The Help~(Completed♡)

Needs

Damon's P.O.V.

"Damon?", Callum whispered, coming into the dining room.

"Woah, you look like shit kid. What's wrong?" He sat next to me at the table,

"I haven't slept in like... like three days." I got up and got him a glass of water and a breakfast bar, sitting back down,

"Have you been eating? When was the last time you drank water?" He looked up at me, absolutely drained,

"I haven't done anything Damon. I-I can't bring myself to do anything."

"What happened?"

"I messed up. Bad." He sniffled a little bit, "I-I said really mean things about d-", he stopped, "Luke. And-And then I went to a party he said I couldn't go to and-and he was really mad. I know it was partially because of the stuff I said and I don't even know how he found out. I-I lost him. He stopped acting like I was his kid. He started seriously treating me like a foster kid and I forgot how terrible that feels. I forgot what it was like to feel like you were in a home, not your home. It sucks. I-I guess I deserve it though." He paused, "It-It was too good to be true. I never deserved to have a family or-or a real dad. I knew that from the beginning and I got too comfortable here. I let myself believe this was my forever home and it's not. It's a foster home. That's all it's ever been. That's all I'll ever be. A foster kid." I didn't even know where to start.

"Callum, you are not 'just a foster kid'. And this has never been just a foster home. It's your home. You belong here and you're safe here. You're supposed to feel like you have a family and be comfortable here because you are home. You made a mistake. Your dad is hurt and I'm sure he thinks he did something wrong for you to treat him like that. Have you tried talking to him about it?"

"He didn't wanna talk about it. He hasn't even spoken to me since."

"Do you need me to comfort you or tell you what to do?"

"I need you to tell me what to do. I-I lived my whole life with no guidance and now that I've had it for a year, I feel like I can't make a single decision without help."

"That's good. You need to go home- to your home you a absolutely belong in- and you need to talk to the man who is the best father you have ever and will ever have. You absolutely need to apologize to him for what you did and said. Find out why you said it. Tell him what you told me and tell him the truth- that you need him to take care of you and love you and communicate with you. That you need him to be your dad. I've never known Luke to hold a grudge unless it was for his kids, never against them. I'm sure he's hurt and upset but he puts his kids first." He nodded,

"Okay. Thanks Damon."

"Of course."

Luke's P.O.V.

Callum came in from Damon's, his pale blue eyes landing on me as he swallowed hard. He looked terrible. I just wanted to scoop him up and take care of him. But I wasn't his dad.

"I'm sorry.", he choked out, pulling me from my thoughts, "I know I hurt you. I never meant the things I said, I was just trying to protect myself and I never meant to hurt you in the process. It-It was wrong and selfish. I just- I don't deserve all this. I don't deserve a-a home and a family. I don't deserve a real dad. It was too good to be true and I got scared and fucked it up. I know I let you down. It's not the first time and I highly doubt it will be the last. I tend to let down the people who believe in me until they leave and I don't think I can take another person leaving me. So I-I tried to detach myself before something happened." He forced a painful laugh, "And then I was the something that happened." He paused, "I know I messed up really bad this time but I'll do anything to fix it. I-I went twelve years with no one and in one year, you've turned me into someone who can't be alone. I-I need you. I need you as my dad. I need you to take care of me and make me go to bed and drink water because I never realized how hard it was to do those things on my own. Damon gave me a glass of water and I almost cried because in three days, I've forgotten how to take care of myself and what it felt like for someone else to take care of me. And I know that's my fault. I've never regretted something so much. I'll do anything to fix this but I-I understand if you don't wanna be my dad. I-I was just a foster kid to begin with, I get it if that's all I am to you now." I got up and walked over to him, hugging him tightly,

"Don't ever say something like that again.", I said softly, "You're much, much more than just a foster kid. You're my son." He broke down sobbing as I gently pulled him to the couch, still holding him tightly. "Shh, calm down. I've got you.", I whispered, "Don't ever say I'm not your dad again. To anyone, including yourself. I'm the closest to a father you've ever had and I've never considered you anything different than my son. I forgive you for everything and I love you so, so much."

"I-I-I love you to-too dad." I held him for a few minutes until he calmed down,

"C'mon."

"W-Why?"

"I'm taking care of you."