Unpredictable: Calum Hood fanfiction

Chapter 28

Christmas day was actually a lot worse than I expected it to be. Probably because it was my first Christmas without my father. Most kids, and even teenagers woke up excited to see what they've recieved under their tree. Me on the other hand, I woke up crying. Tears silently spilling down the side of my cheeks as I stared at the ceiling, not ready for the moment my mother walks in and tells me it's time to go downstairs.

We opened presents and watched movies all day, time going by a lot slower than I wish it would've. My mum made me hot chocolate and my favorite dinner to cheer me up, but all I could look forward to was going back to my room and laying down.

It's now 11:56 p.m and I've been laying on my slightly too hard of a bed since 8. If this day was so hard on me, how am I gonna react in 4 minutes when it's been exactly 1 year since my fathers death? Honestly I wish I could just turn my life off for a bit. Just for tomorrow. It's all I want.

11:59. All I can do is stare at the clock, waiting and dreading the moment it hits 12.

12:00 a.m. December 26th, 2015.

As soon as the clock strikes 12, tears fall and my phone buzzes. I look over, wiping the tears with my sleve.

--

12:00

From: calum

i'm coming over.

--

12:01

To: calum

why?

---

12:02

from: calum

i'm not stupid. just open your front door.

--

I build up all the possible strength I can and push myself up from the bed, not even bothering to be quiet in case my mom is asleep. My sweat pants hang loosely around my waist, and my white pajama shirt slides lightly off my shoulder. I'm sure my hair is a mess and luckily I wasn't wearing any makeup.

Once I'm at the bottom of the steps, I turn the lock and open the door. My eyes connect with Calum's and as soon as they do, I shatter.

He walks in, although I didn't bother to invite him inside. Closing the door behind him and turning the lock with one arm, while pulling me into a hug with the other. When the lock is secure his other arm snakes around my waist, squeazing tighter than he ever has.

I grip onto his jacket with my fist, burring my head into his shoulder.

Calum doesn't do anything. He just stands there and holds me while lightly rubbing circles in my back. I squeeze his jacket tighter in my hand, turning my skin a light pink.

Eventually my knees give out and I collapse. Luckily Calum is right in front of me, and I guess he sensed what was about to happen, because before I could even begin to fall he had his hands under my arms, helping me stand straight. With one arm around his shoulder and the other hanging loosely by my side, Calum slowly walked us both over to the couch. I flung my legs up over his lap and laid my head on his shoulder, not even making a sound.

All I could do is cry, cry, cry and cry some more, silent tears spilling harder than ever. I heard a door upstairs open and I wasn't ready to hear my mum yelling about Calum being here at midnight, but I didn't care enough to hide him.

My mum reached the bottom of the stairs and looked at us, and to my surprise she doesn't say anything. She just pushed her lips into a straight line, and she only does that when she's about to cry.