"You're so embarrassing," Calum grins playfully.

"Thanks Hood but I believe I remember someone saying they'd never be embarrassed of me," I hum proudly.

"That was before you were shouting anytime I had a soccer ball at my feet," he retorts brightly.

"That's not true, I cheer for you in our backyards as well, always gotta cheer my kiwi on," I beam.

"Yeah but this is practice, you don't have to cheer every time something happens," he chuckles.

"You're right, should probably save my voice for the game."

"Who said you're invited to the game?"

"I did," I reply matter-of-fact.

"What if I don't want you there," he challenges.

"And miss out on my cheering?" I grin.

"You're right, no one else is going to be my personal cheerleader," he steps closer, pulling me in by my waist. "I guess you can come," he adds with a shrug.

"Calum," I squeak as he leans in to steal a kiss.

"What?" he pouts.

"There are people around."

"So?" he leans closer, lips brushing against mine and why am I fighting this again?

I close the very very small space between us because yes there are people around and sure they may not want to see the PDA butI have been watching Calum running around and getting sweaty for the past hour now and I'm sure I'm seconds away from collapsing with it so screw whoever is watching, I've earned this.

It's a bit hot and dirty and just enough desperate - the complete opposite of our previously playful banter - like our kisses have been getting lately but eventually ends with a breathy chuckled, "Alright tiger."

It's not like I mind the hot make out sessions - obviously - that wasn't the problem. The problem was much like everything else, I'm too much in my own head. I can't just enjoy it and let what happens happen because this is Calum and I really like Calum but since it's Calum I'm not sure if the feelings mutual. He clearly likes me, or at least kissing me, and that's all good and well but this is still the boy who stresses over trying to figure things in his own head out.

I'm not even sure what to call him. He hasn't said anything aside from the not kissing anyone else and because again, this is Calum, I doubt he'll ever say anything at all.

"You alright?" his eyebrows pulling together, eyes looking over my features intently.

"Yeah." I flash a quick smile and when that doesn't work, "Just wondering why it's taken me so long to come to soccer practice."

"Hey," he pouts, covering my teasing eyes looking over his shoulder to the rest of his half shirtless team mates, all just as sweaty as him. Though none quite as attractive, but maybe I'm a little bias. I erupt in little giggles loving this newfound jealous Calum that I provoke probably more than I should.

"That's not funny," he drops his hand to the side of my cheek, pulling me in for a hard kiss like he's trying to erase the words from my lips and the thought of any boys that aren't him from my mind.

"Okay, okay, I was only joking,"I mumble against his lips with a small chuckle. "Mostly," I add which earns a little growl and deeper kissing.

When things start getting even more heated and he's sure he's got me right where he wants me, he pulls away.

"I should probably get back," he points a thumb back towards his team and coach. Then he pulls his shirt off and hands it to me with a smirk, hang onto this for me yeah?