hey rockstar

sixty ; album of the year

In the morning, I take things slow. By nine Calum was still fast asleep, stretched out across the bed with either of the dogs cuddled into his side. I shuffled around the house as quiet as possible, making my coffee and eating something for breakfast. But I didn't want to wake him, and last week was incredibly busy discussing the album release and live listening. He deserves his sleep.

So I took the box that Is,one had sent me, and tucked myself into the closet. When Cal had discussed me living with him, he took some time to make a little room in his closet and pull out an old dresser he had when Roy still lived with him. Going through the box felt strange, I had the majority of my life just shipped across the world to me - in a big box. But, seeing what Simone had packed me was rather interesting.

She stuffed in what I believe was all of the underwear that I own, a couple bras really not that many. She picked out all of my favourite dresses, and all of the clothes I'd stolen from Calum over the past few months. My favourite jeans, some shorts and randomly selected tops were stuffed in the bottom. And gnarly half of my bathing suits were tangled in with my panties. But, it is definitely enough for a few weeks, even if I decide to get changed four times a fricken day. It takes me an hour to stuff all of my clothing into the dresser and to hang the dresses. Only forcing me to pull out the smaller box and head to the bathroom.

I tiptoe past the bed, pausing as Cal rolls over, sighing loudly. Moving full size products around the bathroom and not making noise is one of the harder things to do. It's not surprising when Calum steps into the bathroom - yawning and stretching in the sunlight.

"What're you doing up so early?"

"Oh honey,it's almost noon. That's not early."

"For a saturday it is," I shrug as I lean back into the counter. "You should try to sleep in tomorrow."

"Cal, we went to bed before 11, that's not even late."

"Okay, well then we're going to keep you up late, and you're gonna sleep in until at least 11 tomorrow."

I shrug my shoulders knowing I will likely be awake before then no matter what time I fall asleep. He stretched himself out, hands on the counter, rolling his neck before he looked up at me. I raise an eyebrow as he squints at me, the bright light from the windows lighting up the room.

"Shower?"

"Do you need one or.."

"Yes, but also you," he moves slowly - hands stretching around my waist to pull me close. "Wet, naked, and in my shower sounds like something i really need."

"Very convincing," I hold back a smile as his hands slip under my shirt, moving up slowly.

"So..." his voice is low, and his accet seems thick as he leans in to kiss me. His eyelashes tickle my skin as he pulls away, his hands slipping my shirt over my head. I giggle as he pushes a whole head of curls out of my eyes, pulling me towards the shower. I laugh as I turn on the water, undressing me in between kisses.

When we're under the warmth of the water he is sweet, and attentive. He pulls his hands through my hair carefully, washing it while he hums a song I'm not familiar with. He kisses my neck and shoulder each time I turn, hands running up and down my body carefully.

"You look so beautiful in the mornings," I shake my head, pulling my hair out of my face while he washes his hair. "I should really get up earlier so I can see you more."

"Okay you bug sap, who are you and where did my boyfriend go?" he laughs, loudly and pulls me under the water by my hips.

"I'm only a sap when it comes to you. I think I fall more in love with you everyday."

"Really though, where is all of your extra love coming from?"

"I don't know. I mean, I've always been quite loving, no?" I nod, I've never had someone send me so many flowers for no reason at all, and he's very open with all of his future plans. "I guess, with you being here all the time I realized how amazing it feels to love you. And, you're here constantly for more than a few days - I mean who knows how long this is going to alst?"

"That's true, but you did say you wanted me to move in after...did you change your mind?" He shakes his head quickly, water speckling my face.

"I do want you to move in! But say this ends in two weeks, we might still go on tour and you'll go back to work and I won't get to see you for a long time. I wanna spend as much time with you as I can - making memories to look back on."

"Maybe we need a rule." his hands land on my hips softly, raising an eyebrow.

"What do you mean by a rule?"

"Well, I've heard about this rule that celebrities have," I raise a hand to motion to him. "Where they have to see each other every two weeks when one of them is traveling. No matter who goes to who, it's always two weeks."

"I think I've heard of that actually." There's a small pause as he thinks of the idea. "Okay, I like that. Two weeks, always two weeks."

Suddenly he starts humming to himself, a huge smile on his face before he sings to the tune of Canyon Moon,

"Two weeks and I'll be home," I giggle slightly as I nod my head. I sigh, rolling my neck before I move to get out of the shower.

Calum follows, setting his towel low on his hips as he leans over my shoulder, kissing my neck. He disappears for a few minutes wandering around the house while I get dressed, and makes his bed while the dogs are gone. I sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed while looking out at the backyard. It's bare mostly, sparing the trees and perennials that surround the edge of the yard. The lights he organized to hang over the length of the yard make the backyard seem more homey, but I miss my garden and the flowers that grow year round. I miss having something so simple and soothing on the weekends like weeding the garden or planting new flowers.

"T?" You alright?"

"Yeah, just a little home sick I think," I turn in time to see him emerging from the closet with a small smile on his face.

"Well, we can fix that. Are you ready to go?" I nod, grabbing my phone and his hand as we go to leave, my bag sitting on the floor near the door. "I have a mission for this weeknd."

"What is that?"

"All the relaxing self care we can handle. Sleeping in, face masks, warm bubble baths with candles. The only non relaxing part is probably going to be the makeup," I giggle but know that I'm probably going to get stabbed in the eye a few times. His smile doesn't fade from the moment we get in the car, and I don't mind seeing him smile so much.

"I saw that reactions are really good, everywhere really," I smiled at him. I spent an hour this morning liking and commenting on different tweets and instagrams posts. Everyone I know is in love with the album, and everyone is living for Calums song - I couldn't be happier.

"I saw that. You don't think they're lying do you?"

"Absolutely not. I think it's the album of the year," he raises an eyebrow at me, a small smirk playing at his lips.

"What about Harry Styles? Niall Horan? Louis Tomlinson-"

"Alright, I got it. Tough competition, but I do think it's one of the best albums of the year. You guys worked so hard and it really paid off."

"We did, I'm proud of us."

"I'm proud of you too," he pulls onto a familiar street and I watch as we approach the target, feeling both excited and nervous for a public outing.