𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

'Cool' by Jonas Brothers (Calum Hood Fluff)

Summary: (Y/N) and Calum are in Miami for an award show. 
Inspired by 'Cool' by Jonas Brothers
(Words: 2.2k)
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"Morning, my love." I hear (Y/N) mumble, half asleep, still in my arms, face buried in my neck. I smile, still refusing to open my arms. We are tangled together, in a bed that is showered by sunlight, I feel her naked skin on my naked skin, so the person who dares make me get up from this bed will be dead by my own hands.
"Morning, sweetheart." I pull her waist closer to mine, wanting to feel her more on me.
I hold her to my body, her softness making me feel complete and mellow. Even at the moments when the world seems to be on 1000 miles per hour, she seems to make everything slow down and make sense.
"We need breakfast..." She yawns, kissing my neck. I hum in agreement, bringing my hand in her hair.
"We will get room service in a bit, love." I reply, feeling her silky locks on my fingertips.
"I want pancakes with chocolate. And coffee. And strawberries with whipped cream." She states, her lips grazing my skin with every word that comes out of them.
"Hungry much?" I ask her with a chuckle.
"You worked me up pretty well last night. I need food." She replies, crawling up and bringing her face to mine.
"Well then, you'll get whatever you ask for, my love." I reply, placing my hand on her face. She hums happily and smiles, leaning down to kiss my lips in the softest manner.
"Order the food, baby. I am famished." She whispers and I nod.
"Famished? Aren't you just being a drama queen?" I ask her and cocks an eyebrow.
"Shut up and get me my food." She shakes her head chuckling as she pushes herself off the bed.
"Where are you going?" I ask her, grabbing her wrist.
"I need a shower. And my food better be here by the time I am out of there." She replies, giggling softly.
"Harsh demands..." I mumble, letting her go.
"That's why you adore me." She replies, walking to the bathroom and swaying her hips all the way there, her bare body becoming a fucking temptation.

I have the room service set up the breakfast in our balcony, deciding to start our day there. I light up a cigarette while waiting for (Y/N) to be done with her shower, enjoying the view of Miami Beach from the balcony.
She walks out in the balcony with a towel wrapped around her body, hair still wet and sticking on her body.
"Looks so good." She moans, picking up a strawberry before she sits down. I stare at her, smiling at the sight before me. Her lips look so good as she wraps them around the strawberry taking a big bite out of it.
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking as well. But not about the food." I reply and she smiles mischievously.
"Eat up. You will need the calories today..." She passes me the plate of pancakes.
"What time are you having the hair appointment?" I ask her.
"3:30. The girls and I have booked a suite to get ready for the awards together. Booze, treats, ladies' time, so we can look pretty when our men win their fucking awards..." She replies, cheering for me.
"If we win..." I remind her and she scoffs.
"When you win. All this hard work last year will be recognized at last." She encourages me, picking up another strawberry.

"Looks good?" I ask Michael as I fix the buttons of my blazer.
"Too good, mate. (Y/N) might get ideas..." He pats my shoulder, laughing lightly.
"Ideas?" I ask him, furrowing my eyebrows together.
"You know..." He says, pointing at the ring on his ring finger.
"Well, she wouldn't be getting ideas I haven't been having already." I reply, making him look at me shocked.
"You planning to?" He asks.
"Since day 2. When I woke up next to her feeling like starring in an old Hollywood romantic movie." I reply, smiling at him.
"No fucking way... Anytime soon?" He asks me, cocking an eyebrow.
"No... And yes..." I shrug, walking away from him.

The limo drives us to the venue of the award show. Just us though, the ladies took a different car, so the band can do some press first before we get completely stupefied by our women. All I can think now is (Y/N) and how good she is going to look, how she is going to be the prettiest girl in the room...
I barely say a word during the interviews, looking in the crowd to find (Y/N).
And when I see her, walking towards me, wearing her amazing red slip dress, looking like she could give every top model a run for their money, I leave everyone behind me, walk to her fast to get with her without spending more time being away from her.
"Fuck me... You look stunning..." I breathe out, scanning her figure.
"You like it?" She asks, grinning at me.
"Are you kidding me? I can't even speak right now... I can't take my eyes off of you..." I gasp, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Took a lot of money and a lot of time to look this good." She states, her little giggle sounding like music to my ears.
"Worth every penny. But let me tell you a secret, my love. You don't need all of that to take my breath away..." I whisper in her ear, placing my hand on her lower back as we walk back to the interviewer.