home in houston ✈ c.h.

8: you don't understand

“here.” calum handed houston a towel, a piece of shirt, and a pair of sweatpants. “the bathroom’s that way.” he pointed at the smoked glass door.

“calum, you don’t have to do this. i only live-“

“you stay here.” he said, more like an order. “you still have something to explain.”

she sighed in defeat as she went into the bathroom to change.

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“why are you even eating ice cream in the middle of the street at 7 in the evening?” calum confusedly asked.

she shrugged after bringing back and borrowing calum’s phone to text her dad that she’d be staying in calum’s place. “is that wrong?” she heaved a sigh.

“uh, no. i was just wondering.” he muttered. “so…” he trailed. “tell me now.”

“tell you what?” she sheepishly asked.

“i still need an explanation, right?” he raised an eye brow.

she just nervously twiddled her fingers, letting out her casual uh’s and uhm’s. she didn’t know how to tell him. she had something at the back of her mind that she’d been afraid of.

he noticed how anxious she was so he sat down beside her and held both of her hands. “you’re worrying me, you know.” he sighed.

“calum.” she finally spoke up. “i’m leaving.” she said, almost a whisper.

suddenly, the room grew silent, only the sound of the rain can be heard and their breathing.

“leaving?” his thoughts were buffering inside his head. “what do you mean leaving?” he asked, like he never understood what ‘leaving’ means.

“home.” she simply answered in her muddy voice. “i’m going back home.”

“where?” he faced her and gently took a grip of her shoulders. “when?”

“i’m going back to chicago in a week.” she answered, not looking at him.

“why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” he asked, losing the calmness in his tone.

she only responded by shaking her head, teary-eyed.

“houston.” he said in a demanding tone. “houston, look at me.” he added, lifting her chin up to look at him.

her eyes were already filled with tears, some were dripping down her cheeks.

“don’t cry. okay, don’t cry.” he wiped her tears with his thumbs. “houston, listen.” his voice was calm again. “you should’ve told me earlier, okay? you didn’t need to avoid me. you made me worry about you.”

“you don’t understand.” her voice was trembling.

“then make me understand.”

she looked away and took a deep breath as she wiped the remaining stain of tears under her eyes. she sat down on his bed and watched the rain outside by the window. she refused to answer his question. she was afraid to tell him.

he just sighed and drag a stool from across the room and sat by the same window and watched the rain falling, too.

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an: idk but this is already making my heart break and ok this is the “drama” i was talking about kk