𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 → CALUM HOOD

𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲.

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━ ✩・*。𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ｡˚✩
012.┊　𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗷𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲.
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ぉゔぇ羅 ♡.°୭̥ 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲;

      𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀 walked into her room, flicking off the lights, her brunette hair up in a messy bun. A oversized sweater, her laptop in her hands as she made her way towards her bed, flicking on her salt lamps that were scattered around her room. Rick and Morty in the background as she typed away on her laptop, the events of early today playing through her mind. Her and Harry kissed. Their first kissed since they had ended it all those years ago, and of course Andrea still loved him, he was her first. She could never forget him and the way he made her feel — but then, there's Calum.

She knew she shouldn't be thinking of him in that way after all his her best friend. And there was no way Calum would see her more than that. Friends.

Maybe this was the universe telling her that maybe it was time to more on. Maybe her and Calum weren't meant to be more than just friends. Maybe she was supposed to fall in love with him but they were never meant to be together in that way. At all.

Maybe this was the universe telling her that it was her and Harry are meant to be. After all, they did find they're way back to each other after all those years.

But, Andrea couldn't help but think what it would be like if the universe was in her side. Would it be different? Would she be in Maggie's position? Maybe.

Sighing, Andrea closed her laptop and made her way towards the bookshelf, pulling out one of her old journals. The one she wrote almost everyday in high school, the pages were either filled with her emotions from the day (something her therapist had told her to do) or filled with lyrics, pages and pages of lyrics to songs she'll probably never release. They were to personal for her too.

She delicately flipped through the pages, watching as the dates disappear as she landed on the page. The page she wrote that song. Heather.

Heather.

One of the songs she's written about Calum. It was something she did throughout the years. All her feelings towards the Maori boy all placed in the small worn down journals.

She even written some about Harry, two to be exact. Two songs that had Harry's name written all over them.

Andrea turned on her heel, grabbing her guitar and making her way towards her balcony. Setting herself down in the small chair, placing the guitar on her lap. Her brown eyes scanned the journal in front of her, placing her fingers on the correct cords before strumming to the tune she wrote all those years ago. Taking a deep breath, she hummed as a long, her eyes fluttered shut, "I still remember, third of December, me in your sweater," she softly sang, her mind going back to that December, it was raining. Her hair was in a messy bun as she stood beside Calum as they walked through the school, Calum's sweater hanged loosely on her body as the two of them tried to keep dry.