calum coming home, feeling really sad, not knowing why. he'd just want to be with you. he'd take off his chains and fancy clothes, replacing them with just some gym shorts and a tshirt, joining you in bed, face barred in your chest as you run your fingers through his hair, even tho it was short as hell. eventually, he'd fall asleep on you, snorting softly and napped for an hour or two. you'd stay there in bed, on your phone or watching tv till he woke up. after his little nap, he'd feel a little better, looking up at you and asking for a kiss. you'd smile big, scooting down to be level with him, you'd peck his lips a few time before he mumbles, "love you." later the two of you would bake some cookies and just be really lazy and chill the rest of the day.
