This is for @1dfangirl100 who suggested the plot and kindly edited it too. I hope to be able to update pt.2 soon, but, you know, stuff is going on and I might not be as quick as I want too.
Love you lots. Enjoy!
"We should go out at some point," Michael said casually, losing his fortnite game and throwing his hands up in the air. "We haven't seen each other in ages."
"A month and half," Luke pointed out. Petunia was licking his leg and he was a little ticklish, but he didn't feel like pulling away from her yet. He gently pet her head and giggled into the phone.
Calum barely hummed in response. He didn't like the idea of going out, he didn't feel safe out of his house, there was a reson if he had been ordering everything online lately. Hell, he even learned how to do laundry because he didn't want to go to a public laundry. His shaky hands played with the hem of his shirt, trying to figure out what to say.
Before he could suggest them to go to his house, a cheery Ashton said, "We could go to the pub tonight. Just the four of us, like the good old times."
And that's how they ended up sitting in a boot at nine pm that Saturday night.
It had been so nice to see the boys after so long that Calum forgot all of his worries for a while. That's until a woman sitting not so far from them sneezed and then coughed and Calum almost jumped off his seat.
Ashton laughed, "I bet people will freak out thinking it's Covid," he said and Luke and Michael laughed at him.
Calum barely heard Ashton, he was so focused on the woman. She looked like she was fine. She was probably just allergic to dust or something. But then again, she could be sick and not know it. Everyone else could. "I'm going out for a second," he said, feeling the panic bubble inside his stomach. He quickly got up, rushing out of the pub.
As soon as he was out, he pulled his mask off his face, thanking God that he was alone. Taking in a breath of fresh air, he felt a little bit better, at least he didn't feel like suffocating anymore. With trembling fingers, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up.
He was alright and there was no need to panic, deep down he knew it. Too bad that the only thing that helped him relax was smoking. He breathed on the cigarette so quickly that he almost got lightheaded.
"Hey, what time is it?" A man asked, approaching him.
Calum barely took in his appearence. He looked like one of that punk dudes Michael used to admire when they were teens, with the chains down his pants and the purple hair.
"Its-" Calum began, looking at the watch on his right wrist.
The man took a hold of his arm and pulled it.
It took Calum a few seconds to realize what the man was trying to do. "Hey, stop," he said, yanking his arm back.
That's when he realised there were other two people, surrounding him, while he had his back pressed to the wall. "Leave me alone," Calum mumbled.
The man who asked him the time smirked and Calum realized that he could see his smirk. He wasn't wearing any mask, none of them were. He felt so dumb for worrying about masks right then and there.
"Give me that watch, boy and no one is going to get hurt," the man said. rising a brow at Calum- Then he pulled a knife out of his pocket, aiming it at Calum's throat and making a slicing motion. "Get it?"
