5 Words

Imagine: Calum

You were at Michael's house. The whole group was here and lately it included you as well. You were amazed that such amazing guys would want your company. Now everything just came naturally. Talking with the guys wasn't as nerve wracking, and you were able to tease each other like of you had done it your whole lives.

You were on the couch, next to Calum. Ashton was on another one, while Luke and Michael were on the floor. You guys were watching a movie. Honestly, you didn't even remember the name of the movie and you had no idea of what was actually happening. All you noticed was Calum beside you. He was wearing a shirt that let you see one of his tattoos. Your heart was beating uncontrollably, and all you wanted to do was touch him. His smiled as something funny happened, and he scooted closer. At least, that's what you thought.

"Would you guys just go out already?"

You looked at Michael. Did he really just say that?

"Leave them alone Michael," that was Ashton.

"I mean seriously, this is getting tiring. You both obviously like each other, so get it over with"

You started blushing. Were you really that obvious? Wait. Did Calum feel something for you?

"Help me out Luke." Michael came over and grabbed Calum while Luke came and grabbed your hand. You had no idea of what was happening and before any of you registered it, you were locked outside with just a "it's for your own good" from Luke.

You just stood there looking down. You could feel your cheeks getting red.

"I have no idea why they did that"

You looked up at him.

"Actually, I do know. Y/n you're great." You wanted to look away so that he wouldn't see how you felt, everyone always said that your expressions were easy to read, but you couldn't. There was something about how his eyes were searching your own that made you want to tell him.

"What I mean to say, is that I really like you and I was hoping you did too, cos it would be-"

"Calum?"

He looked at you hopefully and the smile on your face should've been enough to tell him.

"Yes?"

"I like you too"

The words weren't even fully out of your mouth when he placed his hands on your face and pulled you closer. You could feel his breath on your skin. He whispered "thanks", and made your lips touch. It was gentle, but it was sweet. His lips were warm, and soft. The moment was going to stay with you, you knew it. When your lips separated from his, your eyes were still closed. He grabbed your hand and knocked on the door. The only thing you could think was "thanks Michael".