Cold | Calum Hood Fanfic

Sixteen

The next forenoon, when I woke, there was a tight wrap around my waist. I didn't think to much of it, constantly waking up with Michael behind me.

When I spun around, I was shocked to see dark skin, in front of me. At that instant, I kicked away, landing on the floor with my legs in the air, against the bed. I had also knocked the wind out of my lungs, when I landed on my back with a thud.

While I was wheezing, I hadn't noticed the hand tracing circles on my upper thigh, where my gym short's pant leg had fallen. Suddenly, those hands squeezed my hips, and were lifting me. My legs had flopped over his shoulder, and in shock I clinched my hands on the waistband of what I assume are his boxers.

"Calum!" I shouted, finally realizing who was dangling me upside down.

Just then, my bedroom door bursted open, and there grumbling was Michael, "Can you be quiet? It's nine in the morning!" That's when we paused watching him, as he looked us up and down. "What's going on here?"

Calum's grip faltered on my hips, and I crashed back down the the bed. My legs had fallen of his shoulders, meaning nothing was holding me up. Now, with my body flat on my back, and his knees between my legs, I had forgotten to slide my fingers out of his boxer shorts, allowing me to tug them down a bit. Not completely, only enough to expose his faint v-lines.

Once I realized what happened, my fingers were immediately out of his shorts, and back at my sides, before I was apologizing, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-."

"I don't think I want to know," Michael butted in. "Just don't do anything you'll regret, and if you do. Remember I'm still here, and I'll embarrass you both."

I was left confused by his words, but he had left the room before I had a chance to question him. Standing up, I walked up to the open door to shut it.

When I turned around, heat flushed into my cheeks, from seeing a kneeling Calum on my bed, with his bottoms still a bit low. Calum's eyebrow rose, and before long his feet touched ground, as he stalked closer to me.

I stepped back, only to be against the wood, in intimidation. His palm and elbow were against the door, beside either side of my head. While, his shoulders were back, his lower body pressed on me.

Calum was beginning to scare me a lot more than you would have thought. I turned my head to the side, attempting at hiding my quivering lip. It didn't help when a single tear slid down my cheek.

"Huh? Iva, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He questioned franticly, lifting himself off of me. His arms moved away, then using one, Calum lifted my head with his palm under my chin, and fingers against my wet cheek. "Please, talk to me," he pleaded.

I shook my head, then flung myself into his arms, with my hands clinched on his stomach. He stiffened in shock, but soon simply held me.

Once my sharp breaths smoothed out, I stepped back, sliding down the door. I rest my forehead on top of my knees, with my fingers curled into my matted hair. Through the corner of my wide eyes, I saw Calum copy my motion, except the pads of his fingers were rubbing shapes on my shoulder blade and one at a time slipping my hands from my hair.

Finally I cracked, words spilling from my mouth, "I. I. I'm sorry! I. I just! I, um. I-."

He placed his thumb not on my back, vertically over my lips, silencing my stutters.

"Just calm down. Then, you can say what you're trying to say."

I nodded, then laid the side of my head on my knees, while staring up at Calum. Now calmer, I began to explain, "I'm sorry.... The position was just so familiar, and it scared me."