Not Perfect. (A 5SOS Calum Hood Fanfic)

Gotcha

Idk where to start but this is gonna finish soon sooo yeah

-Andy's POV-

I looked over at Calum who was helping my mum with the barbecue. I smiled to myself.

"So, Andy, are you and Calum talking now?" Luke asked me, a can of coke in his hand.

"I guess so. Yeah." I beamed.

"I saw you kiss." He chuckled, taking the seat next to me.

"Oh, right." I blushed, looking down.

"Don't take any notice of Michael and Ash though. They're idiots." He told me seriously.

"I know." I replied, looking into his clear blue eyes.

"Good. Now stop staring you creep." He bitch glared at me then smiled.

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"Stop that right now Calum Hood." I grumbled as Calum waltzed around my room doing the chicken dance.

"YOU CAN'T SOO IT. YOU CANNOT STOP IT." He shrieked, now doing some kind of random crab dance thing.

"What're you doing now?" I asked. He started hip thrusting or some shit, making it impossible for me not to laugh.

"Dance with me Andy!" he shouted.

"No!" I shouted back, just as deafeningly loud.

"YES!" He yelled louder.

"NAH UH SISTER!" I screamed. He pulled on my arm to try and get me off if my need but I wasn't having it.

"I'll kiss you." He warned.

"Ok fine. I'll dance. Chill man. No need to spread cooties." I told him, standing up.

"I'm still gonna kiss you." He told me, matter-off-factly.

"CATCH ME IF YA CAN!" I shrieked like a little girl and swung the door open, running out if my room and down the stairs. I could hear his footsteps coming out of my room so I sprinted round the corner and his in the pantry.

"I know you're down here Andy." He giggled.

"No..." I whispered, trying to hold in my giggle.

"I'm coming to get ya. I'm coming to get ya. Run run run." He chanted, his footsteps trailing off into my mums office. I pushed open the pantry doors and tip-toed out if the kitchen and into the lounge.

"Gotcha." He whisper-shouted, wrapping his arms around my waist and scaring the daylight out of me. A small squeal escaped my mouth, making is both giggle.

"Gotcha." Calum repeated, smiling against my neck before kidding it.

"No kisses!" I grumbled, sounding like a two year old. "Cuddles." I demanded. I tried to break out of his grasp but failed miserably.

"Let go." I mumbled.

"Nah." He responded.

"Fine." I sighed, dragging him up the stairs. "Calllluuuummmmmmm."

"What?" he grumbled.

"Get off of me." I stated, his arms still wrapped around my waist.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I need you to move." I told him, glaring at him the best I could.

"Boop." He booped my nose after taking his arms from my waist.

"You annoy me." I grumbled.

"Oh well." He smiled, walking into my room and flopping down on the bed. I shook my head and grabbed my phone. I saw three missed calls and three unread texts.

"What?" Calum asked. He looked slightly worried but i just shrugged it off.

"They're all from Tristan..." I trailed off. I read through each one. "Its... Ollie." I mumbled.

"What about 'em?" He asked.

"He... broke his wrist or something." I told him.

"Oh" he murmured.

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Yeah Ollie broke his wrist. Smartie. Annnyyywwaaaaayyyy bye loverlies :)