Amber’s P.O.V.
I woke up that morning with an instant smile on my face. Calum was still asleep, his arms wrapped around my waist, his eyes closed and a small smile plastered on his face. I heard footsteps and nudged Calum “Calum!” I whisper-shouted “wake up!” “Hmm” he groaned and opened his eyes. “Shit” he cursed as he heard the footsteps, then quickly changed his location from on my bed to the floor next to my bed. Just when he pulled my extra duvet over his body, my dad opened the door. Phew. “Good morning” he chirped. I sat up in my bed and looked down at Calum, who looked like he was asleep again.. Maybe he was. “Breakfast’s ready” he said, “but you can eat in your room if you want” “Yeah, if you don’t mind” I said. My dad nodded and turned around. “Calum?” I said, but he just groaned. So he was asleep again. I slowly stood up (because everytime I stand up to fast, my vision gets black and I get so dizzy I fall, I suck at life) and walked over to the mirror, only just to cringe at what I saw. Did Calum really just see me like that without freaking out? I combed my hair with my fingers and rubbed my eyes, than grabbed a hair tie and tied my hair into a bun. My dad walked into the room again, handing me a plate and setting a second down on my nightstand. “Thanksss” I said and made a kissy face in his direction, then sat own on the bed and began to eat. Toast with Vegemite. Finally, I haven’t had Vegemite in forever, only just when some Australian relatives would send us some. I tapped Calum’s arm with my foot “Calum, wake up” I said. Groaning. I tapped again. “Stop” he said and threw his pillow on me. “Get up or I’ll eat you toasts too” “I’m awake” he said as he sat up and run a hand through his hair. “Food!” he cheered and grabbed the plate on the nightstand. “Well good morning to you too” I said sarcastically and continued to eat” “Gwwd mwrning” he smiled with his mouth full of toast. “Eww, manners Calum” I giggled.
After we ate, Calum sat on the bed next to me. “So what are we doing today?” he asked. “Uhh.. I’ll probably have to attend therapy again today, I’ve missed 2 appointments” Calum looked at me with a judging facial expression “Missed?” he said sarcastically “Fine, I didn’t want to go!” I said, throwing my hands in the air. “Well in that case you’re going today” he said, giving me a stern look. “Fine” I sighed. “Group therapy or private session?” he asked. I grabbed the schedule on my nightstand and checked “uhh.. Private. Ugh”
Calum smiled at me one last time “and you really don’t need me to wait for you?” “I don’t know..” I trailed off “I don’t want you to be bored here” I said. He shrugged “It won’t e too bad, okay= I’ll wait “ “Thanks” I said and then we sat down and waited for the receptionist to call my name. “Amber Katherine?” Calum nudged my arm and I sighed, then stood up and walked towards the desk “Room 202” the lady said “thanks” I mumbled and walked towards the room. “Ah, hello” Mrs. Fletcher greeted, and gave me that creepy look. She’s so fucking creepy. “Sit down” she said and gestured towards the chairs “You haven’t been here for a while” “Yeah…” I trailed off, thinking of an excuse. “But Ashton told me you’ve been busy with school, so that’s okay” she said and smiled at e. Thank you Ashton oh god. “Yeah, right” I said, smiling.
After half an hour, she finally said goodbye and I closed the door behind me. I took a deep breath and wiped under my eyes (Yes, I had been crying) and walked towards the front desk to sign out. The lady handed me a chart and I quickly signed in the line with my name. It’s creepy how much of an object I am here… Name: Humms, Amber Katherine, Age: 16, Diagnosis: Depression, Therapist: Fletcher. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to see Calum smirking down at me. “Ready to go?” “Yeah, let’s get out of here” I said and grabbed his wrist to drag him out of the mental health care building. “There was this creepy kid in the waiting room, he stared at me the whole time” Calum said. “Wait, did he have red hair?” I asked. He nodded. “Oh, that’s Flinn. Glad he didn’t kill you. He’s homicidal” I said and Calum’s eyes widened, then he chuckled. “So what are we gonna do?” I asked and Calum took out his phone “Michael texted me saying he was going to continue the graffiti – wait do you even know what I mean?” “Yeah, I saw it actually when I first met him” “Ah, well he’s gonna continue today…” he said. “Okay, let’s go” I said “but let’s get some food first” I said.
After we packed up some sandwiches and a bottle of water we walked to the school. Mike was already there. “AMS” he squealed and engulfed me in a bear hug, twirling me around. I giggled “Mikey, let me breathe” he let go and Calum looked at him with crossed arms “Wow, no hug for me? Fuck you too Mike” he fake whined. Mikey opened his arms and Calum ran into his embrace, trying to twirl the boy around like Michael twirled me, but he failed completely and they ended up on the ground. “Well done Calum” I chuckled and he looked up at me with a wide smile on his face. “Help me uuup” Mike pouted, so I held out a hand for him to grab. But as soon as he grabbed it, he pulled me down, making me fall in between the two of them. “Michael Gordon Clifford!” I shouted and hit his arm. “Don’t call me Gordon” he mumbled. “GORDOOOON” I shouted. Michael looked at me like he wanted to kill me and I quickly got up, only to hide behind Calum who also got up. Huffing, Michael got up too and grabbed his backpack from the ground. Then we walked over to the half-finished graffiti.
Michael started to spray, Calum plopped down on the floor and began to eat and I stood there and watched Michael until he handed me a bottle with black spray paint “do whatever you want, just don’t watch me like that” he said and I chuckled, then started to spray random stuff onto the school wall. “I this even legal?” I asked and Michael nodded “Yeah, the school was like ‘you can spray on these walls’ and yeah. Have you never seen the gym wall?” I shook my head. “Well it’s completely full, so I spray here” “Hmm” After a while, Michael looked at what I was doing, then walked over, took the bottle out of my hand and sprayed something onto the wall. And it was – not kidding – a dick. “Michael!” I laughed loudly “you can’t just spray a dick onto the school wall” “But I just did” he said innocently and then started to giggle like a little schoolgirl and jumped away.
I plopped down in the grass next to Calum and started to eat a sandwich. “You are aware that you have black paint on your face?” “What?” Calum chuckled and wiped over my nose with his thumb, then over my cheeks. “Calum, what are you doing” I laughed. “Cat whiskers” he chuckled. “CALUM!” I whined and took out my phone to see my cheeks and my nose covered with cat whiskers. “Dan and Phil” I mumbled to myself. “What” he asked “Dan and Phil” I said again, “two youtubers from London, uh they always draw these cat whiskers” I said, then loaded the certain part of a video. Calum took my phone and looked at Dan drawing cat whiskers on his face (“But they don’t understand. The cat whiskers – they come from within”) “They suit you better” he said. I blushed and Michael was back. “What the fuck” he said, pointing to my face. “Ask Calum” I said, crossing my arms. Calum did the most innocent facial expression ever possible and looked at Michael smiling.
A week later, I was sitting in my room, I was bored as fuck and just doing nothing. The doorbell rung and my mum went to answer it. A few seconds later, there was a knock at the door. “Yeah” “Get up lazy ass, we’re painting your room” I turned around to see Ashton and Calum in my room, Ashton was wearing a hat out of newspaper and Calum was carrying the buckets of paint I bought last week, I was just too lazy to paint my walls. After half an hour, we covered all my furniture with foil. Ashton was painting a wall white, I was painting a wall in a colour that was somewhere between gray and light pink and Calum was folding hats out of newspaper. He placed one of them on my head and chuckled “this whole look, suits you” he said, looking me up and down. I was wearing one of my father’s old shirts and completely ripped old jeans. “Why thank you” I chuckled and continued to paint. Calum grabbed a brush and helped me to paint. After we were almost completely done, Ashton said he had to go. He hugged my awkwardly, and by awkward, I mean that our shirts sticked together because of the paint that dropped on them, then he left. “Well, let’s clean up “I sighed and Calum nodded, but instead of doing anything, he swiped the rush across my face. “Calum!” I whined and looked at his shirt. His shirt was completely clean. “Aww, come here” I said and hugged him “Noooo” he whined and when I let go, his shirt was covered in paint as well. “Eww” he stated and dipped his finger into the remaining paint, then drew something on my face. “Noo, Calum!” I whined and smacked his chest, leaving a white handprint. Then, before he can do anything else, I hurry into the bathroom and lock the door, take the paint covered shirt off and replace it with a sweater, wash the paint out of my face and the walk into my room again. “wow” I said, seeing that Calum had cleaned everything up but himself. “You didn’t have to do that, but thanks” I said “I’d hug you, but..” I trailed off, pointing to his shirt. “Yeah, I better go get changed” he said. “See you?” “Sure”
A/N:
*FINISHED NOW IT'S A FILLER I'M SORRY
I know this is proably not even woth posting ut I can't, I just simply can't. Too many feels and... WWAT has ended and Liam's speech and twitter is killing me and I should sometimes just get off the internet, it's probably better for me.
Btw if there are any b's missing (not bitches, duh), my keyboard is kinda... shitty. There's no other word to describe it.
Good dayyyyyy my babes (haha shit I'm so awkward) *hides*
- Amber xox
