𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬

"babe i've got to go before michael comes in. get dressed." you tried wiggling out of calums strong grip so he could find the motivation to get out of bed.

"ugh." he moaned, and tightened his grip around your waist.

"cal, if michael comes in and sees me in your bed, he's going to kill both of us. and plus you've got an interview to attend to today." you whined, still struggling against his strong grip, getting nowhere.

"can't we just tell him we're dating? because then i could kiss you in front of everyone." calum said, placing a kiss on your jaw.

"cal, he's told you a million times that you can't date me. so unless you want both of us to be killed i'd suggest that you get up, and get dressed before michael comes into my bedroom to wake me up. cause if he doesn't find me in my bed, he's going to be really ticked off." you continued to struggle until calum sighed and let go, making you tumble off the bed.

you quickly stood up off of the floor, "well that was rude."

"you asked for it." calum smiled? yawning afterwords.

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it was finally time for the boys to begin their interview. you just hoped calum wouldn't get too drunk and end up spilling the beans.

you sat down in a chair and smiled at calum before he sat down in his chair.

"hi. i'm calum hood. calum thomas hood. i'm a bassist in 5 seconds of summer." then he took a shot of whatever alcohol the interviewers gave him.

he made a disgusted face, and handed back the shot glass, "can i get another one."

you shook your head at him. you knew what he was doing. he wanted to get drunk so he could tell michael.

the interviewer gave him another shot, and then handed him a margarita.

"aw sick." he smiled, taking it.

you sighed. you were screwed.

michael nudged you, "why does he keep making eye contact with you?"

"i don't know. he's getting drunk. he's going to be acting weird." you said, trying to act like you didn't know why cal was giving you looks.

after a few rounds of shots and drinking, calum was over the top.

"so cal, can we ask you a few questions, regarding your love life?" your eyes widened when the interviewer asked the question.

you widened your eyes and shook your head at him, trying to make him get the point that you didn't want him answering any questions, considering the boys had
had a lot of drinks and calum would say something stupid.

"oh yea sure." calum slurred.

you sighed, making michaels head turn toward you, "why are you acting weird?"

"i'm not. your just drunk so you find everything weird."

michael shrugged and continued to sip through his beer hat.

"so calum, do you have anyone special in your life right now? like a girlfriend, or anyone you've been seeing?" the interviewer asked.

calum smiled. he was going to blow it.

"uh yea, i do actually. uh, she actually lives with us. she's been our photographer since we were like, in high school up until this point. her brother michael said we're not allowed to date, but i don't care. she slept with me last night." he winked at the camera, and started cracking up.