REMEMBER // Calum Hood

Fifty three // home

*Listen to Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros*

"Babe, it's me"

Calum steps forward allowing me to have a better view of his handsome face and I immediately stop screaming, but my heart keeps pounding against my chest. I almost forgot how good he looks. Cal scared the shit out of me but at the same, I'm surprised, a extremely good surprised. Also very confused but absolutely happy. I lunge myself towards him lacing my arms tightly around his shoulders and my legs wrapping his waist. Every single inch of my body touches his while my hands run up and down his arms and face, as if making sure it's real and truly happening.

"I missed you so fucking much" I say into his neck "I can't believe you're here"

Instead of answering, Cal holds my face with both hands and attacks my lips with hunger. I guess it's his way of saying he missed me too. Our lips move eagerly against each other and when our tongues finally meet, it's like the first time. I wish I had been sober the first time I ever kissed Calum that night at the party, but I guess we're simply meant to have a bunch of first times. His warm breath mixes in with mine and the butterflies in my stomach flutter all over my body. I'm tingling from head to toe, my legs have turned to mush and I'm a 100% positive that if Calum wasn't holding me off the floor right now, I would've fell to my knees.

"You're here" I break the kiss to look at him

I need to look at him, I need to know this is not a dream. I swear to God that if I wake up lying in that stupid bed all by myself, I'm gonna rip my hair out. But it couldn't be a dream. I can feel him. I can feel the warmth of his skin, his taste on my mouth, his smooth touch caressing my cheek as if I were a porcelain doll, how my heartbeat has quickened in a way only Calum could ever make it. He's here, Calum is here.

"I'm here, babe" He tells me as if he could here the thoughts running over my hear

Oh, his voice. The first thing I want to hear in the mornings is his sexy raspy voice. Scratch that, the only thing I could possibly listen to everyday for the rest of my life and never grow tired of it. Exactly like one of those 80's classics. Out of all the things I missed, his voice was the one I could have almost everyday, but Facetime would never do him justice. Calum could be talking about acne and I would still get goosebumps all over. I remember the second time I saw Calum, when Lis managed to drag me back to his house for yet another party. I was standing in the corner by myself like a weirdo when he said my name. I can still her him saying it, it's like music to my ears.

"Holy shit" I blur out, feeling like I could cry "I'm so happy you're here"

And I really could. I didn't cry when Cal left but now... It's like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. I'm so relieved that he's here with me, that I'm finally in his arms again. It's like when I broke my dad's old phonograph and I spent days blaming myself, terrifying that he'd find out and get mad at me. I spent an entire week afraid of coming back from school to find my dad yelling at me and when you're 7 it really seems like the end of the world, I remember I'd barely get any sleep. Until one day I got it out of my chest and told him the truth. "It's okay, kiddo" dad had said "I know you didn't mean to". That's exactly how I feel now, like no problem is too big. Everything is okay.

"It's good to be home" Calum says, and his tone also seems relieved

"I missed you so much. We both did, Duke too" I admit, nodding to the puppy at our feet

I close my eyes, inhaling his cologne and letting it invade my senses for more than a moment. His scent was vanishing from his T-shirts by now and I almost forgot how good this boy smells. If I could describe the perfect day, I'd wish for the smell of freshly cooked breakfast around the house when I first woke up in the morning and to fall asleep breathing Calum's cologne right off his neck. When we firts slept together, I remember his scent was impregnated in me. I felt dirty for what I'd done and took about 5 showers a day, but not even then his perfume left me. It was stuck on me.