𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

"𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫."

calum found you in the bathroom, crying. mascara running down your face, hair a mess.

you tried to act like everything was fine, but once he hugged you, all the tears came back.

he carried you out to the bedroom, and pulled you gently onto his lap. his head rested on top of yours, and he hummed the tune to your favorite song, rocking you back and forth.

"whatever happened, i promise it'll get better." he kissed your forehead softly, slightly twirling a strand of your hair in his fingers.

calum always found a way to make it better.