Stuck in the Middle (Two Stories in One) [Calum Hood & Luke Hemmings AU]

13. Calum

"You know, when you first told us about your engagement to Sloane, I kind of hated you a little bit."

Calum would've choked on his water had he been surprised by Luke's statement. But given the recent turn of events, he wasn't. Instead, he lowered the water bottle and met his friend's gaze sitting across from him, a pile of UNO cards in between them as they played. The two of them sat on the deck, sharing one of the long beach chairs to play easily, the sun burning against their backs welcomingly.

Lowering the water bottle, Calum cleared his throat and flatly responded, "Just a little bit?"

Luke met his dry humor with an empty smirk of his own as he looked through the cards in his hand. He put down one to do his turn. "It's fucked up." Calum knew he didn't have to voice his agreement for Luke to know that he thought the same. "This is gonna sound fucking dramatic but I don't know how I'm supposed to watch my best friend marry the girl I love, man."

Calum rolled his lips into his mouth, intent gaze on his cards yet thoroughly unfocused. "'S not dramatic," he mumbled quietly, a subtle furrow in his brows. "I can be partners with Sloane for business but marriage... I don't see how we're not gonna end up resenting each other down the road. We're friends, we get along, but loyalty in friendship and loyalty in marriage are two completely different things." Calum recognized the guilt that was beginning to form a lump in his throat, the emptiness he felt since the other day at the hospital when River found out everything ever present in making him feel completely hollow. He lifted his gaze, brown eyes meeting Luke's blue, the sincerity deepening Calum's voice as he said, "I'm sorry this is affecting you, too, Luke. Sloane and I... We never meant to hurt you." He swallowed thickly. "Or River."

His grip on the cards tightened, threatening to fold them in his fist at the mention of the woman with the prettiest green eyes, whose house he'd be able to see if he just glanced over his shoulder. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her, except the thoughts of her in his head were haunting. They consisted of her teary eyes, of the hurt and anger painted across her face, of the fierce betrayal heavy in her voice when she told him to leave. And as much as Calum tried to think of the happier times he'd had with her since his arrival to Florida, he couldn't, because he knew he didn't deserve to. Why should he be allowed to revere in the good memories of them when he caused her so much pain?

And he hated that his best friend was hurting, too, and that Sloane would eventually have to say goodbye to a relationship that everyone knew was right. Calum could tell, just by looking at them, how much Sloane and Luke meant to each other, how years of friendship had finally blossomed into a mutual love that was a long time coming. And it would all come to an end because of a stupid fucking arrangement. Fuck, Calum was desperate to figure a way out of this mess that would be beneficial for everyone involved. Maybe he could.

"I know," Luke responded to Calum's apology, a small and appreciative smile hinting at his dimples. Luke sighed, broad shoulders sinking as he breathed out, "It's just..."

"A shit situation."

"Completely."

Their mutual understanding made for an easy silence as they continued the game, interrupted only when Calum's phone notified him of a text message. His heart dropped when he read Sloane's text.

Come to the hospital. I'm with River. It's not good.

He was pretty sure he'd broken some traffic laws on his way to the hospital, but Calum didn't give a fuck.

The smell of disinfectant burned Calum's nose as he burst into the hospital like a madman, but that was the least of his worries. He immediately turned to walk down the familiar path that led to the elevators that would take him to Maggie's floor, only to be stopped by Sloane's voice calling out his name. His heart was pounding as he looked to his left, eyes landing on Sloane sitting in the waiting room, River right next to her. Throat locked, Calum made his way over, feeling his fingers trembling and not entirely trusting his knees to keep him supported as he took in the sight of River.

She sat next to Sloane, whose arms were wrapped around her, while River's head leaned against her shoulder. The air rushed out of Calum's lungs as he took in her face; tear streaked and flushed, but completely void of any emotions. She stared blankly ahead at the floor in front of her, oblivious and uncaring to the world around her, and the nausea twisted Calum's stomach as he neared her. Oh, no. Oh no oh no oh no. His gaze met Sloane's, who was trying her best to comfort River during an inconsolable time, and Calum knew just how terribly River's world had blown up.

Calum crouched down in front of River, ignoring the trembling of his legs and the weight of the chains around his neck seemed to have on him as he peered up at her. She hadn't looked at him, staring out into space. She looked so haunted, so empty, and Calum wanted nothing more than to turn back time and make it all better for her. To bring that smile he'd fallen so deeply in love with return to its rightful place.

"She had a stroke." River's voice was a broken whisper, just barely heard in the noise of the hospital, but enough to tighten Calum's stomach and send his heart flying into his throat. "The flu and her diabetes it just—it was too much. Sh-she had a stroke." Her watery, red rimmed green eyes met Calum's glassy brown, her lower lip trembling. "Grams is gone."

He wanted to cry. Over the loss of the loving woman, over the scalding pain River was experiencing, over all of the fucking bullshit she's had to face, and over his own part in some of it. And despite feeling his own body tremble, he refused to be anything but strong and sturdy for her.

He reached for her hands. "River, I'm so—"

"No, no," she shook her head, a frown on her face as she pulled her hands from him. Calum and Sloane watched, his throat tightening as a sob ripped through River, and he could feel every bit of his heart breaking as fresh tears escaped her and she cried, "No, you lied to me. You're a liar." She tried to move away, pushing herself further into the chair as the movements forced Sloane's arms from around her, but River was too busy looking at Calum like he'd ripped her heart out, and he fucking hated himself for it. "You're just gonna leave me. You're gonna leave just like my mom and dad and Grams. You're just gonna—"

"Hey, hey, baby, please." Calum kicked himself into action, his voice smooth and hoping to comfort her as he pushed himself up and into the seat next to River. He gently grasped her arms, heart thudding as she tried to half heartedly struggle against him, her sobs growing louder and louder. He was aware of people looking their way, had half a mind to tell them to fuck off as his gaze met Sloane's worried one. She looked almost as distraught as Calum felt as he pulled a crying, struggling River into him. "Shh, River, I got you."

His voice was smooth despite his own emotions threatening to lock his throat, but Calum was efficient in pulling River into his lap, hugging her to him as her face buried in the crook of his neck and her body wracked with the sobs escaping her. He barely noticed Sloane lean back into her chair, palms pressed together as she brought her hands to her lips, watching as Calum did his best to keep himself together in order to comfort the woman falling apart in his arms.

Every cry that fell from River's mouth sunk deeply into his bones, his eyes squeezing shut as he pressed his cheek against her head, holding her tightly and rubbing her back as he cradled her to him. It was the most devastating sound, hearing her cry so deeply, so brokenly. Nothing he could do would ease her pain, Calum knew. But being with River, holding her and letting her cry, was the only way he knew, for now, to let her know he wasn't going to leave her. Fuck the arrangement. Fuck the drama. Fuck all of this pain that no one had expected. He was going to figure out a way to stop this from controlling—ruining—their lives. He wasn't going to leave River. Not now, not ever.