Luke’s P.O.V.
“YO CALUM; SOUNDCHECK!” I yelled into the bus. Then I heard someone whimpering “Calum?” No answer. I walked to the back of the bus and pressed the button that opened the door to our lounge room. And there he was, crouched down on the floor, his head in his hands. “Calum?”
“Get out” he growled. I picked up his phone from the floor and saw that he had just ended a skype call, with Amber. “Calum, what’s wrong?” I asked, sitting down next to him” “I’m an asshole” he mumbled. “What do you mean?” “I didn’t keep my promise” What?! “I-I.. All we’re talking about is completely meaningless, she doesn’t even look happy! I am- I feel like I-I’m losing her!” he stuttered.
“Okay guys let’s see how Calum and Luke are do-“ Ashton froze in his tracks and ended the keek immediately “fuck” he muttered and kneeled down on the floor next to us. “What’s wrong?” “Amber” I mouthed. Ashton furrowed his eyebrows and Calum lifted his head up. “Soundcheck?” “Yup” Ashton said. Calum sighed and rubbed his eyes, then got up from the floor
Amber’s P.O.V.
*TWO WEEKS LATER*
Another night without the boys… I was cuddled into a blanket on my bed, texting Steph about how I wasn’t going to go to May’s party tomorrow, trying not to think about anything. I felt like I was losing Calum. All we were talking about was completely meaningless, he looked so happy all the time. He was perfectly fine without me. Calum called that night, his eyes were bloodshot and his hair was unstyled
“Hey Calum” I mumbled, placing the laptop in my lap. “Hey” he mumbled, “I am soo tired” Then, why don’t you go to sleep?” “Wanted to talk to you” “Oh, okay” It hurt so bad seeing that he was happy and calling me was keeping him from sleeping. “So what have you been up to?” He’s probably been with fans. Many, pretty, cool, interesting, talented, not depressive girls that are throwing themselves at him.
“I’m with the 1D boys” he said, moving his phone so I could see them waving “Harry was sick at the concert a few hours ago and ran off stage because he had to throw up, now he’s sleeping” “I’m not sleeping” a deep voice grumbled. “Okay, he’s not sleeping” “Hey Harry” I said a bit louder “Hey female version of Niall” he croaked out, his voice sounding weak. “How are you?” “Haven’t puked in nearly two hours, so I got that going for me” “Nice and disgusting” I commented “but feel better” “Thanks”
“We had this meet up in the morning, met a lot of crazy fans” “cool” I mumbled, looking around my room to keep myself from crying. “Uh... I’m gonna go sleep now” Calum said. “I am, too” Harry exclaimed from where he was on a couch, cuddled into Louis’ side with a blanket draped over him. “Awh, Larry Stylinson!” I cooed. “Shut up, you know it’s not real” Harry mumbled. “Now is not the time” Louis chuckled. “Hush little harry don’t say a word, Calum’s gonna buy you a mocking bird, and if this mocking bird won’t sing, Louis’ gonna buy you a diamond ring” I sang quietly.
“LARRY STYLINSON BITCHATCHOS” Louis shouted. Harry slapped his cheek “Now is also not the time” Harry groaned “Also, that was so cute I don’t even feel sick anymore” “Okay, I’m gonna sleep now too” “Bye, I’ll call you” “Goodnight” the other boys chorused” “Vas happening goodnight” Zayn squealed in a high pitched voice. “Bye guys” I said and made a kissy face, then hung up. I looked over to my window and felt tears burning in my eyes again. WAS THAT JASEY RAE? DON’T ASK IF YOU ALREADY KNOW
Calum’s P.O.V.
“Guys, is Harry asleep?” “Harold?” “Maybe he died” “Yeah, of course he’s dead Liam” “I’ll go get some sleep now” I said and walked back to the hotel room I was sharing with Michael. Instead of sleeping I got out a notepad and began to write down whatever came to my mind.
