if you want to listen to the song-idk i just really dig ed sheerans cover of stay with me so you can listen to the regular or that one it doesn't matter they both work really well with the chapter i think :-)
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why am i so emotional?
no, it's not a good look
gain some self control.
stay with me; sam smith
★ calum ★
"i think i'm going to nap."
"okay. i'll leave."
"no!" calum says, an accidental edge in his voice. "please don't."
"okay? are you alright?" luke asks. calum didn't realise it, but he apparently looks sort of sad. actually, he's crying.
"oh. i'm fine."
"you can tell me any thing, calum."
calum drags luke to his bedroom. "come on, let's lie down."
"i'll lie down," luke says, "after you tell me what's wrong."
calum shakes his head. he remembers how things were in sydney. he can't decide if he wants it back or not. "nothing's wrong. i just- i need some one. i need you. don't blush. please, because it's not a compliment. i hate it. i feel really vulnerable and stupid."
"you're not vulnerable or stupid," luke tells him.
but he is. he is, because he can't get along without michael. michael, his best friend, who didn't even want him any more.
"babe.." luke starts.
"i left a good life back in cali," calum tells him. "i left a good friend."
luke pulls calum over to the bed and they snuggle up together.
"his name was michael. we really got along well. we met when we were like, five. when we were thirteen, he went to london for like, two years. when he came back, we were better than ever. we were best friends for so long. then he just left. not physically. he still lived in california. but mentally, he left me. after thirteen years of friendship, luke, he was done."
"calum."
"i need you, luke."
calum tugs at luke's hair and buries his face in the crook of his neck.
"i need you, and i know it sounds stupid and vulnerable, but i do. i really do. does that scare you off?" calum asks quietly.
"no. not at all. every one has baggage, cal," luke says with a sad, reassuring smile. he looks deep in thought.
"you're perfect," calum states. "what's your baggage?"
"my mom. my dad. my brothers. every thing is baggage, except for the flowers. they're art."
"why?"
luke begins an explanation on flowers. "well, it's a skill. it's some thing that you can't just d-"
"no, why's every thing baggage?"
"oh. well, every thing's got to be perfect, you know? like, if i do this right, it'll avenge my mother's death. but no, that's not how it works. she doesn't need avenged. she killed herself, calum, so maybe i'm just scared if it's not right i'll end up like her. i'm already like her!
my dad and brothers, well, fuck, that's a whole other story. do you know what it's like to be so under the expectations? my brothers are stars. they're wonderful, they're every thing my dad wanted for his kids. i'm the total opposite. i'm lanky, and weird, and awkward, and i like flowers for god's sake. do you think i'm what my dad is looking for?"
calum grins. "i don't know. i don't know your dad. but. you're exactly what i'm looking for."
"stop," luke mutters and blushes. "this was about you."
"i'm done talking about me."
"can i recommend a therapist?"
"no. not unless it's you."
"it's not me."
"then no. let's talk about you again. what's your favourite colour?" calum asks.
"i like blue. what's yours?" luke replies.
"i like red. why do you like blue?"
"i don't know. why do you like red?"
"we're not talking about me, remember? how'd you get so hot?" calum laughs because now luke buries his face in the crook of calum's neck.
"that was a stupid question," luke says, but his voice is muffled by calum's skin. "genetics."
"no way. you're like, supernaturally hot."
"stop it."
calum doesn't need to see luke to know that he's blushing.
they just lie there, for a few minutes, luke in calum's arms now, and calum stroking luke's hair (his really fucking soft hair), and both of them breathing deeply and trying to engrave this memory into their brains permanently.
"please, lukey, you didn't see me cry. i hate crying," calum pleads.
"you look good, even when you cry."
"no- no, luke, i- it doesn't matter if i look good, it's how i feel. i feel bad."
luke looks like he has some thing pressing to say. "i-, calum."
luke leans in and kisses calum, but calum's feeling luke's lips on his own like they're broken glass and he needs to be careful. calum doesn't dig the way he's being kissed.
he pulls his mouth off. "why are you doing that?"
"doing what?" luke asks.
"kissing me like i'm- like i'm some fragile, glass structure, or some thing!" calum says desperately.
"because- because you are! yes, you're a diamond. you're strong, and you're eminent, and so pretty. but calum, diamonds are broken glass. if you're not careful, any thing can break."
calum eyes are swimming in their sockets and he doesn't recognise this new, loud, articulate lucas.
"broken glass can be a good thing," luke tells him.
"i don't agree."
"i've been broken glass for a long time now."
"luke."
"it's okay to be broken glass, i still like you, you should like you, too."
"lucas."
"you like me, right?"
"i love you, luke."
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helloooo cally dropped the l-bomb :o i hope you enjoyed this chapter though and please comment because encouragement is rad! and yeah thank you for reading even if you don't acknowledge that im a human and you literally just read it that's cool but it feels nice to know that people appreciate your writing so yeah :) anD WOOHOO THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO BabyBagel AND @TheFaultInOurLucas FOR BEING THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO LIKE THIS STORY ILY GUYS also happy thanksgiving :::::::))
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