REMEMBER // Calum Hood

Fifty eight // stay

"Where are you going?" Calum mumbles in his sleep when I'm about to leave the bedroom

"Downstairs. I'll be right back" I tell him in a whisper, not wanting to fully wake him up

I watch as he rolls in bed to face the door and opens his eyes just enough to look at me, with pillow marks um his chubby cheeks. Once we got in bed last night, Calum was asleep before I could wish him a goodnight. That's how tired the poor guy was after a 15 hour flight and two rounds of steamy passionate sex.

"What for?" He wants to know, even though I'm not entirely sure he's 100% conscious

When I tell him that I'm going to the kitchen to grab a glass of hot milk because I can't sleep, Calum calls me back to bed, where he is ready to welcome me in his embrace. I lay my head on his chest while he draws patterns with his fingertips in my back, something he knows is quick to send me to sleep. Cal is humming the chords to one of my favorite songs, the vibration of his chest working as a soothing.

"You got used to sleeping alone in this bed, is that it?" He asks, before placing a small kiss on my forehead

"How silly of you to think I'd get used to being without you" I tell him with eyes closed

It has started raining during the night and the only thing you can hear in the bedroom is the calming sound of the droplets hitting the window.

"You better not" Cal mumbles against my ear, and even with eyes closed in the pitch black room, I know he's smiling

I am smiling as well, and even though he can't see it, I think Calum knows. He's gotta know because I haven't stopped grinning like a mad woman since he said he loves me - and I don't think I will so soon. Some time between thinking how lucky I got and how in love with the man sleeping beside I am, I fall back asleep. It's an agitated night though. I keep waking up in the middle of the night to make sure Calum is really here because it could as well be a dream. It's kind of a dream, actually.

"No" He groans beside me when my alarm goes off the next morning "Don't go! Call in sick"

He wraps his arms tighter around my body, keeping me from going anywhere. Actually, keeping me from moving at all, leaving my alarm to continue ringing.

"I can't call in sick, baby, you know this"

"Tell your asshole of a boss that I just got back from a 3 month tour. I need you here with me" He says in a very tempting and impossibly hard to say no voice

"Unfortunately, my asshole of a boss won't care" I tell him with a chuckle, kissing the tip of his nose "I'll be back soon, I promise"

After asking for a dozen kisses, he finally loosens his grip around me, allowing me to shut the alarm and start getting ready. I hop on the shower, smiling to myself on the way there at the sight of two toothbrushes sitting on top of the bathroom cabinet. I enjoy the nice refreshing feeling of the hot water running down my body when suddenly, a very familiar song starts playing in the bathroom. More familiar than the song though, is the feeling. It brings back a bunch of memories from London, memories from our first encounters and memories from the first rides in his car.

"Do you remember when I first showed you this song?" I walk back into the bedroom wrapping a towel around my body, only to find it empty

I change into my work clothes before heading downstairs, where my absolutely favorite sight in the mornings awaits me. A very sleepy, very handsome, shirtless Calum cooks breakfast for the two of us. I snap a quick picture of his muscular back turned to me just as a reminder of how much I love this view.

"Do you remember when I first showed you this song?" I repeat the question, this time lacing my arms around his naked torso

"It was October 3rd at 4:51p.m." Calum says, making me laugh "I'm kidding"