imagine this;

Stuck with you-c.h

'Fucks sake Michael let me out now!' You shouted and banged on the door for Michael to let you out.

"No, not until you and Calum sort whatever bullshit you've got." He shouted back as you heard his footsteps disappear.

"I DONT WANT TO BE STUCK WITH HIM FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG." You shouted to Michael, knowing he had gone. "Fuck you. This is your fault you dickhead." You shouted at Calum and sunk down on one of the small chairs in the tiny room you and Calum were now locked in.

"My fault? How is this my fault?" He shouted back.

"You're the asshole who's got a problem." You muttered, but Calum being the ass he was, hear you.

"Fuck you, you're the psycho bitch with an attitude." He replied to your remark and let himself fall onto a small sofa.

You sighed and tried to make the time pass by plugging your headphones into your phone and turning your music up. Loud.

"No phones." Luke barged through the door taking your phone and Calum's.

"DICKHEAD." You shouted as the door closed again.

"You seriously have an anger problem dude." Calum said and kicks his shoes off getting comfortable.

"DUDE? Did you just call me dude?! Do I fucking look like a man?!" You screamed at calum, he wound you up, and he knew exactly how to which was one of the reasons you hated him.

"No but you have the temper of about ten." He laughed thinking he was funny.

"Do you think you're funny calum?" You asked him.

"I think I am... Do you not think so? I mean you used to think I was hilarious..." He said, knowing he had pushed it too far his eyes widened and waited for you to explode.

"Used to. Yeah I used to. I used to think a lot of things, I used to think you were fucking hilarious, I used to think that we would never argue, I used to think that you would always care about me." You started to shout but calmed yourself down, knowing if you shouted he wouldn't listen. "But I guess what I used to think was a whole load of bullshit lies."

"Y/N, I-" You cut calum off.

"Don't push it. I told you that much, and that's all you're getting." You told him, tears filled your eyes as you thought about before you started arguing with Calum. Those honestly were the best days of your life.

"Just tell me one thing, why do you hate me so much?" Calum disturbed the silence. He moved so he was sitting on one side of the sofa, you on the other. He kept his distance, if you were to lash out, he would the the first thing you hit.

"Why should I? Why don't you tell me why you hate me?" You asked him, not wanting to break down the wall you had built over 2 years in a second by telling him how you felt.

"Just fucking tell me." He lowered his voice, it became rather intimidating, but you knew deep, deep, deep down he would never hurt you.

"The full truth?" You asked raising you eyebrows.

"All of it." He nodded his head.

"I used to think that we would be friends no matter what, but you changed that, you showed me that nothing ever stays the same, no matter how hard you try. You moved and became this asshole dickhead superstar that didn't give two shits about his best friend. Calum you moved and you left me, you were my best friend, my only friend you left me with no one. It was okay at first, when you still remembered who I was, when you called and texted every spare second you got. But something changed, something inside you changed. And one day, my best friend was gone, you didn't reply to my texts and if you did it was stupid shit like 'sorry I forgot to reply' YOU FORGOT MY ASS, YOU DIDNT REPLY FOR DAYS, WEEKS EVEN." You started to shout but caught your breath and took a deep breath to steady yourself. "And for months and months, actually for a full year, Calum a full fucking year, I blamed myself. I wants you to fucking take me with you, not leave me behind. I blamed myself for loosing my best friend. It was my fault you didn't reply, I mean who would want to reply to stupid me, definitely not you, definitely not the person I had spent sixteen years with. All in a few days, I had lost everything, the time we spent together, the memories we had together, the stupid calls we had at 3 in the morning when neither of us could sleep, I lost everything that meant something to me. I lost my best friend. And I blamed myself because I had no one else to blame, it was easier that way. That's why I hate you calum hood. I hate you because I lost you, and it was my fault." A tear fell from your eye, you were unaware you were crying until it rolled from your eye down your cheek leaving a wet trail behind it. "Now calum, tell me why you hate me."

"Oh god." He muttered and took a rather deep breath and started. "I don't think i could ever actually hate you. Hearing what you just said makes me feel like a complete asshole, which I know I am because you tell me on a regular basis. I didn't realise what I had actually done, but I stopped calling you because I thought I had already lost you. I thought there would be no chance of having you back because I was god knows how many miles away. But now I feel so stupid because every day for the entire year and a half I was gone all I wanted was to have my best friend with me the whole time. I wanted to be able to turn to you at any time in the day and smile because I knew you were there, supporting me no matter what I do. But you stopped calling so I stopped calling and I knew that I had fucked up-"

"So why didn't you call? Or even text me?" You interrupted.

"Because it's easier to pretend I hate you than to tell you how I feel. But I guess one day I'll have to because I hate seeing you everyday and knowing you hate me, knowing you would do anything not to see me when little over a year ago you would've done anything to spend the day with me, not your throwing insults at me left right and centre and it fucking breaks my heart because I love you." He finished, tears filling his eyes, you could see him trying to hold them back.

"Y-y-you w-what?" You stuttered, not sure if you heard your ex-best friend correctly.

He crawled his way next to you, picked your head up with his fingers, his skin cold on yours. "I love you." He said and closed the distance between your lips and his. His pink lips were pressed cold against yours, you smiled, as he carried on kissing you. Your hands played with his hair as his gently held your cheeks.

"I don't hate you you do know that don't you?" You whispered, your foreheads touching.

"After that i do." He smiled and kissed you again.

"I missed you calum." You cried into his neck, you were relieved to know that he didn't hate you.

"GUYS CAN YOU LET US OUT NOW?!" You both shouted and started to bag on the door laughing. You had missed the sound of yours and Calum's laugh together. He was something special.

"Don't you ever turn into a dickhead again you asshole." You his calum and banged on the door to be let out.