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You scooped another large spoon of ice cream in your mouth as you sat with your legs propped up on Calum's lap. "I mean," you paused to swallow the ice cream, "I don't get it. He sleeps with another fucking slut and blames it on me and demands that we go on a break. What the fuck is wrong with guys? I'm done with them. They are stupid and mean and they have cooties," you let another tear fall as you turned your attention back on the show that you were watching.
"Come on, (Y/n), not all guys are bad," Calum rolled his eyes at your over exaggeration.
"Well, you're nice. Your friends are as well but...I don't know. All the guys I fall for are just fucking assholes. Literally," you sighed.
He groaned and stood up suddenly, causing your feet to get pushed forward. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, "Calum, what the hell?" you asked in bewilderment.
He looked like he was contemplating saying something but you urged him to talk. "Come on Cal, we've been best friends since middle school, you can tell me anything-"
"That's just it!" he yelled, pointing a finger at you. "We have been best friends since we met in sixth grade but since then all you've done is prance around and bring all of your asshole boyfriends in and out of the apartment. They all hurt you, (Y/n). All of them. And I tell you every time to be careful but you brush it off and tell me that you think he might be 'the one'." Calum started pacing then, a look of hurt and determination across his face.
"And I sit here and just watch the girl I am so fucking in love with cry after every guy breaks up with her and it shreds my heart because I can not describe how much I love you."
"Cal-" you tried but he shushed you.
A bitter laugh escapes his lips, "And you know what I notice about each guy that saunters in here for the first time? His eyes aren't even on yours. They're on your fucking ass or your boobs the whole fucking time. (Y/n), I'd never do that to you. You mean everything to me and it sucks when you bring guys in who don't even appreciate the things you do. Like the way you poke your tongue out of your mouth when your concentrating or how much you love chocolate fudge brownie ice cream or how great your voice is when you sing but you're too shy to sing so I can only hear it when you're showering.
"There aren't enough god damn words to describe how I feel about you. Fuck it, if you bring another guy in this fucking apartment one more god damn time, I'm going to lose it." And with that, he stormed into his room and slammed the door.
You groaned in frustration and ran your hand through your hair. After his long speech, everything seemed clear to you. Every time you brought a guy home it always puzzled you why Calum always remained silent with a pissed off facial expression. He never even tried to talk to any of your boyfriends because he was jealous.
Grief washed over you and you dropped your head into your hands. With his newfound confession playing over in your head, for the first time you started thinking about how Calum looked. He wasn't unattractive by any means but being best friends for years had blinded you from that. You also started thinking about his body, tall and built from when he works out every now and then.
It felt weird thinking of the guy you always thought of like your best friend like this, but you suddenly had an itch to feel his body against yours. You felt like you needed his touch.
A rush of courage swept through you and you slowly knocked on his door. "Go away," a voice mumbled from the other side of the door.
Ignoring his request you opened the door anyways and you were met with a bare-chested Calum who was seemingly changing into his pajamas. He cringed when you walked in and took a hesitant step towards you, "(Y/n), I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that and I don't wanna mess up what we already have-wait what are you doing?"
