𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬

it was another day in the 5SOS house, but today was different. something just seemed off, but you didn't know what.

you woke up that morning with a terrible stomach ache. but this was normal. you were pregnant. you were only three weeks, but calum didn't know yet. you didn't know how to.

you threw up that morning before taking a shower and putting on lounge clothes. you had nowhere important to go today.

you ate breakfast that morning like usual, with your blueberry frozen waffles and a cup of warm coffee.

but today, the silence was there. even though the guys weren't home this morning, the silence didn't feel right.

but you ignored it and went about your day as usual. doing the boys's laundry, cleaned their rooms, and paid the bills. so far the day was normal. until the guys got home.

calum walked in the door, threw down his keys and jacket onto the table, and ran upstairs.

you looked over at luke who was behind him, and gave him a confused look.

"what's wrong with him?" you asked, standing up and turning off the tv.

"i don't know. he got really quiet with me in the car. i couldn't get him to stop looking down at his phone." you ruffled your eyebrows and started to walk upstairs to you and calums shared room.

you could see that the bathroom light was on, and you could also see cals shadow on the wall.

"cal? you alright?" you asked, peering into the bathroom. he was faced towards the mirror, looking at himself. his face was red and his eyes were bloodshot. there were tears all over his face.

"babe, what's wrong." you placed your hand on his shoulder, but he moved away, covering his face with his hands.

"babe?" you asked, trying to step closer to him. you had no idea what could be wrong. nothing bad had happened in your relationship lately, so you hoped it wasn't that.

"stop calling me that." he finally said, sniffling and running his hands on his face to dry the tears.

"stop calling you what?" you asked, trying to move closer. trying to let calum open up to you.

"stop playing stupid." he pushed past you and walked over to the bed where his phone was lying. he opened it up, and started scrolling through social media.

"playing stupid? calum what is wrong with you?" you tried, stepping out of the bathroom, moving closer to the bed.

"more like what's wrong with you, y/n. i gave you everything i possibly could and you go and throw it all away like it's not worth shit to you." he said, and tossed his phone on the bed, and walked over to the window.

"cal what happened? just tell me what i did so i can fix it." you moved closer to the bed, trying to get a good look at what was on his phone before he could turn around and get upset again.

it was a picture. a picture of you sitting in a coffee shop with your brother matt, you both holding hands. it was right after he had told you that his wife was having a baby. you didn't get why he was so mad over a picture.

"three years. three years we've been together. who knows how long you've been seeing this guy. now it all makes sense. when you came home late every evening last week and said that you were held up at work, or that it's just nothing." he said, wiping his face again.

"what? calum last week i was doing things. important things that i didn't plan on telling you about right now." you finally understood. your brother lived in canada, so calum didn't know who he was. he didn't know what matt looked like either. all he saw was the picture and started freaking out.