days had passed and all houston have ever done so far in her vacation was hanging out with calum. they’d usually go to the dairy house every noon to grab some coffee crumble (coffee stumble) ice cream.
this time, they tried something new.
“do you like country music? you know, like it’s the texan vibe.” calum asked as he held his acoustic guitar.
for the first time, houston got to hang out with calum in his bedroom.
“a little, maybe.” she shrugged. “i’m more into indie.”
“indie? like the 1975 and arctic monkeys?”
“you’ve just mentioned my favorite indie bands.” she giggled.
“well, what do you know? i like them, too.” he seconded as he thought for a while. you can tell by the way he scrunched up his nose. his face lit up like as if he remembered something. he looked at her first then beamed a smile then started to pluck on the guitar strings.
her face lit up, too, at the familiarity of the tune.
he cleared his throat before he started singing.
“hey now, i call you a split ‘cause i know that you will.
uh-oh, you bite your friends like chocolate.
and you said, ‘we go where nobody knows, we got guns hidden under our petticoats.
no, we’re never gonna quit it, no, we’re never gonna quit it, no.’”
she bobbed her head along to the tempo of the tune but later on, can’t help herself to sing along with him.
“now run, run away from the boys in the blue.
oh, my car smells like chocolate.”
they both sang in chorus but then calum began to lower down his voice until he made it fade, letting her sing alone.
“hey now, i think about what to do, think about what to say, think about how to think.
pause it, play it, pause it, play it, pause it.”
she noticed that she was singing it all alone so she stopped.
“no, don’t pause it. play it.” did he just make a the 1975 preference?
she chuckled at first for having him to imitate matt healy’s accent. “hey! why aren’t you singing along?” she whined then pouted.
“i want to hear you sing.” he normally replied. “i like your voice, houston. i love your voice.” he complimented, making her blush.
she heard him mumbled something but she can’t seem to understand. “uh, what?” she pardoned.
he grew a little smirk. “sing for me, houston.”
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an: chocolate by the 1975 is so common but hey idc bc the song is a true jam
i hope you guys love this story bc i really do and i enjoy writing this and thank you if you enjoy reading it too
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home in houston ✈ c.h.
Fanfiction❝dear houston, you'll always be my home❞ - © niallerashton, all rights reserved. created: october 27, 2014
