Calum Hood One Shots

Rooftop Rendezvous

Summary: Sure, there's a party going on downstairs to celebrate him and his band. But the roof was where the real fun was.

The sky was clear as she stepped onto the roof, the metal door creaking behind her as it swung shut with a clang. But her arrival didn't faze the man across the roof, leaning forward on the railing as billows of smoke escaped him, back still towards her. She slowly made her way over, her heels clicking on the ground and fingers wrapped around her half drunk flute of champagne. It wasn't too cold out, despite the latest weather in New York, shivers only running down her spine when a breeze blew, goosebumps rising on her exposed legs thanks to the full sleeved dress she was adorning.

"You realize the party downstairs is for you, right?" she called out, her voice not exactly cutting sharply through the quiet of the night, save for the distant sounds of cars honking, but more like gliding through the air in her lilting tone.

Calum glanced at her over his shoulder, the corners of his lips quirking up as she neared him. She wasn't a fan of staying too long at a party if she wasn't drunk enough, just like him. She came up to his left, elegantly sipping from her glass as she noticed his on resting on the brick railing. Calum looked back out ahead, the lights of the buildings around them, the one they occupied taller than the rest, and the streets below providing a soft glow to his features. "Fresh air's good for the soul," he said before, ironically, bringing his cigarette to his lips.

The sight of his cheeks hollowing around the small stick sparked her own craving for one. "Can I get one?"

Calum glanced at her before leaving the cigarette dangling between his full lips and reaching into the pockets of his slacks, the glittering sequences on the side glimmering, as he pulled out his packet, flicking the top open with his thumb. She grabbed one, placing it between her lips and Calum replaced the pack with his lighter, bringing it up and flicking it on. The embers of the small flame glowed against her face, shadowing her lips and cheekbones and long lashes that Calum admired, as she leaned in to catch the end of the cigarette to light it.

She took a drag, eyes on Calum's profile, taking in the sweep of his lashes and the sharpness of his jaw, along with the way he licked his lips after blowing out a puff of smoke, the smell of nicotine dancing in the air. "You guys did really well today," she hummed conversationally, hip resting against the railing as she faced him, though her eyes did sweep over the city below. "The song sounds great live."

His lips curled upwards at the compliment, gaze shifting to her appreciatively. They'd just performed their newest single on Jimmy Fallon, and currently the band was out celebrating the success of the performance along with their last night in New York City. She felt lucky enough to be with them on this small promotional trip, being one of the band's closest friends as well as having no pressing work at home. She always loved an opportunity watching her friends do what they did best. Watching them perform, whether it be the first or the hundredth, was always an experience.

"Thanks," Calum said, the raspy sound filled with genuinity before the small smile widened. The cigarette danced between his fingers, the ends of his short blonde hair swaying against the breeze as he added, "Saw you dancing off on the side. Had me laughing in the middle of the second chorus."

At that, her cheeks flushed with heat, thankful for the lack of lighting on the roof because she was sure her face was red. The mirth was dancing in Calum's dark eyes, clearly finding amusement in her embarrassment as his smiling lips wrapped around the cigarette to take another drag. She looked away, the sight of him damn near ethereal and breathtaking, as she mumbled, "It's a catchy fucking song. Excuse me for enjoying it."

Calum's cheeks pushed up as he laughed, sucking his lower lip in as he did so and adorable crinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes as he held his left arm out to her. "Nah, come on. I loved it," he assured with a sweet smile, and she let him drape his arm around her shoulders to pull her into his side, her purse caught between their thighs.