𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧

(requested by @5sos_limelight )
(song ; 'if i was your man' by the vamps)

does it ever make you think, every time he texts you, and you feel your heart sink, maybe you're worth more than that

you sat behind your phone, looking down at what he just sent. another dirty message.

every night, the same thing. all he wanted from you, was your body. nothing more. nothing less. just you for your looks. never as a person.

you leave him on 'read' and click off your phone, lying it harshly on the kitchen table.

"cal?" you yelled, grabbing a cup from the cabinets.

"yeah?" you heard his familiar deep voice echo down the stairs, flooding the kitchen.

"can you come here?"

you were over at your best friends house today. your boyfriend didn't come home last night, so you came here. to someone who wouldn't ever leave you hanging.

the familiar thuds of his converse trodding down the stairs let you know he was coming in a rush. probably thought you were hurt. he was protective like that.

you saw his brown, fluffy curls from the corner of your eye, and smiled, "can you get the cereal down for me?"

he sighed, his shoulders dropping in relief, "you gotta stop saying things like you're hurt. gonna give me a heart attack.

"it's the only way to get you down here."

he chuckled, grabbing the cereal with ease from the tall shelf, handing it gently to you, "you're wrong."

you grabbed the box from his hands and looked at him with confusion, "what do you mean."

he shrugged, looking away at the blank fridge, then at his feet, then back at you, "i mean, i'll... do anything for you. like you don't have to act like you're dying to get me to come get cereal for you."

you smiled, "well thank you cal."

he blushed, quickly looking away, noticing the awkward space that was left between you. maybe just an inch.

he huffed, and trotted back up the stairs.

'does it ever piss you off knowing he takes for granted everything he got?'

you stood at his doorstep, in your soaked red dress. your makeup was smeared across your face, and your pumps were in your hands.

he had fucked another girl at a party. in a bathtub. you had nowhere else to go but here.

you rang his doorbell three times like you always did, rubbing the tears from your face afterwords. maybe you could clean yourself up a little before he came to the door.

but it was no use. you were just making it so much worse.

finally the door swung open, and you met his gaze.

"let's get you inside." he said, gently grabbing your arm and pulling you inside the warm house.

your dress was dripping, and you felt awful for leaving a mess in the middle of the floor. but you couldn't help it. you had no where else to go.

"come on." he said, guiding you carefully up the stairs, and to his bedroom, which smelt deeply like his cologne. intoxicating you.

"i'll get you some clean clothes." he said before rummaging through his closet.

you knew you had just woken him up. his bed sheets were ruffled, and his phone was plugged up by his bed. he always left it there when he slept.

he came back out with one of his hoodies, and a pair of his boxers, "you can wear these. there's shower stuff in there, and towels. take as long as you want."

calum handed you the towels and took your purse from you, lying it gently on his bed.

you nodded a simple thank you, and went into the bathroom.

you freshened up, having no choice but to use his shampoo. but you weren't complaining. you liked the way he smelt.

calum was so caring. he was always nice.

'i hope you understand i'm spending everyday just wishing something in your mind is changing. you're wondering 'bout you and me'

crying in his arms always made you feel better. you felt comforted. you felt love. nothing like your ex ever did.

today he broke up with you. you were fighting. you told him you were pregnant. and it was his baby. he didn't like it. said to get out of his sight. either you break up, or get an abortion. and you weren't about to kill an innocent little child that had an opportunity at an amazing life.

"look, if he couldn't handle the responsibility of a child, he wasn't the one. you need to forget about his dumb selfish ass and pick yourself up." he twirled a piece of your hair in his fingers.

"calum i have no idea how i'm going to raise a child by myself. i don't have a house or a steady job. i'm not ready for a kid." you cried, burying your head farther into his chest.

"listen. you can live with me. i have an extra room. maybe we can turn it into a nursery. i'll help buy things for the kid, and you won't have to worry. i'll help you."

you shook your head, "no cal. i can't take your things."

"damnit. cant you see it? cant you see i want you to live here? ever since you got with that douche bag you've acted weird. you've been sadder. less open with me. i'm glad he's gone because he was just killing you without you knowing it!"

calums sudden show of emotion had you taken aback. you lifted your head from his chest, looking at him, "why didn't you just tell me before?"

he scoffed like he knew something you didn't, "because. because you saw that guy in a way i didn't. you thought you could change him. you thought he was something special. and i couldn't bare to stop it. if i told you how i felt at the wrong time, it could seriously damage our friendship and i'm not down for that."

"cal, if you would have just told me i would have broken up with him. like almost immediately." you smiled, sitting up against the bed frame.

"really?" he asked, playing with the rings on his fingers.

"yeah. i love you cal."

"fucking finally. took you long enough."

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favorite 5sos quote?

mines 'you're never gonna make it' and just the whole bonzi and fonzi thing. hilarious.