Inciting Incident (Harry Styles)

Chapter 6

But high up above or down below
When you are too in love to let it show
Oh but if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

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After an eventful day touring Harrods, we decided on an early night. I haven't heard from Callum until this morning, which I wasn't complaining about, honestly. The thought of not wanting to hear from Callum confuses me, I know that all couples argue but arguing this much is just taking it out of me.

When I first met Callum, he couldn't keep his eyes off me. He would compliment everything that I dd or wore, and when I didn't wear anything of course. He would notice every little thing different, if it was having my hair cut or my nails done, and just compliment me.

After a while, it just kept getting little by little each time. Once he got me he just didn't seem to try anymore there was no chase anymore, and now he seems like he's scared to lose me due to his possessiveness.

My phone lite up, and starting ringing. 'Callum' Well, that's creepy.

I answered the phone, rubbing my eyes tiredly and sat up, glancing at the time to see it was midnight.

"Cal?" I question wondering why on earth he's calling me at this time.

"Hey baby, how are you?" He greeted, happily? I raised an eyebrow a little surprised. "I just want to apologise for my outburst this morning." I was taken aback that he actually apologised but I couldn't help but smile at the thought.

"Works been tough?" I asked quietly, getting up from the bed, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders and tiptoeing downstairs so I don't wake anyone up.

Callum has a lot of pressure on his shoulders due to the type of work he is in, I can't deny that he works hard, if there are no stories, there are no articles for him to edit and the magazine/ newspaper he's currently working for focuses mostly on celebrity scandals or updates and when they don't get the articles they blame whoever they can, and in this case that person is Callum. He started out as a journalist, straight out of Uni but a couple of months ago he got this job he couldn't refuse and I was so happy for him, but I could tell it was getting him down.

"Yeah, been so stressful. There's no decent stories at the moment. I need someone to do something. I'm literally losing my mind. All we've got right now is Katie Price going back into rehab and we don't even know if it's entirely accurate." I can tell he's stressed just by the tone of his voice and I can't help but sigh back, knowing there's nothing I could do to help.

That's the only downside about living in Cornwall, nothing happens down there so Callum either has to travel to get stories or find them on the internet or surmise information from what he's read or heard from his colleagues.

"Are you even allowed to write something to the public even if you don't know if its 100% true?" I question hating the fact that he could be adding to the celebrity gossip.

"The publishers don't really care as long as it's juicy and gets people buying whatever we put out." He pauses before continuing quickly. "You know I hate doing this babe but if I don't then I get paid nothing and you know I can't afford that." I blow slowly into the mic while letting out an exasperated sigh I know what he is saying is right but it doesn't seem fair.

"Well while I'm in London I'll keep an eye out and let me know if you need me to do anything." I stated, as there was a silence on his end. I took a seat on the sofa, bringing my knees up to my chest. "So, me and Gemma went to Harrods today. It's amazing, we'll have to go when we get a weekend free." I said with glee.