𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

Stay over (Calum Hood Fluff)

Summary: Calum admits he still has feeling for (Y/N)
Based on "100 Ways To Say I Love You" Prompts: #23: "I'll wait.", #48: "I'll do it for you.",
#58: "You don't have to say anything.",  #66: "Stay over." & #100: "I love you."
(Request: AngelM1004M) (Words: 1.6k) (Part 1: It can wait until tomorrow)

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"It can wait until tomorrow. We need to talk." Calum says before he leaves for the living room. I look at him, gulping as I try to contemplate what I should do.
I drag my feet slowly along the floor until I am standing in front of him.
"What do you want to talk about?" I ask, my thumbs fidgeting against the hot mug. Calum looks up to me, his eyes shining under the light of the living room. He pats the spot on the couch next to him, prompting me to take a seat.
"I don't know where to start. In my mind, it seemed so much easier. But now, you are standing in front of me, looking at me with those eyes that make me lose my words." Calum begins, taking a deep breath and running his hand over his face.
"You sound exactly how you did the night we broke up." I mumble under my breath, bringing my mug to my lips and taking a sip of my coffee. The hot bitter liquid makes me feel even more jittery, the nervousness inside my veins running thickly, causing me to tap my foot on the floor.
"That's exactly what I want us to talk about." He states, making my eyebrows furrow together.
"What about it? I think that we haven't left any open business from that night..." I say, looking at him as his eyes shut and flatter open.
"I am still in love with you." He blurts out. My heart stops in my chest, my eyes refusing to left his figure.
"What?" I whisper under my breath; it is more of a rhetorical question, targetted to myself in an effort to realize if I heard him correctly.
"I am still in love with you. I never got over you and I always knew it. I didn't find out today, I've been having you in my mind every damn night, wondering if you are ok, if you moved on with your life, found someone new. And today, when I realized you fell asleep on my shoulder, I just wished for time to stop; I didn't want it to end. I was scared to even take a breath, in case I woke you up and put an end to all of this. You are the love of my life, and I was stupid enough to believe I needed to meet other people, we needed to meet other people. I can't put into words how much more free I felt while being in our house with you, watching movies and building forts and fighting over which takeout to get, than when I was in stupid frat parties getting wasted." Calum says. His voice remained calm throughout his speech, showing that he is speaking his mind without masking anything.
"Calum, I don't know what to say." I stutter after a moment of radio silence.
"You don't have to say anything right now. You can have all the time you need to process that. I will wait." He states; I turn to look at him, my face showing my full shock.
"You don't like waiting." I say, feeling my eyes tearing up.
"I'll do it for you. I'll wait for as long as you need. I just want you back, and I am not going to stop wanting you back. I love you." He says, his not leaving mine.
I nod my head and leave my mug on the coffee table.
"I have to go, it's getting late and I need to study a bit and sleep." I blurt out, reaching out to gather my stuff. Calum sighs and runs his hand over his head.
"The guys will be here at 11 tomorrow. I suppose I'll see you then." He says. Without turning to look at him, I sigh and close my eyes.
"I don't know. I'll text Michael and let him know if I am coming or not." I reply and zip up my backpack, my hands trembling and my head aching.
"Oh, ok." He replies; his voice sounds sad and disappointed, making my heart break a little.
But I need time, I need time to process all of that. And most importantly, I need time away from Calum for a while.
"Thanks for the coffee. I'll see you around. Good night." I mumble as I walk to the door, still not bearing to look at Calum.

(Calum's POV)
She left. She left and I watched her. She left and I couldn't stop her.
And now she might never want to see me again.
How stupid was I to think that I could just win her back with just a pathetic speech after I told her that I feel suffocated and I need to meet other people?
How stupid was I to think that she would just get my ass back, after this shit ass behavior of mine?
I groan and run my hand over my face.
I feel furious, not at her, but at myself. I knew that I needed to do it earlier, I needed to speak my mind a lot sooner.
But of course, I thought I needed some time to 'live my life' and get over it.
I plop on the couch and sigh.
All I can do is stare at the ceiling. Stare at the ceiling and hope she will even consider talking to me again.

The knock on my door snaps me out of my haze. For a moment, I contemplate if I should open the door or not; I don't want to see anyone right now. But the faint spark of hope makes me think of the most other-worldly thought; what if it's her?

I sit up and walk to my door; my heart is beating fast, and even though my logic tells me it is impossible for her to be here, behind my door, I can't help but hope, get excited by the possibility of (Y/N) being behind my door.
I open the door, preparing myself for disappointment.

But my eyes fixate on her frame and I feel my breath hitch to the back of my throat.
"Hi. I am sorry for coming here this late." She apologizes.
"No, don't be. Is everything ok?" I ask her, moving to the side to let her in.
"Um, I forgot my charger before." She says as she walks inside my apartment. I sigh in disappointment and bring my hand to scratch the back of my neck awkwardly.
"Sure. Do you have any idea where you left it?" I ask her, shutting the door. She turns to look at me, shrugging her shoulders.
"Ok, we will look around together. Don't you have a spare one, though? You know, in case we can't find it." I say, moving to where we were sitting before.
"It's my favorite charger. It's been mine for years, so it is very special to me. You know, I lost it a couple of months back, and I would hate to lose it again." She says, her voice sounding very soft, almost the same she used to calm me down.
"And it might not work the same as it did in the first years, but it still works and it still helps me recharge my batteries." She continues; I turn to look at her, finding her smile as she holds her charger out of her backpack.
I take a deep breath, smiling at the realization.
"You are not here for the charger, are you?" I ask her, just wanting to make sure. She shakes her head, smiling as her eyes brim with tears.
I move closer to her, hesitating for a moment to hold her in my arms.
But she is the first to do so, hugging me closely.
I close my eyes, my body relaxing as I feel her touch on my skin.
Skin to skin, separated only by a layer of clothes. Yet, closer than I've ever held her.
I tilt her chin up with my fingers, looking into her eyes as they glisten with tears.
"I want to kiss you." I whisper, stroking her cheek and she chuckles, nodding her head slightly. Her lips are parted as my thumb runs over her bottom lip before I lean down and kiss her.

It's like everything inside me is under explosion, my body feeling more alive than ever as I taste her, as her hands move to my face.
"You have never stopped being mine. And I've never stopped being yours." I state, humming against her lips.
"Not a single day." She replies, resting her head on my chest.
"I am sorry for breaking up with you." I whisper, stroking her back.
"You were kinda stupid back then. But I guess it was kinda my fault as well." She mumbles. I peck on the top of her head, taking in the scent of her hair, the feeling of her hands on my skin.
"I love you so much. So so much. I am never letting you go again. Never." I promise.
"Well, you will have to let me go eventually. And I mean now. I need to go home and rest a bit; remember, we have to study for the exams, tomorrow, bright and early." She states, laughing lightly as her fingers trace down my chest.
"Stay over." I whisper not letting go of her.
"What?" She asks, laughing it off.
"Stay over. This is your home, either way." I chuckle and lower my gaze at her, to check her reaction. She just smiles and leans in to leave a peck on my lips, making my heart flutter and knees go weak.
"I'm home." She whispers, burying her face in my chest.