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Sugar Coated Pain [Boxer!Calum AU] Ch. 16

special thank you to @gotta-try-something-new for reading this over for me! i appreciate it a lot!!

Chapter 16

A GROAN SOUNDED from behind Noelle. “Alright, now you’re just teasing me on purpose.”

Grinning, a blush spreading across Noelle’s cheeks as she straightened to stand properly, turning around to catch sight of Calum standing right behind her. She saw the appreciative look in his eyes before his lips tilted into a smirk, and she clicked her tongue at him while crossing her arms. “You’re not allowed behind the counter if you don’t work here,” Noelle retorted, eyeing where he stood.

She stayed in her spot as Calum raised an unimpressed eyebrow, taking the two steps towards her in the limited space until he was towering over her smaller frame, tattooed hands gripping her hips to pull her towards him. Noelle let him without argument, looking up at the Australian as Calum mused in a low voice, “What if I’ve got an in with one of the owners?”

Noelle knew it was unprofessional of her to cozying up to Calum behind the counter during business hours, but his touch over her clothes was burning into her skin and, really, she could never think straight with him so close to her. After weeks of only seeing him as someone standoffish and only getting physical when it came to violence, Noelle reveled happily in Calum being flirtatious and getting his hands on her in any way he could. It was such a good fucking change.

Before Noelle could say anything, tease Calum that just because he called her my girl three nights ago didn’t mean he could hop over the counter, Calum’s smirk widened into a shit-eating grin as he continued his statement, “She’s dating my best mate, so I don’t think she’ll mind.”

It took a second for his words to register in Noelle’s mind as she blinked up at him in mild bewilderment, and when she noticed the mirth in his eyes and the words referring to Beverly instead of her clicked in her mind, Noelle let out an affronted scoff as she stepped back with a dismissing swat to his chest. Calum let out a laugh as she tried to move away, his grip on her hips keeping her in place as she playfully glared at him.

“Get out of here,” she declared with a shake of her head, though she made no other move to push him back or get away herself.

“You know I’m kidding, babe,” Calum laughed and Noelle pondered if her heart would ever stop doing a flip at Calum referring to her by cute pet names that melted her from the inside. “’M here to see you before I go to work. Brought you coffee—cream and sugar, right?”

It was then when Noelle noticed the plastic coffee cups from Dunkin Donuts resting on the counter—she’d mentioned it a few nights ago how she preferred their coffee over Starbucks—and the smile was back on her face in full force as she looked back at Calum. “I thought you had a reputation to maintain of not being a romantic?” she hummed, arms wrapping around his waist as she tilted her head back to look up at him. “You’re just destroying it yourself, you know.”

Calum smirked, lowering his head as he bumped his nose with hers. “Ask me if I give a shit, doll,” he rasped before slanting his lips over hers.

Noelle couldn’t help the giggle as she kissed him back, muffled by Calum’s lips. Pushing herself up on her toes, Noelle wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him close, tasting a mix of his minty toothpaste and the bitter coffee he’d been drinking, not too surprised she liked the combination. It was a taste of Calum—of course she liked it.

When Calum tried to deepen the kiss, Noelle reluctantly pulled away, putting herself back on her feet as Calum groaned at the loss, and she let out a laugh as he opened his eyes. “Sorry, babe,” she smiled, heart skipping as she used the term. Her right hand slid around so her thumb could brush along his soft lips, lightly wiping away the lipstick that made his mouth seem pinker. “Not here.”

Calum let out a long sigh, arms going around her shoulders and hands linking before he quirked an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Then how about tonight?”

Noelle fought her grin from widening, heart thumping as she was momentarily reminded of Calum’s promise of having every intention of finishing what he’d started a few nights ago. “I would, but I’ve got plans with Camille,” she told him, looking up at him as her fingers lightly trailed up and down his back. “You free tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I finish training around seven,” Calum answered, catching sight of someone approaching from his peripheral before pulling away from Noelle. “You’ve a customer.”

Noelle stepped around him towards the register and Calum sat on the stool to her right, watching as she pleasantly greeted the middle aged woman while ringing her up. Calum noticed the smile on her face was ever present, genuine as she and the customer engaged in small talk as Noelle scanned the five books and a packet of bookmarks. He sat, hands clasped in the space between his thighs as his gaze remained on her and listened to her sweet voice speak, felt his lips tugging at the sound of her laugh.

It was alarming, how much he liked her. It happened in a matter of days, didn't it? How his initial indifference—maybe annoyance but that just rightfully made him feel like an ass—had so easily transformed into not being able to keep his eyes and hands off her, or keep from adoring the sound of her laugh. Calum was aware that at first his growing feelings for Noelle were a lot too quickly, but just as fast as his feelings developed, he’d accepted them. Why try to win a fight he knew he’d lose? And while Calum hated losing, he didn’t mind this time.

“So who’re you up against in your next match?” Noelle’s voice pulled Calum out of his musings, prompting him to look at her facing him once more, leaning against the counter as she picked up the coffee he bought for her.

“Arnie Lance,” Calum answered, knowing the name meant nothing to Noelle. “Decent fighter, should be fun.”

Noelle chuckled before having to turn around to tend to another customer. Calum then pulled out his phone to check the time, realizing he’d be late to work if he didn’t leave now. So he stood up and came up behind Noelle just as she bid the customer goodbye, reaching for his own coffee as he pressed his lips to her temple. “I’ll talk to you later, yeah? Have fun tonight,” he murmured, squeezing her hip with his free hand.

She hummed, his soft gestures leaving her breathless as her eyes followed Calum walk around the counter and towards the door, all straight back and broad shoulders as she enjoyed his lingering scent for a moment. Noelle watched as Calum opened the door, her smile reappearing when he looked at her over his shoulder and threw her a quick grin, and the giddy feeling bubbling in her stomach stayed long after Calum was gone.

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Noelle hadn’t expected her night to go slightly downhill after having dinner with Camille and a few of their other friends. She’d been having fun; at home she got ready before bidding goodbye to Andrea, who was off to a summer camp in New Jersey for the next month, before stuffing herself silly with some hibachi and enjoying the company of Camille, Sera, and Tanya especially since she hadn’t seen the latter two for a while. They’d gotten dressed up, gotten dinner and then dessert at a nearby Cheesecake Factory before going to DUMBO in Brooklyn to take pictures in front of the water and Brooklyn Bridge. And it had been fun; Noelle was having a blast, laughing and snapping picture after picture until it was nearing eleven o’clock and they decided to head home because it was a weekday, after all.

But it wasn’t until after Sera and Tanya bid goodbye to walk to where they found parking for Sera’s car and the other two were headed to where Noelle parked hers that things took a turn. Her car was in a back road behind a building full of restaurants, and just as she and Camille approached it, one of the back doors of the building opened and out stepped a guy Noelle had only seen once but had made enough of an impression to allow her to forget him so easily.

“Ah, Hood’s girl, aren’t ya?” Milner mused knowingly once his eyes landed on her, slowing his walk down just as Noelle did, her hand lightly grasping Camille’s wrist to keep her from walking. Noelle took in a breath, wondering why this shit kept happening to her. “Can’t say I mind running into you. Or your friend.”

When his eyes trailed appreciatively over both girls, Noelle and Camille’s faces scrunched in distaste, exchanging glances of exasperation. There weren’t many people around at the narrow street they were on, the only lights being the ones filtering out of the ground floor windows of the buildings they were in between, and Noelle hoped someone would walk by or out if things got. . . Difficult.

“Good for you,” Noelle responded before using her grip on Camille to usher her towards the street so she could walk around to the passenger side of her parked car. Camille shot her a silent questioning look as she went, wondering who the hell this guy was. “Unfortunately, we gotta go.”

Her heart thumped when she tried to reach the door, keys in her hand but stopping short when Milner smoothly got in her way. “What’s the rush?” he tilted his head, voice cool as his left hand pressed against the window of her door. Noelle could see Camille’s eyes widening, the sixth sense women seem to have alerting them of threat seemingly going off for both of them. “I just wanna chat.”

Noelle’s jaw clenched, body rigid in alert as she shot back, “About Calum?”

A grin stretched across Milner’s thin lips, though the sight of it didn’t nothing to rid of the unease Noelle was feeling around him. In all of Brooklyn—in all of New York—why did she have to be in the same place as this guy? Milner lifted his chin slightly as he regarded her. “Smart girl.”

“Smart enough to know to stay away from you,” Noelle sharply responded as she grabbed the car door handle and tried to open it despite his hand still on her window. “Get your hands off my car.”

When she tried to open her door, a startled gasp escaped Noelle as Milner’s free hand shot out to grab her wrist, his grip not even in the same neighborhood as gentle. Her jaw loosened in pain at Milner’s tight grasp, his large hand wrapping around her wrist and squeezing it and she genuinely feared that he would snap her bones. Camille, from the other side of the car, let out a protesting exclamation of her own as she noticed Noelle grimace.

“You got somewhere to be?” Milner questioned in a steady voice, but Noelle could pick up the controlled anger behind it. This was crazy—what the hell was he angry for? Just because he’d seen her with Calum, didn’t mean he could get in her face and nearly break her damn wrist. She watched with wide eyes as a mocking knowing look dawned on Milner’s face as he nodded slowly. “Oh, right, probably off to see Hood, aren’t ya?”

Noelle clenched her jaw as he gave a squeeze to her wrist, trying with all her might not to show the pain or fear he was successfully instilling while her heart pounded in a way she hadn’t felt in years. It was thundering against her ribcage, provoked by the same kind of fear she had felt once more when she was in the hospital, waiting to find out the fate of her father and sister. This time, Noelle’s dry mouth and hammering heart were in honest-to-God terror of her wrist snapping because this man in front of her was angry and he was an actual fighter, and Noelle would be flat out lying if she didn’t feel even the slightest bit fearful of her life right now.

She didn’t get to respond to Milner, to frozen in shock and pain, but he continued along in a dark tone that had her nerves standing on edge. “When you see him, tell him I’ll be waiting for our match.” Noelle’s eyes are glued on his, knowing that he can probably see the alarm in them but she somehow maintains their gaze, looks into his dark eyes that weren’t nearly as comforting and lovely as Calum’s were. She knows he’s aware he’s freaking her out because his lips curl into a near sadistic smirk, as if he was getting off on instilling these kinds of feelings in her. When he leaned closer, Noelle instinctively moved back, wincing at his grip. “And this time, he’s gonna be the one crawling out of the ring with broken bones.”

Noelle felt her body freeze at his words, the pain in her wrist pushed to the side as she saw the dangerously serious look in Milner’s eyes. He wasn’t joking, not in the least, his threat against Calum successfully planting and growing a seed of justified terror. It wasn’t just a threat—it was a promise of revenge.

And when Milner shoved her hand away with a force that caused Noelle to stumble, her hip hitting the car, she felt her heart in her throat as he literally smirked in satisfaction. What kind of low-life man enjoyed hurting a woman? She glared after Milner, which didn’t faze him in the slightest as his warning eyes went from her to Camille before he turned around and walked off, tall and proud for just intimidating two alone women.

It wasn’t until he disappeared down the block, moving out of sight around the corner that Noelle released a long shuddering breath as she pressed herself against her car, her left hand coming up to lightly brush along her right wrist where the dull ache of Milner’s hand still remained.

Noelle’s heart was hammering so loudly in her ears that she didn’t even hear Camille’s hurried footsteps until her best friend was right in front of her, blue eyes widened in fright. “Holy fuck, Noelle, are you okay?” she hastily asked, casting her gaze down to Noelle’s hand. And then she gasped, cursing softly, “Shit, how hard did he grab you?”

A bewildered, disbelieving daze had fallen upon Noelle as her mind tried to process what had just happened, blinking down at her wrist in mild confusion as she also tried to make sense of Camille’s words. Her unplanned confrontation with Milner had Noelle’s thought process become blanketed in a layer of numb discombobulation, a shocked ringing in her ears as if she’d been hit in the head a bunch of times. Only it was her wrist that was in pain.

So she followed Camille’s slightly horrified gaze, her reaction slow, until her eyes landed on her wrist. The glow of the streetlamp above them showed the barely there marks that were reddening on her skin. Noelle bruised like a peach, so the near instant appearance of the bruises-in-the-making wasn’t a surprise—though, it did take a moment for her mind to catch up with the fact that these were signs of someone practically manhandling her. Signs of Milner searing her skin without her consent.

“Noelle, hey.” Camille snapped her out of her thoughts, causing Noelle to finally look at her worried best friend. “Who the hell was that? Does he know Calum? Are you okay?”

Her last question was stressed, ducking her head slightly so her eyes met Noelle’s determinedly. “I’m fine,” Noelle responded slowly, almost unsurely because if she was being honest—she wasn’t fine. She was shaken from Milner’s words and actions, eyes dropping to her wrist as she noticed the imprint of his hand angrily standing out against her skin. Heart still pounding, Noelle let out a deep breath as she stammered, “We should go home.”

Camille kept her gaze on Noelle, the concern swimming in her bright blue eyes because she was still reeling from what had just happened, too, and had so many questions that she doesn’t think Noelle could answer right now. “Okay,” Camille said instead. “Do you want me to drive?”

“No,” Noelle shook her head, throat working as she swallowed inaudibly. She clutched her keys in her palm, the metal biting into her skin as she told her heart to calm the fuck down. Milner was gone by now, so why did her insides feel like they were shriveling up and her heart wasn’t slowing down? “I—I’ll drive. Let’s go.”

The car ride was silent other than the radio playing the top hits, the music only serving the purpose to fill the gap Camille may use to ask questions. As Noelle drove, each ray of light from the buildings or streetlamps they drove by washed over her wrist, her attention constantly being drawn to the reddening marks where the muscle still ached with a dull throb.

When Noelle pulled up in front of Camille’s house, the blue eyed girl didn’t move as she asked, “Are you gonna tell me what that was about? I’m kinda freaking out over here, Elle.”

Noelle squeezed her eyes shut and clenched the steering wheel, releasing a deep breath as she found her voice. “Not tonight, Cami.” She met her friend’s disapproving stare. “I’ll tell you later, I just—I wanna go home.”

There was only one person Noelle wanted to talk about this with, and she wasn’t sure how she should go about telling him.

So when Camille finally, reluctantly, got out of the car and bid goodnight, Noelle drove off to her house, trying her best to obey the speed laws but wanting to get home quickly. Noelle’s ears were ringing as she stepped inside, absently greeting her mother who was sitting on the couch watching TV, drinking a cup of coffee as she was dressed to go to work at this time of night.

Noelle didn’t care where Beverly was, probably at Ashton’s or something, as she headed straight for her room, lungs burning for a breath she didn’t inhale until the door was shut behind her.

The last thing she wanted to do was call Calum, to bother him by informing him of what happened, but she knew she had to. There was obviously some serious bad blood between him and Milner, and she knew Calum would be pissed if she kept this from him. So she pulled out her phone, holding it in her right hand which wouldn’t stop shaking and the sight of the marks on her wrist, even redder because all of the blood that was gathering under the skin, frustrated her so she switched her phone to her left hand.

Sitting on the edge of the bed as the line trilled, Noelle’s knee bounced uncontrollably, her breath catching in her throat when the line picked up and Calum’s voice sounded through the speaker. “Hey, you done already?”

Noelle pressed her lips together, the sound of his accented voice succeeding in what she couldn’t by calming her erratic heart at least somewhat. “Yeah,” she breathed out, clearing her throat when it got caught. “We—I, uh, just got home.”

She could hear how unsteady her voice was, so she shouldn’t have been shocked when Calum’s immediate response was, “Noelle, what’s wrong?”

Glancing down at her wrist, Noelle tried to turn her hand over and, shit, she hated herself when she felt her eyes burning with tears she wasn’t aware she had been holding back. The bruises on her skin hurt, yeah, but not enough to draw tears—but she knew she wasn’t crying because of the pain. She’d been scared, intimidated by Milner’s presence and words and grip and even if she was in the comfort of her own bedroom, the fear that had balled up in her throat was finally taking over and she let out a choked breath. “I saw Milner.”

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Calum was seeing red.

Fire had sparked in his blood the second Noelle told him she’d run into Milner, intensifying with rage when she told him what he said, what he did. By the time Calum picked up on the shallow breathing and sniffles from Noelle’s end, an obvious indicator that she was crying, all bets were off and Calum had snatched up his keys and slammed his apartment door shut, heading to the one place he knew Milner would be.

The short drive to Astros only served to let Calum’s bubbling anger grow, palms stinging from his death grip on the steering wheel and jaw beginning to ache from how tightly he was clenching it. It was all he could do to control his rage, to not let his utterly pissed off mood make him run over a pedestrian or crash into another car. But he couldn’t help it—he was furious that Milner had the audacity to talk to Noelle, to fucking touch her without her consent and threaten her as a way to get to Calum. And he, for one, was not going to let that fucking go.

So when he arrived to Astros and allowed a sliver of patience to park his car in the only available tight spot, Calum threw open the doors to Astros, not even acknowledging how the heavy doors slammed against the wall or the looks he was receiving from the handful of people there, his entrance overpowering their training session and the music playing. But as soon as their eyes landed on him, landed on the unfiltered dangerous aura he was radiating and the wrathful scowl twisting his features, they all knew not to get in a very pissed of Calum Hood’s way.

“Where’s Milner?” he demanded as he took a few steps inside the building, not catching sight of his victim amongst the men there. But when no one responded, only continued to throw wary glances his way, Calum’s already thinning patience snapped as he clenched his fists and roared, “Where is he?!”

His voice bounced off the walls and deafened the music, shoulders shaking as his blunt nails dug into his palm as he waited for an answer. Finally, one of the men Calum didn’t recognize nor cared for answered, “He’s taking a smoking break out back.”

Calum didn’t need to be told twice. His movements were sharp as he stormed across the building, narrowed eyes only having tunnel vision as his gaze locked on the door leading towards the back alley where he often took his own smoking break. The door rattled on its hinges as Calum pushed it open and stepped out into the alley, gaze immediately landing on the dickhead he was on the hunt for.

The banging of the door caught Milner’s attention, leaned against the wall and a half finished cigarette between his fingers as he raised an eyebrow at Calum. The smell of trash and nicotine was overpowered by the blood boiling in Calum’s veins, by the echoing sounds of Noelle’s hesitant tears in his ears as Calum made his way to Milner without a moment’s pause, not letting him register what was happening as Calum drew his fist back as he neared him, and let it fly forward so his knuckles and rings came in contact with the bone of Milner’s jaw.

The anger and adrenaline were taking over every part of Calum’s being, not allowing him to register the sting in his fingers because fighting with rings was not a good idea but he couldn’t give a single fuck. Milner stumbled with a grunt, cigarette dropping to the ground as his back slammed against the wall and Calum didn’t give him any time to prepare as his hands fisted the front of his shirt to hold him up before letting his left hand go to deliver a second punch to Milner’s jaw, this time letting him fall right to the ground.

“The fuck did I tell you about staying away from her?” Calum snarled, accented voice thick with vengeance as Milner struggled to his feet, a glare of his own on his features. As Calum stalked near him in the wide alley, he added, “I’m gonna break your fucking hands for putting them on her.”

He watched as Milner spat the crimson liquid on the ground as he stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as his gaze met Calum’s. “Just wanted to send you a little message, Hood,” he shrugged, lips curling into a smirk that showed off his blood stained teeth. “No harm in that.”

Calum’s body was on fire from the rage fueling him. He wasn’t one who took threats and throws against his family and friends lightly, and when one of the people who he couldn’t stand blatantly got in the face and bruised his girl? Calum was blind to everything except the unadulterated fury he was keen on letting out on Milner.

“You wanna send me a message? Face me like a man,” Calum growled. “Don’t even think about going near her.”

Milner’s smirk turned mocking. “Unfair that you get to keep that little tight piece for yourself.”

Calum’s jaw locked. He wouldn’t be surprised if he left with his fingers broken from ring impacted punches.

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The dishwasher clicked shut after Noelle put in her dirty plate, having just eaten a slice of the chocolate cake Beverly had gotten for kicks the last time she went grocery shopping. It was nearing midnight and Noelle was alone at the house, her mom having just left to go to work and Beverly spending the night once more at Ashton’s. Noelle didn’t mind being alone. Sure, she was still a bit shaken from what happened earlier with Milner, the forming bruises on her skin a reminder, but she’d rather not explain anything to her family when she could just sit by herself.

She had told Calum what happened, down to the last word Milner said and the grip he had on her. Noelle could still recall the shivers that ran down her spine at Calum’s darkened tone after hearing what she had to say, promising that he’d see her later before hanging up. She knew Calum probably went to see Milner. She knew, from what she knows of Calum and what she’d seen of Milner, that things had the high potential of turning ugly. But all she could do was sit in her house and let her knee bounce with worry and teeth nibble on her nails as she wondered what was going on right now.

Distracting herself by eating cake and trying to watch her show wasn’t working out too well, and Noelle had to stop herself multiple times from reaching for her phone and texting Calum to check in. But they’d only, officially, gotten together just a few days ago. She didn’t want to seem annoying, but she couldn’t help but stew in her anxiousness.

It was fifteen minutes past midnight when the doorbell ringing had her jumping where she sat on the couch, her heart hammering for some reason as she paused the TV and got up, hurriedly making her way over to the front door. Noelle didn’t even pause to ask who was on the other side, which would’ve been smart since it was past midnight, instead unlocked the door and swung it open. Her heart was suddenly in her throat when she registered the sight in front of her.

“Told you I’d see you later,” Calum grinned lazily.

But it wasn’t his presence or smile that had Noelle’s stomach lurching. It was the fact that he had to lean against the doorframe to keep himself up, the cut across his right cheekbone where blood was gathered and staining his skin, and the way his hands—the knuckles angrily red and blotchy—were clutching his left side. The breath stilled in Noelle’s lungs as her eyes trailed over every wrinkle in his shirt, the tousle of his mild curls, and most importantly the blood sticking to his beautiful golden skin.

“Calum,” Noelle breathed out, her grip on the doorknob tightening as she felt her heart beginning to pick up its pace. “Oh, my God—w-what happened?”

She knew what happened, of course she did. But that didn’t stop her from asking as she quickly muttered a quiet come here before gently taking his right arm and placing it around her shoulders to help him inside. Noelle was used to carrying Andrea’s weight so even though Calum was significantly heavier than her, she didn’t find it too difficult to hold him up. She didn’t care if his weight was crushing her—he was hurt and the only thing on Noelle’s mind was trying to find a way to make him feel better.

“I’m fine, love,” Calum reassured, though the slight strain in his voice told her a different story once the door was shut and she was helping Calum further into the house. “Nothin’ that’s never happened before. Just need t’sit down.”

Noelle’s own breathing was growing shallow from the worry twisting her stomach, the tips of her left fingers grazing Calum’s hand that was still holding his side. “You’re bleeding and practically limping, Cal. You’re not fine.”

She had so many questions about what went down, how he managed to get here from wherever he was in the state he was in. Seeing Calum in fights at Astros was one thing, but this was completely different. This wasn’t a scheduled match, he hadn’t won money off of it, and while she’s seen him battered and bruised, she’s never seen him unable to completely support his own weight. He wasn’t dragging his feet nor was he falling over, but it was obvious his side was hurt, hindering him from walking properly.

He didn’t say anything in regards to her words, instead opting to respond with, “Can we go to your room?”

Noelle bit her lip as she casted a glance towards the stairs before looking up at Calum. The muscle in his jaw was jumping, the tension in his neck obvious and Adam’s apple bobbing. “Can you make it up the stairs?”

Calum nodded, curls falling across his forehead as he straightened. She saw him squeeze his eyes shut for a brief moment as he put more pressure from his hand to his side, inhaling sharply through his teeth before he took the first step towards the stairs, Noelle instantly walking along with him.

Getting up the stairs wasn’t as much of a struggle as she had worried, Calum’s boots thudding heavily on the steps as he let go of his side to use the railing for additional support just in case. Noelle could hear him breathing through his nose, her heart twisting at the thought of this being even the slightest bit of struggle for him. Calum was always so quick, so effortless in his movements. She’d be lying if she said having to help him up the stairs wasn’t causing a dull ache in her chest.

He got hurt because of her. She knew it may be irrational for her to take all the blame because it was Milner that did this, and while Noelle hoped Calum sent him worse off, she still hated seeing him in this state.

“We should clean you up,” Noelle murmured once they reached the top of the stairs, making their way down the hall. “Let’s go to the bathroom, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” Calum breathed raspily, allowing Noelle to take them to the bathroom across the hall from her bedroom.

Once inside, Noelle had Calum sit on the closed toilet seat, hearing him grunt as he leaned back and tilted his face upwards, eyes closing with a slight furrow in his brows. Under the bright lights, she saw the blood already drying on the long cut, and despite the presence of the crimson liquid she could see that the wound wasn’t that deep, thankfully, just long in length.

Since her mother was a doctor, there were First Aid kits in every room of the house, so Noelle pulled it out of the cabinet under the sink and made sure there were bandages and antiseptic cream to be used before pulling out a clean rag from the cabinet by the shower.

“I’m gonna clean the cut, Cal,” she informed him softly as she crouched in front of the dark eyed man, looking up at him from her position as she rested her hands on his knees. “That okay?”

He nodded, opening his eyes as he gave her a small half smile. He look as tired as Noelle expected, just silent as his dark eyes watched her, breathing calmly as Noelle stood up to bring the First Aid kit over. She didn’t want him to stand, even if she needed him to be near the sink to clean the wound. So instead Noelle found a small plastic container and filled it with cool water and soap before also bring those over, a soft yet already washcloth in hand, and putting it on the thick rim of the bathtub next to them.

Noelle would have to crouch over him, she knew, because of his seated position but as if Calum had been reading her mind, he looked up at her and said, “It’ll be easier if you sit on my lap, sweetheart.”

Her eyes flickered to meet his, widening slightly with worry as she glanced at his left side that he had been holding. “But your si—”

“‘S okay, Ellie.” The softness in his voice had her breath faltering, accompanied by that same small smile tilting at the corners of his lips. She couldn’t believe how handsome, so effortlessly gorgeous he looked in this moment, even though he was hurt. “Trust me, I’ve been worse.”

As if that’s supposed to make me feel better. When she hesitated, Calum pushed himself up against the toilet a bit more, not even wincing as he did so even though a sharp pain spread from side, courtesy of the kick Milner had delivered. No broken bones, Calum knew, but still hurt like a bitch. He patted his jeans covered thighs. “Sit.”

She pressed her lips together, wondering if it was the appropriate time to feel her heart hammer in her chest as she moved forward and spread her legs just enough before carefully settling down on Calum’s lap. Noelle straddled him, the material of his jeans rough against her own bare thighs thanks to the night shorts she wore, her lack of underwear and the material of the shorts too thin for her to not feel the jeans against her pathetically clothed center.

Fucking hell, not right now, she scolded herself, but her thoughts were hard to control when she felt Calum loosely grip her hips, Noelle’s gaze flickering down to his hands. Shit, she loved the bracelets and rings he wore on his tattooed wrists and fingers, but she also made a mental note to get him ice for the bruises on his knuckles.

With a dry mouth, Noelle finally looked back at Calum, feeling her breath catch at his dark eyes instantly meeting her hazel ones. Once again, it was like he was staring into her soul as Noelle brought up the damp rag in her right hand, left hand surprisingly steady as she brought it up to allow her fingers to cup his stubbly chin. It tickled her fingers as she tilted his head to the side, watching as Calum looked off to the side without a choice as she began gently cleaning the blood under the wound.

“What happened?” she asked again, her voice soft and quiet as if to not disturb the silence of the house and the one that comfortably existed between them.

The white rag was pickening with Calum’s blood as he let out a sharp breath through his nose. “Fucker pulled out a blade on me,” he responded, the exasperation and underlying anger clear in his tone. “I knocked it out before he could swing it again.”

Noelle swallowed inaudibly as her brows twitched into a frown, and while she was glad Calum had gotten rid of the blade before anymore damage could be done, she also wished he’d never gotten this cut in the first place. She wished none of this ever happened. When she efficiently got rid of the blood on his skin, Noelle let out a shaky breath while turning Calum’s head to face her again, mumbling, “I’m sorry this happened.”

Calum pulled together, not liking the guilt he could hear in her voice. He knew she knew this wasn’t her fault, that his confrontation with Milner wouldn’t happened for one reason or another, but he did hate that it occurred because Noelle was thrown in the middle of it. He would’ve happily kicked Milner’s ass whenever he felt like, but Noelle getting involved stirred a painful discomfort in Calum’s stomach he needed to ease.

When her right hand reached to the tub to drop the rag into the soapy water container to let it soak, his eyes followed the movement before his left hand gently grabbed her fingers. Calum brought her hand over, the familiar angry fire lighting in his chest as his eyes landed on the hint of the bluish-purple bruises around her wrist. They weren’t that prominent, but against her pale skin they were obvious and Calum felt the urge to kick Milner in the gut with a new intensity.

If anyone should be feeling any guilt, it was Calum. It was his past with Milner and his present with Noelle that made her a target, and while he couldn’t have known Milner and Noelle would run into each other tonight, Calum still felt a sense of failure on his part in being unable to keep her away from him.

“I’d do it again,” Calum told her truthfully, pushing aside the anger for Milner and replacing it with honest reassurance for Noelle, fingers of his other hand brushing along her wrist as his jaw clenched momentarily. Meeting her eyes once again, Calum promised, “And I’d have no regrets.”

The firm earnesty in his voice had Noelle taking in a breath, thinking this was so much happening so fast but then realizing that if Calum’s liked her for even half as long as she’s liked him, it didn’t matter. It’s been over a month since they left and developing feelings for him came just as fast. But Noelle still felt her heart leaping at the fact that Calum liked her just as much as she liked him—which was a crazy, head spinning and beautifully overwhelming amount.

So she smiled that soft smile Calum adored, hinting at her dimples but not showing them as she lightly jested, “That’s pretty romantic,” as she picked up the washcloth and squeezed out the excess water.

A breathy, silent laugh escaped Calum, feeling the tension lift from his shoulders as Noelle brought the wet washcloth up to his face. “Hold still,” she instructed before, with a feather light touch, dabbing the cut.

Calum didn’t even flinch at the sting of anything touching the cut, still fresh as his brown eyes remained on Noelle. Her gaze was focused on what she was doing, but her cheeks were heating up under the weight of Calum’s eyes on her, heart never pausing in the leaps it was doing as she cleaned up the cut. His hands were back on her hips, but his fingers had snuck under the hem of the loose tee she wore, his warm fingers against her skin sending sparks of heat throughout Noelle’s body as she swallowed inaudibly. That mixed with the cool metal of his rings had Noelle’s dry throat working.

Of course, because nothing ever goes unnoticed by Calum, he noticed the tension in her neck, smirked because he knew he was the cause of it. His thumbs began rubbing small circles against her skin, the gesture giving Noelle pause which he felt because she had briefly stopped cleaning his cut and bit the inside of her cheek. Yeah, that’s not distracting at all, her thoughts drawled, continuing her ministrations while trying—and failing—to appear unaffected.

“Alright,” she breathed, eye on the newly cleaned cut that was now just a long pink, not deep, gash across his cheekbone. Noelle put the washcloth back in the container and picked up the antiseptic cream from the kit.

“Wait, gross, no,” Calum shook his head, trying to lean away from Noelle when she squeezed some out on the tips of her two fingers. He hated the smell of it and he sure as hell didn’t want his face to smell like it.

She shot him a mildly incredulous look, not expecting to see Calum with his face scrunched up in distaste as a laugh threatened to bubble past her lips. “Are you serious?” Noelle raised her eyebrows. “I know you know that you need this so it doesn’t get infected.”

“Yeah, but,” Calum hesitated, eyebrows lowering into a complaining frown before whining, “It just smells.”

She’d never seen him look so pouty, never thought his raspy voice was capable of sounding high pitched when he whined like that, and she broke out into an amused grin. “Cal, it’s odorless.”

He blinked. “Oh.” His cheeks warmed up in slight sheepishness, but the giggle Noelle released had his lips tugging up, no longer embarrassed for appearing even the least bit bratty. Calum watched as Noelle brought her fingers up, took in a sharp breath at the cold cream against the cut, slightly stinging as Noelle offered a soft apology.

They were so close as Noelle’s fingers gently soothed the cut, only being able to hear their soft breathing and feel the steady thrums of their hearts, Calum reveling in Noelle’s fruity scent and her doing the same of his outdoorsy, piney one. Their entire focus was on each other.

“Done,” Noelle’s sotto voice sounded, leaning back slightly and reaching over to rip off some toilet paper to wipe her two fingers clean from any residual cream left over. As she dropped it in the trash, her hazel eyes met his brown ones as she said, “I’ll get you some ice for your knuckles and side.”

She made a move to get off, but Calum’s grip on her hips tightened, keeping her seated on his lap as he said, “No.” He didn’t want her to go, was enjoying her on him too much, so when Noelle parted her lips to protest, he cut her off in a low tone, “Don’t need any ice. Just need you.”

Noelle’s heart jumped to her throat, lips parting at the utter honesty in Calum’s tone, overwhelmingly excited and giddy and endeared when he leaned towards her, closing the distance as her eyes fell shut when she felt his lips against hers. Noelle inhaled deeply through her nose, hands cupping Calum’s jaw as she moved her lips against his in the slow, soft kiss that turned her insides into jelly. She could already feel her head spinning at the gentle pace of the kiss, different than the ones they’ve shared; unrushed as their lips moved in synchronicity.

She’s not sure how long they’ve been kissing, enough for her to pull away and trail kisses down Calum’s strong jaw, head ducking to let her lips and tongue and teeth work down his neck and return the favor he’d done days ago and left her own marks against his pretty skin. Noelle heard Calum let out an appreciative groan as she nipped, working on her fourth mark, a small boost to her ego because she was the one who got him to make a sound as sexy as that.

She brought her lips back to his in a slow, sucking kiss that erupted wild butterflies in her stomach. And when Noelle felt Calum’s blunt nails digging into her skin, the metal of his rings biting, she let out a soft moan into his mouth as she whispered, “I need you, too.”

Her words, just as sincere as Calum’s, had him groaning before nipping at her lower lip. Calum pulled back ever so slightly, brushing his nose against hers and keeping his eyes closed as he practically begged, “Then let me take you to your room, baby girl.”

Noelle felt her heart drop to her stomach from anticipated excitement, feeling his warm breath against her lips and forehead against her own as she instantly consented, “Please.”

Calum didn’t hesitate as his hands went from Noelle’s hips to slide under her thighs, feet firmly planted on the ground as he stood up and lifted her up with him. Noelle’s arms instantly wrapped around his neck and legs around his hips at the unexpected gesture, eyes widened slightly in concern as she worried, “Wait, your side, I can ju—”

He let out a breath to prelude his rushed words of, “I got you,” before capturing her lips in another slow kiss.

Yeah, his side was protesting as he carried Noelle out of the bathroom, but the tightness in his pants was a lot more demanding as Calum blindly walked towards Noelle’s bedroom, seemingly having her house mapped out. He kept kissing her, relished her chest pressing against his as he walked them through the open doorway of her room and kicked it shut behind him.

Noelle’s fingers, which had been entangled in the curls at the back of Calum’s head, tugged at his hair slightly, eliciting a guttural groan from him that allowed Noelle to meet his tongue with her own. It was slow, sensual in the way the kiss deepened and Calum made his way towards the bed, and stopped at the right place from memory to crawl onto the mattress on his knees before bending to lower Noelle. Their kiss never broke, a lazy tangle of lips and tongues and teeth as Calum’s hands slid from her thighs and went up her sides, going under her shirt and all the way up. His knees resting on either side of her hips, Calum’s thumbs brushed right under her bare breasts, his cock hardening even more at her lack of bra.

“As cute as this is,” Calum mumbled against her lips, eyes opening only slightly to let his hooded gaze drop to the picture of Bambi on her shirt. He looked back at Noelle, her light eyes glinting in the darkness of the room, save for the lights filtering in from her parted curtains. “It needs to come off.”

Noelle giggled breathily as Calum’s fingers pulled off her shirt as Noelle lifted slightly to get it off, and once Calum discarded the piece of clothing on the floor behind him, he pulled back to admire the view in front of him. He let out a groan, sitting back on his legs as to not put his weight on her as he praised, “You’re so perfect.”

Her cheeks flushed a happy pink at his words, which were followed by him coming down to kiss her once again and his hands cupping the soft flesh. Noelle moaned into his mouth as Calum’s calloused fingers had their way with her breasts, cupping and squeezing and tugging at her already hardened nipples due to the cool air of the room. It may be cold in here, but Noelle felt like she was on fire.

Much to her chagrin, Calum pulled away from the kiss and she was desperate to follow his lips with hers, but her head dropped and tilted back when she felt him wrap them around her right nipple, giving it the kind of attention she craved. His warm tongue circled her nipple before tugging at it lightly with his teeth, and Noelle closed her eyes and let out a breathless whimper through parted lips, fingers still tangled in his hair as his other hand squeezed her left breast and rolled the nipple between the pads of his finger and thumb.

Holy shit, she thought kissing him was dizzying—this was leaving her without any air to breathe.

When he treated the other breast similarly, Noelle couldn’t help but open her eyes and watch as Calum licked and sucked, his own eyes closed and lashes brushing against his cheekbones, and Noelle felt her stomach stirring and bit her lower lip at the waves of pleasure his mouth was bringing her.

One of her hands slid down from the back of Calum’s head and when she felt the collar of his shirt, she tugged at the back of it. “Take it off, please,” she breathlessly pleaded and Calum realized if she ever asked him to do anything in that voice, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

So he sat up, taking a moment to admire the way Noelle’s chest moved from her breathing, his throat drying at the sight of her breasts slick with his saliva. Calum could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he reached on hand to the back of his shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion and tossing it to the floor, ignoring the cool chains and pendants he wore against his heated skin because he couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. Couldn’t believe the girl with the glazed hazel eyes and kiss swollen lips was his.

Fuck, he adored her.

And while he admired her, Noelle was doing the same as she took in his toned torso and tattoos; the ones he got for his family and for himself. She took in the hickeys she’d left on his neck, a show of her actions. But the black ink and purpling marks weren’t all that were sticking out against his golden skin, because Noelle’s eyes drifted to the yellowing bruise on his left side, a bit too large for her liking as she saw it through the limited light of the room and slowly sat up.

She took in a breath, steadying her wild heart as her fingers barely brushed against the tender skin, the guilt from before coming back at the sight of the bruise. When she pulled her lower lip into her mouth, Calum’s hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb gently releasing her imprisoned lip as he ducked his head and told her gently, “Look at me.” She did, swallowing at the intensity of his kind stare that contradicted the harsh cut on his cheek. It was a look he kept for only those close to him. “I’m okay. I’ve seen worse.”

Noelle let out a sharp breath, hearing the mild summer wind outside over her heart, realizing that having Calum so close was the only thing keeping her warm. “That doesn’t make me feel any better, Calum.”

His lips tugged upwards into a smile, using his light grip on her cheek to bring her forward and softly bite down and tug at her lower lip before releasing it. “Then let me try to help out with that.”

And then he was kissing her again, enjoying the faint taste of chocolate she’d eaten before pushed her back until she was lying down again, before dragging his lips away from hers towards her jaw and down her neck. Noelle savored the feel of his full lips against her skin, an appreciative moan falling past her as Calum sucked and nipped on a particularly pleasurable spot. His actions were slow, taking his time on leaving his mark on one spot of her neck before moving on, dragging his mouth lower and lower all the while making sure to leave purplish marks on her collarbones and the swell of her breasts as well.

The left side of his torso was still experiencing a dull throb of pain as he moved himself further down on the bed, but Calum paid it no mind because his entire attention and energy was focused on the stunner of a girl beneath him, whose moans and soft whimpers were more empowering than any crowd during a match.

When he trailed kisses all the way down her torso, the cool pendants of his necklaces doing what the air couldn’t and raising goosebumps on Noelle’s skin, Calum moved to rest on his knees on the floor, hands on the back of Noelle’s knees to pull her down closer to him as she let out a startled gasp. Smirking and reaching the waistband of her cute little night shorts, Calum paused and glanced up at Noelle, questioning, “Baby, can I take these off?”

Fuck it if Noelle didn’t melt at the husk of his voice. She looked down at him, wondering how they hadn’t truly even done anything yet but she still felt like she was seconds away from coming undone. Her lips parted, licking her bottom one and Calum knew he’d have to take his pants off soon because the sight was so fucking hot. “Yeah,” Noelle answered with an absent nod, “Yes, Cal.”

He didn’t wait a moment longer as his fingers hooked into the band before dragging the shorts down her leg, and Calum felt his entire body clench because she was dripping. The sight of her slick folds was enough to send Calum over the edge, and he couldn’t wait to get to know every single inch of this gorgeous girl’s body. “Shit, Ellie,” he breathed as he discarded the shorts, hands on her inner thighs to push them apart, giving him full access to her waiting pussy. “Who made you this wet?”

Noelle pressed one hand against her forehead when she felt Calum draw circles on her inner thighs, the subtle action sending an unexpected wave of pleasure as she truthfully answered, “God, you did, Cal. Please.” Head still against the mattress, Noelle looked down at him, face scrunched slightly pleadingly as she added, “I need you. Need your mouth and your fingers. Need all of you.”

She wasn’t even embarrassed that she was already begging for him, not when she saw Calum smirk before his lips trailed kisses up the inside of her right thigh, all teeth and tongue and leaving marks. He got close to where she needed him most, he was right there, but he suddenly switched to her other thigh and Noelle’s chest fell with a heavy breath at his purposefully slow movements. Each nip and suck had Noelle begging for more.

“Can’t wait to taste you,” he breathed, his breath teasing Noelle’s heated core before her mouth dropped open at the little kitten licks he taunted her pussy with, and Noelle had to stop her entire body from spasming when Calum’s tongue slowly entered her.

Her strangled moan and his satisfied groan were music to each other’s ears, Noelle motivating him and the sound he made vibrating through her entire being as both of her hands found home in his hair once more, keeping him close as his tongue worked her over.

Calum watched, savoring her taste, her back arching and head tilted back in pleasure, completely entranced at how fucking beautiful she looked like this, how her pretty lips parted open in a breathless gasp when he shifted lower to push one finger into her folds. “So pretty like this,” he remarked breathily, reveling in the way her fingers tightened around his curls, watching as Noelle’s glazed over eyes watched him lick his lips that were wet with the taste of her. Calum pressed a kiss to her clit, adding a second finger and increasing the stomach coiling pleasure she felt. “So pretty for me.”

His lips wrapped around her clit as his fingers continued their ministrations and Calum forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could keep them on Noelle, as her moans, music to his ears, were accompanied by her trying to close her thighs as her head tilted back, giving Calum the stunning view of her pretty neck and the darkening marks littering her skin. She was utterly his, he couldn’t help but muse, as the rim of his ring added onto the pleasure he was generously giving her.

Calum used his free hand to keep her left thigh spread, quickening his pace until he felt Noelle clenching around his fingers. The room was filled with the sounds she made, whining when Calum suddenly pulled his fingers out because she was so close, only to let out a panting, “Oh, God,” when his fingers were replaced by his lips and tongue. “Shit, Calum, I’m clo—”

“Cum for me, baby,” Calum prodded, wrapping his arms around thighs and pulling her even closer, lifting her hips off the bed and the new angle his tongue was hitting was enough to had Noelle seeing stars and squeezing her eyes shut at the toe curling end she finally reached, the moan her star-seeing orgasm accompanied causing Calum to groan against her as she came right on his tongue. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her taste.

Calum pulled back with one last kiss to her clit, and Noelle used the grip she had on his hair to tug him up, his body easily following her lead as she pulled him down and pressed her lips to his, tongues instantly meeting. Noelle moaned into his mouth as she tasted herself and not for the first time did Calum think this girl would be the end of him as his left hand dragged up her body, feeling her smooth skin under his touch before his hand found her throat.

But before he could do what he wanted, Calum paused briefly before deciding against it, lips still on hers as he began to move his hand away from her neck. He wasn’t sure if Noelle would want that, didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable in any way. However, as if realizing what he was about to—or what he hesitating to—do, Noelle’s right hand grasped his tattooed, bracelet covered wrist and kept his hand in place.

“Please,” she mumbled against his lips, dragging hers against his. “Do it. Do whatever you want.”

Shit, he didn’t need to be told twice.

His hand splayed at the base of her throat, putting just the right amount of pressure in the front as he used his fingers to do the same on the sides of her neck. Noelle’s lips parted against Calum’s, the unadulterated pleasure she felt from Calum choking her unforeseen yet so fucking dizzying. No one’s ever choked her before, and the pressure Calum was putting along with his cool rings biting into her skin had Noelle’s stomach recoiling wonderfully.

He was obsessed with her, with the way she tasted and felt and sounded, and Calum knew he would never be able to have enough of her. Especially when her fingers worked on the buckle of his belt as she instructed hoarsely through a fucked voice, “Off. Need you now.”

Calum kissed her lips before pushing himself up and off the bed, his kiss swollen lips already missing Noelle’s as he got to his feet on the floor. His eyes never left Noelle’s, the air between them alive with thrilled, euphoric electricity as she pushed herself further up on the bed, and Calum let out a shameless groan when she pulled her lower lip into her mouth, watching as he worked at his belt.

He took it off as it clattered to the ground, toeing off his shoes and socks before hastily unzipping his jeans, the urgency to be on her, inside her, with her getting the better of him as he shoved his pants and boxers down his legs, wincing only slightly when he bent and his side protested at the action. Calum barely registered it, though, along with the thud of his pants because of his phone and wallet in the pockets, the only thing he could focus on was the woman in front of him, her breathing as shallow as his because of the intense anticipation of what was about to happen, what they’d both been waiting for to happen.

Noelle didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed when she felt her mouth practically water at the sight of Calum, completely bare and all for her. She took a brief moment to admire every part of him; from his tattooed arms and biceps and collarbones, his toned chest and strong thighs, all an indicator of how well he treated his body, of how stupidly gorgeous he was.

When Calum crawled back onto the bed on his knees, he made his way back to her by trailing kisses from below her belly button all the way up her stomach, torso, the valley of her breasts and neck before finally reaching her lips. Noelle felt like her body was on fire, Calum’s lips leaving scorches in their wake as she sighed into his mouth, feeling his hardened length against her thigh and her heart threatening to burst through her chest.

“So beautiful,” Calum rasped against her mouth, and he realized the way his heart pumped during a fight was nothing compared to the breathlessness he felt in this moment, with his front flush against hers and his cock twitching in impatient anticipation. “Need you so bad, Ellie. Can I have you?”

“God, yes, yeah,” Noelle whined, her senses overwhelming full of Calum as she couldn’t possibly wait a second longer, her hands cupping his cheeks as she felt the hard lines of his jaw in her palms, his chest against her own as his necklaces sensually dragged against her fiery skin. Her eyes met his as he hovered over her, only inches between them as she took in his dilated pupils and pink lips, obsessed with every feature of his, thumb tenderly brushing the skin right below his cut. “All of me, yeah. Just need to feel you, Cal.”

Their noses brushed together, heavy breaths mingling in the silence of the room as their blood rushed in their veins and hearts pounded in their ears. Their senses were just full of the other, unable to be close enough, as Noelle breathlessly volunteered, “I’m on the pill.”

Calum’s heart jumped up to his throat as her words registered in his mind and he dropped his forehead to her collarbones, an aroused groan escaping him at the mere thought of being able to feel Noelle without any filter. “You’re gonna kill me,” he quipped against her skin, voicing the thought that always seemed to flutter around his mind where Noelle was concerned. Reaching his hand down, he gripped the base of his cock, brushing the tip against Noelle’s sensitive folds that pulled a soft whine from her, causing him to smirk as he slanted his lips over hers in a kiss not as gentle as the ones before, the adrenaline in his veins energizing his movements.

“What’re you waiting for?” Noelle muttered against his lips when she didn’t feel him in his entirety, pulling back slightly as a smirk of her own tilted at her pink mouth. “Get on with it.”

Narrowing his eyes, Calum’s smirk widened at Noelle’s bold impatience, staring down at her as he couldn’t help but think how perfect this beautiful, sexy girl was and that she was his. “Whatever you say, love,” Calum marveled before, without another moment’s pause, he moved his hips and sank himself into Noelle’s heat, the sensation of her walls snugly around him making Calum release her lips, their foreheads pressed together as both of them let out loud, impassioned groans at this new feeling.

He bottomed out, Noelle inhaling sharply as she tilted her head back at the maddening way he filled her so completely, so full and she could already feel herself drawing to the edge at how tantalizing Calum felt. He, in turn, dragged his lower lip along hers as he released shallow breaths, heart in his throat as he held himself up with his arms, both of them taking a second to process this moment, to revel in the new level of intimacy they’d been craving. It wasn’t until Noelle clenched around him that spurred Calum on, broke every strand of patience and control he had as he pulled out almost completely before snapping his hips forward.

The gratifying mewl that escaped Noelle at the rough movement prompted Calum to pick up his pace, and he couldn’t help but kiss her for what felt like the hundredth time, but still ignited a fire just like the first. It was a kiss messy with tongue and clashing teeth, rushed with the heat coursing through their veins and the waves of bliss stealing their breaths and writing their bodies, the pleasure even more enjoyable for Noelle as his stubble scratched her chin.

“So good, Cal,” Noelle babbled softly, moving her legs to wrap around his hips and lock her ankles at his back. The new angle as she pushed himself more into her had Noelle quickly approaching the edge, and Calum buried his face in the crook of her marked neck because he didn’t think he’d ever felt euphoria this intensely before. One hand returned to her throat, fingers finding home around it and Noelle’s heart felt as though it was going into overdrive. Her nails scraped lightly against his scalp as he groaned against her skin. “God, I feel so full.”

Shit, she really was going to be the end of him. He kissed her collarbone and sat up slight, other hand holding her thigh and rings biting into her skin as his hips never once ceased bucking forward, overwhelmed in how well he fit inside her. “Take me so well, baby,” Calum rasped, unable to stop the praise from falling past his own lips as he licked at her. “Like you were made for me.”

Noelle believed that wholeheartedly.

It wasn’t long until both of them were reaching their end, their stomachs coiling as Noelle felt her muscles quivering at her fast approaching orgasm. And when Calum let go of her thigh to prop himself up, allowing his other hand to come up and rub loose circles over her clit with his thumb, he urged, “Let me how pretty you look when you cum, Ellie.”

It took all of Noelle’s willpower to open her eyes, to look up at the stunner of a man who was bringing her the kind of ecstacy she’d never felt before, who lit up her body in every way with a fierce fire, every nerve within her body igniting with life. And when her eyes met his, she was done.

Calum let her ride it out, the warmth of her releasing around him quickening his own approaching orgasm as the sound of skin slapping against skin and their mingling moans electrified the air. Noelle’s lips parted with a heavy gasp as Calum kept going, loving the feeling of him within her sensitive heat, wanting to always remember this moment of how her name falls past his lips in a euphoric groan when his own orgasm finally washes over him and she feels him deliciously spilling inside of her.

Their breaths were heavy, disrupting the silence of the room as Calum, after a moment of pausing to catch a breath, pulled out of her tenderly, unhindered groans sounding from both of them at the loss of closeness. Calum laid down beside Noelle, their chests heaving and hearts only just starting to slow down, his head against the pillow as he wrapped his right arm around her shoulders and pulled her over. The desire to be close to her was never going to disappear.

Noelle rested her cheek against his shoulder, hand resting against his chest as they basked in the afterglow of the rapture they’d just experienced without anything keeping them apart, skin warm and flushed and heads swimming in pure delirium. They knew they should clean up, but they were too comfortable on the bed next to each other, too overwhelmed and sensitive to do anything except bask in each other’s presence.

Arm wrapped around Noelle’s shoulder, Calum’s fingers lightly ran through her hair as he felt her legs move until a blanket was sliding up his bare legs, Noelle reaching for it to bring it up and cover them up. “Sleepy?” he mumbled because, really, falling asleep with her in his arms, beautiful and fucked and his, sounded like the best thing.

She hummed in response, cheek against his shoulder as she reveled in the warmth the blanket and Calum’s body provided. She was exhausted and sore and felt so taken care of. Though she didn’t have to, she still rasped, “You gonna stay the night?”

Calum twirled a strand of her soft hair around his finger, pressing a kiss to her temple as his own eyelids felt heavy. “Don’t wanna be anywhere else.”

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roselukes · 6 years

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31 Days of Smut: Day 2

Requested?: Yes

Warnings: smut (obvi)

“Babe, are you coming?” Calum called from the entryway. You had been staring at yourself in the mirror longer than planned.

“Yeah, I’m coming!” You called, adjusting your breasts in the leather shirt. You walked down the stairs, the leather squeaking as you walked. “Did we really have to go as Danny and Sandy?”

“Yes. You know I’ve been wanting to do a couple’s costume.” Calum smiled at you.

“Next year, let’s do one that doesn’t require an entire leather outfit. The leather pants I can handle, but this leather shirt is rather uncomfortable.” You sighed, pulling your black pumps from the hall closet.

“Next year, you can choose the outfits.” Calum chuckled, walking out to the waiting car. You sighed and followed, slipping into the back seat with him. The car pulled away from the curb and toward the bustling city. When the car stopped in front of the club, you carefully slid out of the car. Calum wrapped his arm around your waist and walked up to the bouncer.

“Names please?” He asked, clearly uninterested in his job.

“Calum Hood and date.”

“Go ahead.” The bouncer said, eyes glazed in boredom. Calum smiled and walked into the club, his arm falling from your waist.

“I’m gonna find the boys, do you want to get us some drinks?” Calum asked over the music.

“Yeah, I’ll come find you with the drinks.” You nodded, walking to the bar. You leaned over the counter to the bartender. “Can I get a butterscotch tequila and a Bud Light?”

“Coming right up.” The bartender smirked.

“How much do I owe ya?” You asked, pulling a few bills from between your breasts.

“It’s on the house, doll.” The bartender winked, sliding the drinks to you.

“Thank you.” You giggled and grabbed the drinks, making your way to Calum. His arms were crossed and his eyes were dark. “Bud Light for you, butterscotch tequila for me.”

“And, an eyeful of you for the bartender.” Calum scoffed, taking his beer.

“Oh, is that what your crossed arms are about?” You smirked softly. “Well, you have fun wallowing. I’m gonna have fun at the party with the other guests.” You smiled and walked away, winding your way through the crowd. Calum kept his eyes on you as you downed your drink, setting your hips into motion with the beat.

“Ridiculous.” Calum huffed, sipping his beer as he watched you sway your hips. You smirked as a man you recognized from previous parties came up to you, holding your hands as he danced in front you. You laughed as he spun you around, his hands finding your hips. Calum clenched his jaw as he watched you dance, enjoying the attention you received. He handed his beer off to Ashton before making his way to you. “May I cut in?” Calum asked, looking at the man. “You don’t really have a choice, after all, she is my girlfriend.” Calum smirked. The man just huffed and walked away, leaving you to deal with Calum yourself.

“That was rude, we were just dancing.” You crossed your arms, your breasts pushing up under them.

“You were dancing, he was getting ready to sneak you away with him. I just know it.” Calum’s eyes squinted as he thought of another man having you.

“You’re just jealous, that’s all.” You smirked up at him.

“Not jealous, you’re just mine.” Calum mumbled, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You kissed back, your lips moving with his. “Follow me.” Calum muttered, grabbing your hand and leading you from the dance floor.

“Where are we going?” You asked, following him down the hallway.

“Somewhere to be alone.” Calum said, pulling you into the bathroom and locking the door. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night. Flirting with the bartender, dancing with that guy, moving your hips so effortlessly in these fucking leather pants.” Calum groaned, his lips immediately finding your neck. Your fingers wound through his hair as his lips sucked and nipped at your skin.

“Y-you’re the one that wanted to be Danny and Sandy.” You moaned, the feeling of his cool lips against your heated skin driving you mad.

“It was a good choice.” He smirked, pulling your leather pants down to your ankles. You gasped as he bent you over the counter, the cool countertops feeling like pure ice against your skin. Calum smirked and knelt on the ground behind you, his lips trailing up your thighs.

“C-Calum, please.” You whined, bucking your hips back.

“Patience, my love.” Calum chuckled, pulling your thong down slowly. He licked your slit, his tongue dipping between your folds. You moaned as his tongue found your clit, the kitten licks sending you into a moaning frenzy. He held your thighs as his tong dragged from your clit to your entrance, the tip dipping in repeatedly.

“I’m so close.” You whimpered, bucking your hips back. Calum smirked as he pulled back.

“No cumming until I’m inside you.” Calum said, pushing his jeans and boxers down.

“Then hurry up and fuck me.” You begged, looking at Calum through the mirror.

“Are you trying to tell Daddy what to do?” Calum asked, sending a slap to your ass. You gasped and gripped the edge of the counter.

“No, Daddy, I just need it now.” You whimpered, a moan slipping past your lips as Calum pushed his cock into you slowly. He groaned lowly as his pace increased, his hips hitting yours harder and harder. “Yes, Daddy.” You moaned out, bucking your hips back. His fingers found their way to your clit, rubbing in slow circles.

“I can tell how close you are.” Calum grunted, his hips thrusting faster. “Can feel your pussy clenching around me.” You moaned louder and clenched around him. “Do you want to cum, princess?”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m so close.” You begged, your thighs shaking.

“Cum for Daddy.” Calum groaned, his fingers moving faster against your clit, sending you over the edge. You tightened your grip on the counter as you came, Calum filling you with his load. “You look so fucking gorgeous when you cum on my cock.” Calum moaned, his thrusts slowly before he pulled out completely.

“Halloween sex is always my favorite.” You giggled breathlessly. “Come on, let’s get back to the party and then we can go home and do more of this.”

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luke2k18 · 6 years

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↳ Boxer Calum based on Sugar Coated Pain written by @obsidiancosmos

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justalittleofmyworld · 6 years

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Through the lens - Luke Hemmings imagine

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Requests are open, send yours here!

Pairing: Luke x reader

Request: yes! By the lovely @youngblood-5sos : can you do one for Luke where you're a famous youtuber and you're filing a video together?

Here's your thing, lovely. I've had this idea in mind for a while and you reminded me of it. Hope you enjoy it lots!

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"Ok guys, so I'll finish with breakfast and I'll see you in a bit."

You covered the lens with your hand and pressed the button to stop filming. Then you put the camera on the table, ready to finish your toasts and coffee. It was one of your favourite times of the day, getting up and having breakfast while you start filming your vlog and telling your audience how your day was going to be. You've had a YouTube channel for years, even before meeting Luke. However, once you started your relationship, the channel blew up and the subscribers stated rising quickly. Three years after, you've reached the million and a half people following you. Of course, you knew that the majority of them came because of you dating him, but others stayed when they watched your own content, from the lifestyle videos to the book recommendations and talks, your favourite to do. You'd been vlogging for a couple of months now, giving them new content and the opportunity to follow your daily life. Luke didn't use to appear much in your videos, as he spent months away from you, but when he did, you were able to give your audience —and his fans— a different perspective of his life, out from his on tour environment.

"Good morning, beautiful" a raspy voice said in your ear, distracting you from your own thoughts. You turned your head slightly to the side while your boyfriend hid his face in the crook of your neck and left a few light kisses there.

"Good morning, rockstar" you replied with a smile. When he was at home with you mornings were the best. God, you missed him like crazy when he was gone, although you were able to make quick trips to see him on tour, having him there was far better.

"I heard you talking to yourself." he said, and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

"I wasn't talking to myself" you replied and pointed to the camera.

"Good, because I thought you'd become mad" he laughed while he walked to the counter. "Oh, you made coffee," he exclaimed and poured some in a mug. "So, what's the plan for today?" He asked you and you shrugged your shoulders as you sipped from your mug. "What do you think, Piggy?" Petunia was running around his feet and he took her up in his arms. "What do you wanna do today, love?"

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Although the day wasn't the sunniest, you ended going to the beach and taking Petunia with you. You took a long walk there and played with your baby dog until she tired you up. You filmed some scenes, including some of Luke running and playing with her, throwing her a ball o making her run to catch him, rewarding her every time she did it. It was hilarious but also cute as hell, and even if you didn't include it in your vlog, you'd keep the videos forever for your own entertainment. You spent some time sat on the sand too, wrapped in each other's arms while you watched the ocean in front of you, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Your camera caught some silly moments between you, stupid giggles and a couple of kisses that you doubted you were going to include in the final vlog.

You went to have lunch afterwards and also filmed shortly your dishes so you could include them in the vlog, as well as a fan of you both who recognized you in the restaurant and asked for a photo, spending some minutes chatting with her. You took your camera out and started filming.

"Guys, this lovely girl is Anna" you introduced and the girl waved at the lens with flushed cheeks. "She came to say hi and she's the cutest, I swear"

"Can we adopt her?" Luke said in the background and made you both laugh. You turned the camera to him and his smiley face. "I'm serious, Y/N. Let's adopt Anna. Even Petunia loves her already!" He pointed to your dog and you mimicked his gesture with the camera to see Petunia cuddling at her feet and playing with her shoes. Another laughter invaded you all and you turned the camera off.

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"We decided that we're going to answer some questions" you explained with your eyes fixed on the road. The camera was on the dashboard so it filmed both of you while you were driving back home and Luke was on the seat by your side. "I asked you an hour ago to leave some questions on my instagram, so Luke is gonna read them and we'll try to answer them."

"Okay, first question:" Luke started reading, "Are you addicted to your phones?"

"Luke is, definitely" you answered before he could say anything else. "I mean, I check my social media a few times during the day and I really like twitter at night, but Luke's all day with the freaking phone in his hand."

"That's not true" he complaint.

"It is. Next question." You ordered with a giggle.

"In a scale from 1 to 10, how the other's fashion sense?" He read and started thinking. "Well, it depends on whether she wears those shoes I hate so much," he said and you slapped his arm slightly while he laughed. "I would say... She's an 8 because of those shoes... and a 10 when she's not wearing anything at all."

"Lucas! Children friendly!" You reprimanded with a laughter. "I'd say Luke's a... 9. I'm really into this long hair, open shirts and hands full of rings thing lately."

"Okay, next. What's your favourite thing to do together? Oh that's easy, sex-"

"Luke, please!" You laughed by his side. "That's why I can't do tags with him even though you ask for them" you exclaimed exasperated to the camera. "And answering the question, I would say... going out like today and lots of cuddling." You replied, watching your boyfriend nod in response. "God, we're so cheesy." You added.

"YN, what's your favourite 5SOS song?"

"Hmmm, tough question," you though out loud while the car stopped at a red light. "I have several favourites and they change over time. I would say one from each album, but right now... Maybe Babylon." you answered.

"Just the one in which I don't sing" Luke noted and you started the car again when the light turned green with a giggle. "Ok, this girl here asks about our favourite films..."

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You were sat on the bed the next morning, the sunlight entering through the window as you edited your vlog from the day before. While Luke was running some errands with Calum, Petunia had decided to give you some company, lying next to you in the ruffled sheets. You didn't have to edit a lot, only a few cuts to make it shorter. You only had one more bit to add and you clicked on it to check it. At first you didn't recognise the place in which it was filmed, but a second later, you realised it was your own living room. Luke appeared on the screen and a curious expression crossed your face. You didn't remember him taking the camera at any time during the day.

"Hi" he started talking as he let himself fall onto your couch. "Y/N is already sleeping and I just saw the camera on the table and I thought that I could close the vlog today. Y/N is gonna freak out when she sees this on the editing. Hello," he waved and smiled at the camera. "I just wanted to say that I spent the most amazing day today and that I love sharing some of our lives with you." He continued, and your heart clenched a little. He never complaint about being even more public with your videos than he already was as an artist, he always supported you and your channel, encouraging to upload whatever you wanted. He could have asked you not to show him on camera, but he didn't and you never had thanked him enough for that. "I'm gonna stop talking so I don't wake up anyone. Thanks for all your lovely comments, subscribe if you're new here, follow Y/N on social media and all that stuff. Love you all. Byeeeee" he finished, and covered the lens, just as you used to do.

The smile on your face was so big when you finished watching his unexpected appearance and you were about to close the video player when the lens uncovered and he reappeared. "Hi again, love. This part is only for you." You opened your eyes in surprise, letting a small gasp escape form your mouth. Even Petunia looked at you intrigued. "Just wanted to tell you that I love you to the moon and back and that you make me a better person and my life ten times easier. Thanks for being there even when I'm not literally with you. I guess you can keep this in case you miss me and I'm not able to get your calls because of time difference sucking so... yeah." You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes at this spontaneous gesture, you couldn't believe that something so simple could make you this emotional. You could see his smile and the love in his eyes even when you saw him yawning of tiredness. "I cannot wait to turn this thing off and going to sleep by your side. You're the cutest when you sleep, by the way." You giggled again and wiped the quick tear that had fallen down your cheek. Your chest was going to explode of pure happiness and love. "Thanks for everything. I love you."

"I love you too, Luke" you whispered to the screen, still in awe. Then, you cut that bit of the video and kept it in your hard disc, and finished editing your vlog with the warmest feeling in your heart and the widest smile on your face.

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hoodsasthetic · 6 years

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late night adventures [Calum Hood imagine]

readers note: yes please don’t make fun of my writing im trying here okay :) anyways lmk how y'all feel about it and send any requests or questions along the way

in where a girl needs food and visits her local 24hr grocery store and Calum just happens to be there at 1am.

HER MUSIC playing softly through her earbuds as she walked into her local grocery store in desperate need for snacks. Alex was sitting in her bed having a Marvel movie marathon with no-one but herself until she notice she didn’t have anything to eat. Alex was already into watching Iron Man 3, until she felt the craving for snacks, so her being her, she grabbed her coat, slipped on her dirty white converses and grabbed her keys and headed out into the crisp winter air of London to go to her local 24hr grocery store. Driving late at night was never Alex’s favorite, but she would risk it all for some snacks.

Walking through the store looking for the aisle she was in need search for, she took in the surroundings around her and notice that she was the only one in the store expect for the employees on they're boring night shift. Humming along to the song playing on her phone, she found the aisle where the snacks were and look at the shelves to see what immediately draw her attention towards.

Calum isn’t really up at 1am in his local grocery store, but this was an emergency. He was in dear need of food, one of his guilty pleasures, eating food late at night and since he really doesn’t sleep well, this was the opportunity to just go grab snacks and leave right? It wasn’t that hard for him to do. He walked into the store and he took in the stores appearance, no one in sight but just employees and security watching him, but apparently it wasn’t just him. He walked into the aisle where the snacks are and saw a petite girl, he took in her appearance, her hair up in somewhat of a messy bun, her grey sweatpants loosely fitted around her legs, a grey coat that somewhat made her seem a lil bit smaller than she is and notice the dirty white converses she was wearing. He also took in the look on her face as she was looking around for the snacks she wanted, her lip caught between her teeth and hands placed on her waist looking between the chips she looked like she was debated to get.

Alex was just staring at the cool ranch Doritos and the spicy nacho Doritos, which were both her favorite, but couldn't decide which ones to get. It was like her mind was playing mind tricks on her telling her to get them both, but she knew if she did, there wouldn’t be any leftovers from both of the bags if she was being honest. She didn’t even feel the presence of someone in the aisle and near her as she is trying to decide. Calum just chuckled at the girl and notice her earbuds and can hear the music that was playing and it was familiar tone of Oh Calamity! by All Time Low, to which he knew every word of that song and would probably be killed if he didn't know it since he is great friends with the band. Being in 5 Seconds of Summer had so many perks, being friends with musicians he has been fangirling for the longest of time, but being in the band mean’t so much more to him. Him and his three best friends got to go all over the world to places he never have thought of going to and also writing the best music to his fans. He loved his fans so much, it made him so happy that he can bring something to society that truly impacted someones life so much.

Alex felt someone come up beside her and she immediately turn to see who it was and her breath got caught up in her throat. Her eyes went wide at the tall handsome boy standing right in front of her. She can see him his mouth moving, more like he was trying to talk to her. She immediately pulled her earbuds out of her ears and gave him a confused look. Calum saw her eyebrows furrowed at him and he repeated what he said, “I like the song you're listening to. All time low right?” Calum mentally slapped himself and felt the heat rise up to his cheeks. He felt so dumb saying that to the pretty girl in front of him, he could have said something so much better.

“Umm yeah,” She said with a slightly uncomfortable tone. She was thinking why is this tall handsome boy talking to her. He could have easily grabbed his stuff and left, but no there he is trying to talk to her. Her mind instantly went to the idea of him trying to kill her or something, but looking at him even more, the possibility of that happening was very slim.

“Im sorry if i’m making you feel uncomfortable or something.” Calum brings his hand up to adjust his beanie on top of his head and looked at her as she smiled softly. “Um, no your good just surprised someone else is here at one in the morning.” Calum smiled at her and looked at the chips she has been staring at since he walked into the aisle.

“You know you can just get both right?” She quietly laughed and shook her head. “If I did, I think I wouldn’t have any left, if i’m being honest.”

The look on her face definitely made Calum laugh because he didn’t think she was being serious, but she clearly was. He grabbed both of the chips and handed it to her. “Just get them, your gonna regret it if you don’t.”

She holds the bag of chips in her arms and nodded at him and smiled. Calum noticed the dimples that came with that beautiful smile of hers and couldn’t seem to walk away from her, but her muttering a quiet thanks and walking away made him snap out of his thoughts and follow her along. He instantly forgot what he was even at the store for, but was instantly reminded as his stomach made the loudest growling noise in history. It definitely caught the small girls attention as she turned around and laughed at him. He feels the heat slowly rush up to his cheeks and looked up at her as he hears the fit of giggles coming out of her mouth. “Im guessing you’re just as hungry as I am huh?” She said with a smile on her face.

Calum chuckled, “Eh I guess you heard that.”

“Don’t worry, happens all the time. All you have to do is get food and may I suggest getting those Doritos or maybe something else?” She said to him and Calum was just in awe that this girl was still talking to him, and not even considering that he could be a murder. Calum nodded and looked at the rest of the aisle to see what this store can offer to him. He thought the girl who caught his interest left, but no their she is silently watching him make his decision, like it was some game show or something. Calum grabbed the sour cream and onion chips he saw and Chips Ahoy! Cookies he saw. The small girl notice the tall boys hands with the snacks in his hands. “Got what you wanted?”

Calum nodded, “Yep, what a man desires in life.” She giggled softly and Calum just wanted to hug her and keep her warm. She was the most adorable thing he has ever seen. Alex nodded and waved and said a quiet goodbye to him and started to walk away. Calum was upset that this little interaction between was over, even though it wasn’t even a full blown conversation, he was so drawn to the girl that he wanted more. He wanted to get to know her and why the sudden urge to just get snacks at one in the morning.

Calum snapped back to reality and started to go after her. He mentally thanked his long legs that made him catch up to the girl immediately as she got up to the self-checkout section. Alex was tapping on the screen of the computer and scanning her items, until she felt the presence again. She looked up and saw the tall boy from the aisle with the loud stomach. She softly smiled him and Calum instantly return it back. Calum was mentally slapping himself for not saying anything to her, as he took the self-checkout register beside her. He desperately wanted to talk to her more, but what can you even say to a stranger? He didn’t even know her name in the first place, but he felt like he knew her for the longest time. Alex can feel the stare of the tall boy on her as she almost done with her transaction. She cursed under her breath as her ten dollar wouldn’t cooperate with her. She felt the tall boy come near her and saw him tap on her computer screen of the register.

“Hey what are you doing?” She says with a stern look on her face. He ignored because he knew if he told her what he was doing, she was probably gonna throw a fit. He kept ignoring her questions and pleas, as he use his debit card and paid for her items. Alex with her eyes wide and mouth parted, she folded her arms together and looked at Calum with a pout.

“You didn’t have to do you know, I could’ve paid for it for myself” Calum, taken back from the attitude she gave him, grabbed her bag from the register and handed it to her. “Well, I just did, what are you gonna do about it huh?”

Alex takes the bag and gave Calum a looked and cursed under her breath because she knew she couldn’t do nothing at all. She walked away from the tall boy and headed towards the exit. Pulling out her keys out of her pocket, she hears loud footsteps behind her. Calum wasn’t gonna let her go, he was determine to get her name at least. This probably made it seem like he was creep and was probably gonna scare her off, but he doubts it.

“Wait!” He says loud enough for her to hear him. She turns around and sees him running up to her. “Im really sorry, if i overstepped I just wanted to do something nice you know?” Alex sighed and looked up at Calum, “Its fine, but next time ask the girl before you make the grand gesture.”

Calum laughed and couldn’t stop smiling. “I mean, it was pretty romantic huh?” Now it was Alex’s turn to laugh and she playfully pushed him. She couldn’t stop smiling, proudly showing off her deep dimples, “You know I never got your name.”

“Calum. Calum Hood. Yours?”

“Alex. Alex Roberts.” She says and waits for his respond. He pulled his hand out of his pocket and put his hand out for a handshake. She notice the gesture and took his hand in her hand and could instantly feel how much of a hand difference there was between them. They held it like that for a couple minutes in silence, until he broke it. “I hope you don’t mind, but I really want to talk to you more, but not like this.” Alex giggled and let go of his hand. “Give me your phone Hood,” She says playfully. Calum smiled and it looked like it hurt because he smiling from to ear to ear. He pulled his phone out and handing it to her, but making sure it was unlocked for her to use. Alex grabbed his phone and started putting in her information, but Calum raised his eyebrows in confusion when he say her put his phone against her ear as she was making a phone call and then he heard a phone go off. He then realized that she was calling herself on her phone, so she could also have his number. Clever he thought and he wish he thought of that idea first. Alex pulled her phone out and declined the call, which made his phone go back to a number keypad screen. She looked back at him and handed his phone back. He thanked her and put his phone back into his pocket and then took out his keys.

She realized that their little interaction has come to an end, but a happy ending since now they had each others numbers. They stood outside in the parking lot near car in complete silence until she broke it,“It’s getting late, I should be getting back home if I don’t wanna die from hypothermia and eat my snacks.” Calum softly chuckled and nodded his head, “Well, it was nice knowing you Roberts, expect me blowing up your phone later.”

Alex gave him a playful smile, “Right back at ya Hood.” Calum already liked it when she called him by his last name. It easily rolled off her tongue and Alex could get use to it. Alex offered him a small wave and a quiet goodbye and Calum did the same. They went into different directions to get to their cars. As Calum got into his car, and turn it on and waited for his car to get warmed up, he thought if it was too soon to text her already, he just wanted to talk to her more. Alex who was already in her car waiting for it to get warmed up as well was thinking how long would it take for him to text her. Sure she didn’t want a text right away, but still she doesn’t give out her number to stranger unless that stranger was the cute tall handsome boy name Calum Hood who caught her interest immediately. Alex smiled to herself and was excited, but nervous of when Calum would text her. She sat in her car for a couple of more minutes until she decided for her to leave.

Calum looked to see if her car was still in the parking lot, he notice a car driving out of the parking lot and out into the streets of London. He smiled and waited until he got home to text because he for sure doesn’t want to be the cause of any accident if he texted her right now. Calum drove out of the parking lot and onto the streets of London with the excitement of texting her as soon as he got home.

Alex didn’t know anything about Calum, but she sure was gonna be in one hell of a ride.

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shimmerystyles · 6 years

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Hello, beautiful angels!

This is a cover that has been long overdue and I’ve been planning for awhile. I thoroughly enjoy the message throughout this one and relate in every way.

Hope you guys enjoy, love you always💛

Lexi🌻

#covers #my face #cakenetwork #boss ass bitches club #C.A.L.M. Crew #cashton appreciation nw #welovecalumclub #cals soft hoes #ghostoflrh #mikesvevo #saintcalum #valentinecrown #blue-skies-are-alright #happyhood #casanovacal #goldstarluke #demonshidebehindmyback #peachylukes

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qualitylu · 6 years

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Babygirl // 4 (c.h.) (series)

Summary: Stella, a prospecting art student, is attending her dream school, NYU. When she goes to her first college party she runs into the local drug dealer, Calum, where she finds herself suddenly wrapped up in his world.

Word count: 2,056

Rating: R (thirsty cal girls here ya go ;) me included)

Warnings: drug mention (cocaine) and smut

Taglist: @crownedbyluke @lurhemmings @nostalgia-luke @lmao5sosimagines @clum-thomas @irwlns @biggestslutforcalum @clementinethenerd @rexorangecouny @lukesback

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I stumbled out of Calum’s car, with his help of course, my arm slung over his shoulders and his arm wrapped around my waist. When we walked into his apartment I made myself at home right away, plopping down on the couch and pulling out my phone, only to find out it was dead. My attention was soon drawn towards Calum, who was handing me a glass of water which I happily accepted. My mind was racing as I felt him sit down next to me, his arm wrapping around my shoulder and bringing me into his chest.

“Cal,” I looked up at him, our lips closer than I expected, “can I ask you something?”

He nodded his head before I notice his eyes drift down towards my lips before looking me into my eyes again.

“What do you say about me to Ashton?” His jaw immediately tightened before I noticed him move away from me slightly. The fabric of his t-shirt was gripped between my fingers, trying to pull him closer.

“What do you mean?” His eyes glanced down to my hand, signaling that I should let go but I refused.

“Do you like me, Cal?” I propped myself up, loosening my grip on his shirt but keeping my hand over his heart, feeling it beat through my fingertips.

“Why are you asking me these things, babygirl?” His hand lowered down to my waist, squeezing me lightly while he winked.

“Because, Cal, I like you,” I took him by surprise and straddled his legs. I didn’t really know where this confidence came from other than the alcohol but I could tell that wasn’t the complete truth. The buzz was wearing off fast so I knew fully aware what I was doing.

“Babygirl, don’t test me. You’ve been doing it all night.”

“How have been doing that, Cal? You barely paid attention to me. I couldn’t even see you half the time.” I pouted out my bottom lip slightly which caused his brows to borrow.

“I watched you the entire night. I saw how you were completely oblivious to every guys’ stare. The way you moved your hips to the beat, your arms in the air, god, you looked so hot.” His hand were gripping my hips, holding them against him so I wouldn’t move.

“Cal,” I whined before biting my bottom lip.

“Babygirl, don’t do that.” His thumb traced over my lip that was previously trapped between my teeth.

“Why?” I asked determined to get him to admit the feelings he had with me.

“Because, it’s a weakness of mine. If you do it again I’d have to take you right here.” I gasped as he grounded my hips into his, surprised to feel a slight bulge present.

“Calum,” I whined while digging my nails into his arms as he continued his actions.

“What is it Stella, is this enough proof of how much I like you?”

I whined in response as I felt his bulge continue to grow underneath me.

“Talk to me, babygirl, are you going to let me have you?”

I looked into his eyes, they were blown out wide to where his entire eye looked black. There wasn’t a sign of hesitation in his but I could feel that feeling creeping up on me. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this.

“Can we go slow?” ‘Wow, I sounded like a such a virgin,’ I thought after realize what I had said and the way I said it.

“We can go whatever speed you’d like,” one of his hands moved up to my waist as the other cupped my cheek, one of my hands coming up to rest over top of it.

I leaned in slowly to where our lips brushed together slightly before I spoke, “tell me something, Cal.”

“What is it?” His hand that was on my cheek had migrated to the back of my neck, holding me in place.

“Do you like me? Be honest with me, please.” I begged.

“Of course I do, babygirl. I don’t usually have to try this hard though,” he lightly laughed before bring my lips against his. My eyes closed on instinct as I felt his soft lips against mine, my heart exploding, like I had been waiting for this moment my whole life. My fingers tangled into his hair and he pressed me further into him. I whined as his lips left mine to attach to my neck.

“God, babygirl,” he said between kisses, “I love those sounds you make.”

He pulled at the roots of my hair, making a high pitched moan fall from my lips, so he could gain better access. He sucked right below my ear before coming up to bite my ear lobe.

“Let me taste you babygirl.” His teeth grazed down my neck before nipping at my collarbone.

“Please, Calum,” I begged before he picked me up and carried me to what I presumed was his bedroom. He let me down but before I could do anything he pressed me up against door, his hand by head and his other on my waist. He lifted up my shirt slightly, tracing across my lower abdomen.

“I want you to strip for me darling. Can you do that for me?” He pulled away once I nodded my head.

He moved to sit on the bed as I walked to where I was a few feet in front of him. I began by removing my shirt, gauging his reaction as I looked over at him, his lip was caught between his teeth as his eyes raked over my chest. I felt the burn rise in my cheeks as I unbuttoned my pants, kicking them off along with my shoes. His fingers rested against his chin as he watched me walk over to him. My finger combed through his hair as I straddled his legs again, his hands resting on my hips. It didn’t last long until he flipped us over to where I was underneath him. He pulled me by my legs down to where my hips rested on the edge of the bed and he was on his knees in front of me. Before he spoke he hooked his fingers to the side of the lacy underwear I was wearing.

“Did you wear these just for me, babygirl?” I was about to answer but was caught off guard when he pulled them down and my heat was exposed to the cold air of his room. He trailed his lips down my abdomen and caressed my sides.

“Answer me, babygirl,” his hand came down on the side of my thigh, forcing a strangled moan to leave my lips.

“You like that, didn’t you, babygirl,” he repeated his action, harsher this time.

“Yes,” I yelped as he did it again.

When I expected him to spank me again he licked a bold stripe up my slit, lightly sucking on my clit before he pulled away. He place small kitten licks on my clit as I felt his finger press against my entrance. A load moan escaped my lips as he pressed his finger inside me. My fingers curled into his hair as he continued sucking and licking at my clit while his finger curled inside of me.

“Calum,” I whined while pulling at his hair, earning a groan from him which sent shocks through my body.

“Let go if you need babygirl, I got you.” His actions picked up, racing for my orgasm. I felt myself clenching around him as his finger continued to pulse in and out of me. Load shrieks escaped my lips as Calum hit my g-spot repeatedly as he licked blog stripes at my clit.

“I’m about to cum, oh my god.”

Before I could even finish my sentence I felt my orgasm explode as Calum continued his actions, making me extremely sensitive. My thighs clenched together as I felt myself growing more and more sensitive but Calum refused to let up. I tried to push him off of me but he pinned my hands to my thighs as he drew them apart.

“Cum for me again, babygirl.” My head flew back into the sheets at his words. He really would kill me, and it felt like this moment would be it. Dying form exhaustion. It wasn’t long until I felt my second orgasm approaching and I knew Calum could feel it.

“Look at me when you cum.” He mumbled before he sucked on my clit again.

“Calum, holy shit.” I breathed out before making eye contact with him. I could tell he was smirking just by the way his eyebrow was quirked at me before I came all over his tongue. He pulled away from me causing me to whine as he hovered over me.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I mumbled before connecting his lips with mine.

“Take them off of me then babygirl,” he smirked but then shortly laughed as I quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head. God what I would do to hear that laugh constantly. As I was admiring his chest and tracing the tattoos that adorned his collarbones Calum’s phone rang.

“Are you serious?” He growled before pulling his phone out of his back pocket and looked at the name as he crawled off of me. He sat on the edge of the bed as he answered it, practically snapping a hello to the person on the other end.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he stood up as he said this and ran his fingers through his hair and walking over to what I presumed was his closet. When he walked back out he tossed a white t-shirt my way that said ‘The Sensation’ on the back in black bold letters. I looked at him questionably before slipping it over my head. Once he hung up the phone he walked over to me, staring down at me as he lifted my head to look at him.

“Get dressed, babygirl, we have business we need to take care of.” I acted quickly and slipped on the remainder of my clothes and folded my t-shirt and placing it on the bed. I followed him out of his apartment after he got dressed, and made our way to his car. He opened the door for me before sliding in on his side.

“What are we doing Calum?” I asked while seeing that it was 4 a.m. He looked over at me before resting his hand on my thigh as he continued to drive and let out a sigh.

“I have a delivery to make, I was supposed to do it during the party but I asked them if it was okay if I moved it back to 4 because I had some other business to take care of.” He winked at me before speeding into the sketchier side of town. I gripped his hand as I noticed the dirty sidewalks and barely dim roads.

When we pulled up to the house I presumed we were delivering to Calum pulled out his phone to message that he was there. It wasn’t long until I heard a knock on Calum’s window. After he rolled it down Calum exchanged the small amount of cocaine for a stack of cash.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” the man whispered before catching my eye, “an you, young lady, keep an eye on your man. He gets into trouble quite easily.” I felt my stomach turn as I processed the stranger’s words but I was drawn out of my trance as Calum squeezed my thigh.

“Don’t believe him Stella, he’s a regular if that tell you anything. And let’s just say that what I gave him is something he uses when he’s only in it for a light night. He’s usually interested in the harder stuff. I promise, with you around, I’m not going to get into trouble, at least I’ll try to.” I sent him a shy smile at the last part of his sentence before nodding my head, telling him I understood.

“Now how about I get you back and we can go to sleep? You look a little worn out and tired.” I smacked him teasingly on the chest as he sent me a wink and squeezed my thigh, causing me to squeal.

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☀️ Sunshine smiles ☀️

#my face #mine #cakenetwork #c.a.l.m. crew

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can you imagine ash looking at you like that... like with his jaw clenched and his eyes burning into your soul and dear god he could be looking at you like for sO many reasons like he sees you talking to another guy and he gets extremely jealous and makes his way over to you and possessively wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side and kisses your neck while you're still talking and looks at the guy you were talking to and is like "so what did I miss" then go back to ATTACKING you with kisses which like.... yes thank you bUt theres a very nice person trying to have a conversation with you but now his hand has found its way to the skin under your shirt and its gently squeezing your hip so it's getting harder and harder to focus on the conversation you're having so after like 3 minutes of slOw torture ashton's hand finds its way to your bum so finally you're fed up with trying to have a decent conversation so you kinda just "its been nice but i really gotta go" and grab Ashtons wandering hand and drag him out of the party with a "we'll finish this at home and he responds with a "you have no idea" afjfKKhasj possessive Ashton is attacking me goodnight

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michael x valentine

#is this good idk #BUT MY MANS IS LOOKING SO GOOD #ia m not okay after this #like wow #im just ii tg #i gtg #mgc #michael clifford #5sos #5 seconds of summer #valentine #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #mine #tumblrsos #c.a.l.m. crew #coolestsosnw #5sosstannetwork

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Lie To Me [L.H.] // Youngblood Song Fic Series

Disclaimer: Third installation of my Youngblood Song Fic Series. No parts have anything to do with each other, they can all be read individually ((though I’d love for you to read them all!)).

All Installments: Youngblood [C.H.] | Want You Back [L.H.] | Better Man [C.H.] | Monster Among Men [C.H.] | Ghost Of You [L.H.]

Lie To Me [L.H.]—I know that you don’t but if I ask you if you love me, I hope you li-li-li-lie, lie to me.

The sun burned her eyelids, making Y/N squeeze her already shut eyelids and mentally curse herself for not drawing the curtains the night before. Sunlight always streamed into her bedroom in the morning, the position of her bed in relation to the window bathing her in it and often waking her before she wanted to. She buried her face into the pillow, muffling her groan as her right arm stretched out next to her, only to be met with an empty space.

Forcefully blinking her eyes open, Y/N frowned sleepily, confusedly, when she registered the wrinkled sheets next to her, the only imprint of the body that had been sleeping next to her but was no longer there. Her heart thudded and Y/N wanted to snap at herself for feeling the tug of disappointment because this wasn’t the first time she’d woken up with him gone. She should be used to it. Of course, she wasn’t.

However, it wasn’t until she’d pulled the covers off her naked body and pulled on a pair of night shorts and a random shirt that she suddenly smelt the delicious aroma of waffles wafting into her room. Y/N frowned for a second as she left her room, walking down the narrow hallway of her apartment before it opened up into the kitchen, brows smoothing to raise at the sight of her missing bed partner pulling out the syrup from a cabinet.

“Oh, hey,” Y/N sounded, voice hoarse from sleep as she walked further into the kitchen. “I thought you’d left.”

“Not without breakfast,” Luke chuckled, already dressed in the clothes he’d shown up in last night. Y/N bit the inside of her lower lip, admiring the black and white striped sweatpants and simple black tee with his band’s newest album name written above his heart. His blonde curls were a mess, a mixture of bedhead and sex hair, and Y/N’s fingers itched to run through them again just like they had been last night. “What’s the mood for today? Tea or coffee?”

Y/N fought the smile from tugging at her lips, sitting down on one of the chairs at the round table she kept in the kitchen. “Tea, please.”

With her arm propped on the back of the chair, Y/N rested her chin on her palm, eyes following Luke’s every move as he made his way around her kitchen, having been here enough times to be familiar with where everything was kept. She watched as he put the kettle on after filling it with enough water for two cups, before moving to the cabinet where she kept her mugs and then getting the tea bags from another one.

There was always a heaviness in her heart whenever she watched Luke work around her apartment as if he lived here, a rock settling into the pit of her stomach as the sight of him making her breakfast allowed her mind to wander into the familiar yet dangerous territory of her imagination. He looked so comfortable there, Y/N couldn’t help but observe with a fond smile as he pulled out the pot of sugar, as if he belonged right there. Those were thoughts that often crawled out from the back corner of her mind whenever Luke was in her apartment, making Y/N think of an imaginative situation twisted from the bitter reality that what she wanted was, probably, never going to happen.

Still, a girl could dream.

She loved watching Luke make himself comfortable in her apartment, loved that he knew where she kept everything and loved how fucking domestic he looked. The flutter of her heart and shallowing of her breath every time he came into her mind wasn’t just because Y/N loved watching him act like he lived here with her. It was because she loved him and she enjoyed the warmth that bubbled in her stomach at the thought for a brief moment before reality settled like a hard rock, reminder her that she was being stupid.

Because he didn’t love her. And as much as she loved being with him, the heartbreak was always ever-present.

“Hey, you good?” Y/N blinked, not realizing just how long she’d lost herself in her thoughts. Long enough for Luke to sit down next to her with two plates of waffles and two mugs of steaming tea. She looked at him, caught the slight concerned wrinkle in his brows and wished he’d stopped looking at her like he cared. She knew he cared about her—but just not as much as she did about him. Not the same extent.

“Yeah, just tired,” she forced a smile, quick and brief before looking away for him to not catch the fakeness of it—would he catch it?—before reaching for her mug. She took a sip and hummed, Luke already having put in just the right amount of sugar she liked. “‘S good,” she mumbled quietly against the rim.

Luke smiled, goofily proud before taking a bite of his syrupy waffle. “You comin’ to the rehearsal show tomorrow?” he asked once he swallowed.

Y/N almost felt pathetic every time her heart fluttered in her chest when Luke asked her that, asked if she would show up to his band’s special rehearsal, their final one before tour started where they invited all their friends. It wasn’t unusual for him to ask her to come, always giving her a pass so she could come. Above all else, she and Luke were friends and he always wanted his friends to come to their shows, especially when they were in Los Angeles. And she loved to go—loved listening to those songs live in all their glory and loved watching Luke perform on stage. Every time she did, she would come to the same conclusion that Luke was born to be on stage—he was a rock star to his very core, and the sight of him doing what he loved filled Y/N with more pride and love and adoration than she could comprehend.

Still, she wasn’t going to give in right away. “I don’t know,” she teasingly hummed, poking a piece of waffle with her fork as she smirked, “Your band’s kinda lame.”

Luke pouted and Y/N resisted the urge to kiss him because they didn’t. They only ever kissed when they were fucking, otherwise only expressing a kiss on the cheek or forehead when they were with their friends. Never on the lips, never an indicator that they were anything more. Their friends knew what they were doing, knew that Y/N was who Luke saw most of the time when he was in Los Angeles, but to everyone else she was just a friend of the boys. Has been for years. Nothing more, nothing less.

What bullshit.

Y/N hated that unofficial rule but she knew better than to say anything against it. Knew that if she did, Luke would drop her faster than a hot rock. And that wasn’t entirely his fault—she knew what she was getting herself into when she and Luke started sleeping together, knew Luke was too far gone, too damaged from one mess of a relationship after another to pursue a new one. He didn’t want that kind of commitment; not now, not anymore. And Y/N was convinced that she was a misogynist because she’d rather silently love Luke without him knowing and get to be with him than risk losing him altogether if she told him what she really wanted.

Wasn’t love about suffering, anyway? Or was that just something Y/N told herself so she didn’t feel too pathetic about this situation?

*****

Of course Y/N knew Luke was leaving. They’d been prepping for this tour for months, she listened to the boys talk about it when they were together and heard every word Luke said when they were laying in either one of their beds, tired and spent with hearts beating to the lull of the conversation. But watching them rehearse for one last time, singing some of their best songs for her and all their friends before they left in a few days, unsettled her stomach more than the beer she was nursing. He’d leave, they’d talk once every few days, and Y/N would be left rejecting any guy that tries to make a move on her because the one she was in love with was far away. In every sense of the word.

“How d’you like it so far?” Luke’s question yanked Y/N out of her pitying thoughts as she blinked up at the tall man. His eyebrows were raised expectantly, an excited and hopeful gleam lighting up his bright baby blues and Y/N couldn’t help but smile automatically.

“It’s awesome,” she nodded in honest appraisal, glancing around to see everyone and enjoying some drinks. Y/N figured while she lost herself in her thoughts the band was taking a break halfway through. “The songs sound really great live.”

Luke’s smile widened, dimples and teeth and happiness brightening his features and Y/N had to hide her lips by taking a sip from her cup because they were quivering from the wave of sadness that washed over her. The only thing that was running through her mind was that he was leaving. He’d go to live his dream and have the time of his life and she’ll be left in California, hating herself for not having a better handle on her feelings. For falling in love when she wasn’t supposed to.

But it was Luke; stupid, perfect Luke with a heart of gold and shoes to match and how could she not fall in love with him?

And she knew. With every fiber of her being, with every crack in her heart that he didn’t love her the way she loved him and still she stayed. She yearned. She fooled herself. What am I doing?

Suddenly she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her heart hammered and Y/N told herself to calm down but still her skin heated up like an angry fire. She’d gravitated towards the back of the crowd during the break, her ears deaf to the sound of the band performing Amnesia because all she could hear was a ringing. Like her heart was flatlining, and maybe in a way it was—every time Luke left, every day that went by where she couldn’t tell him how she felt, Y/N felt like she was dying inside.

So before he could leave her this time, Y/N put down her cup and took advantage of the dark room and everyone’s attention towards the front to quietly leave the room. She commended herself for not stumbling because of how numb she felt, like her body was shutting down because she was too close to Luke yet he was so fucking far away.

It wasn’t until she was outside of the building, getting into the Uber she didn’t remember requesting and on her way home back to the loneliness of her apartment. There was wetness on her cheek and why was she crying? How had she let her fall so fast for someone who didn’t feel that way about her? Because even though she may not be able to read Luke’s mind, Y/N knew his mind as well as she knew his body.

And she knew he didn’t love her.

*****

Y/N was definitely drunk.

She’d thrown herself a little pity party as soon as the Uber dropped her off. Stumbling into the apartment with tears that had gathered in the elevator ride up burning her eyes, Y/N pulled out the first bottle of vodka she could get her hands on. At first she considered wine, but getting happy wine drunk wasn’t fitting her mood. The harshness of vodka better fitted the misery she’d launched herself into. Crying over a man that wasn’t hers to begin with.

When did I become this pathetic? It was a question she’s been asking herself time and time again.

Y/N was so busy wallowing in her heartbroken misery, pouring herself drinks and listening to one of the sorrowful playlists on Spotify that she hadn’t noticed her phone buzzing consistently on the kitchen counter. Text after text poured in, all from the one person she couldn’t stop thinking about. And she wouldn’t know Luke was wondering where the hell she had gone until there was a pounding on her front door, startling her up from the couch and nearly spilling the bottle she held.

She stumbled slightly, past tipsy but not yet completely drunk, not bothering to put down the half empty bottle as the world spun around her yet she somehow managed to make it to the door without falling over. Although, as soon as she opened it, she wished she had fallen and maybe even hit her head hard enough to knock her the fuck out.

Because Luke stood there, pursed lips and clenched jaw and a clinch between his brows, and she wanted to hide behind the couch at his domineering presence. “I know you said my band was lame but I didn’t think you’d actually leave halfway through rehearsals,” he scoffed, not even waiting for her to say a word as he pushed past her and walked into the apartment as if he owned the place.

He didn’t even bother to spare her a look.

She managed to shut the door as she heard him let out an affronted breath behind her. “Seriously, why did you—are you drinking?” Luke cut off, his tone taking an incredulous turn as he finally noticed the bottle in her hands.

And when Y/N finally turned to look at him, that’s when Luke’s annoyed expression scrunched into a worried one. Because suddenly he wasn’t irritated at her sudden departure from the rehearsals—now he was taking in her red rimmed eyes that were glassed over with what she drank and with tears, a look of devastation across her face and Luke could feel his stomach twist because he’d never seen her like this. He never wanted to see her like this.

“Y/N,” he breathed, eyebrows drawn together in frightened worry as he took a few steps towards her. “Why—what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

His hands were almost to hers, just a few more inches, but Y/N moved back, needing to put the distance between them to breathe. Her movements were jerky, quick and unthinking, and Luke froze, eyes widening slightly because she’s never done that. Never moved away from him, never refused his touch.

Y/N tried to calm her breathing, deaf to the music playing softly in the background and only being able to hear the pounding of her heart. She felt dizzy; head spinning with the relentless waves of emotion washing over her and lightheaded by Luke’s attention fixated on her. Sure, some of the dizziness had to do with the liquor running through her veins, but at this point it only served the purpose of liquid courage.

Which she needed, because as soon as her eyes reluctantly met Luke’s waiting worried ones, Y/N’s already dry throat was forced to deal with a lump forming, choking her with the words threatening to escape. Three words she’d been practicing in the Uber and saying over and over again between gulps of vodka and gasps of sobbing air because she couldn’t believe she was going to do this.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” Luke spoke up again, voice gentle and soft and Y/N’s heart clenched at the term of endearment, at the sound of his voice, at him. How could he look so effortlessly beautiful, with a dark blue shirt half heartedly tucked into his black pants and loose golden curls she yearned to run her fingers through? How could he look like that and not expect her to fall in love with him? He took another step towards her, though this time he didn’t reach out because he knew he’d get the same reaction as before. “You gotta tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help you if you don’t.”

It was now or never. Y/N knew if she didn’t get these words out now, she never would have the courage to say them again—and she wasn’t risking alcohol poisoning again to have a second chance at this.

So she put the bottle down, her movements swaying and Luke’s hands jerked out automatically to steady her but Y/N grasped the top of the couch, not needing his help. She squeezed her eyes shut, head bowing as she tried to straighten out the words she wanted to say. Her heart was thundering, throat dry and hands shaking.

Her eyes met Luke’s, once again burning at the sight of his open and earnest ones, and Y/N finally uttered the three words she’d been practicing to say.

“This is over.”

She so desperately wanted to sound strong when she delivered that blow, wanted to appear steady when that was the last thing she felt. But Y/N’s voice cracked at the last word, the one that ultimately decided their fate, and she clenched her jaw to anchor herself. To keep the tears at bay.

Because the look on Luke’s face, shocked and bewildered and unblinking, really did make Y/N want to finish off the rest of the bottle.

“What?” The word, filled with so much confusion, was uttered through a disbelieving laugh as Luke shook his head once, and Y/N knew that he was wondering if he’d heard her right. Her heart was in her throat because he had. “I—You’re just—What’re you saying, Y/N?”

Her tummy felt warm and fuzzy, but not the good kind. It was the kind where everything was hot and turning itself over out of nausea, and while Y/N didn’t feel like she had to throw up, she most definitely felt like something was trying to crawl its way out because she was really doing this. She was ending what she and Luke had. Because, at the end of the day, it really was better for her to not have him at all than to have just a piece of him every once and a while.

She was too selfish to think that was enough.

“I’m not doing this anymore,” Y/N clarified, her voice breathless as if she’d just ran a mile when really her emotions and alcohol were overwhelming her. Luke was overwhelming her. She noticed the way his lips parted, curled downwards in utter confusion as she shook her head quickly before stopping abruptly. Everything was swaying. “I can’t—This was a bad idea. We never should’ve started this bullshit. I can’t do it.”

“Bullshit?” Luke repeated, eyebrows shooting up. Where the hell was this coming from? What the hell was she doing? This time, Luke threw all caution out the window as he closed the distance between them, his hands coming up to cup her cheeks. “Y/N, what do you—”

But the second his warm hands and cold rings touched her drunkenly flushed cheeks, Y/N tore herself away as if his touch was a scathing fire. “No, stop!” she cried, hands coming up to slap away his wrists and Luke instantly drew back, staring at her in concerned shock and his chest sank helplessly because he didn’t know what to do. “You can’t do this anymore—we’re fucking done with this, Luke!”

He watched as she pressed the heels of her palms to her eyes while letting out a deep breath and Luke clenched his jaw. He ignored the hammering of his heart inspired by Y/N’s outburst, ignored the way his stomach clenched uneasily as his brain registered her words and the meaning behind them. Confusion and sadness and anger overwhelmed him and suddenly all Luke could seem to focus on was the last dangerous emotion prickling his skin.

“Why?” he demanded, his tone taking an unkind tone that rarely ever showed. That never showed towards Y/N, but he didn’t seem to care that he was using it on her now. He wanted answers.

Y/N dropped her hands from her eyes, red and teary as she took in the hard lines of his face, the look of anger and edginess she didn’t think she’s ever seen twisting his features. The fact that she’s the one who brought it on made her want to cry all over again. And when his one word question echoed in her mind, all the air rushed out of her lungs and Y/N choked back a gasp because she couldn’t tell him.

Should she tell him?

“Because—” Y/N cut herself off, suddenly wishing she had drank more than she had because she didn’t even fucking feel tipsy anymore. She just felt sober, the tense situation diluting the damn alcohol in her veins and making her hyper aware of the nerve wracking happenings of her apartment. “I just—” she shook her head with a groan, eyebrows furrowing into an exasperated glare as she said, “I don’t owe you an explanation!”

“Bullshit, you don’t,” Luke instantly retorted, face scrunching into a scowl and Y/N wished he’d stop staring at her like that. She honestly hadn’t expected him to be so upset about this, but she still wasn’t going to go back on it. She couldn’t. “You and I got involved because neither of us wanted a relationship and we’ve been doing this for too damn long for you to just walk out without giving me a proper fucking reason.”

Y/N let out a breath, her eyes widening and heart hammering as she stammered out, “Maybe I do want a relationship! Things change, Luke.”

Luke stared at her incredulously. “Since when?”

She wanted to scream. “Since I fucking fell in love with you!”

The only sound that followed Y/N’s devastating blow was the sharp intake of her breath, crushing realization that it was out there. It was out in the open, and she couldn’t take it back. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to.

Luke gaped at her, bewildered and stunned and silent. Y/N wished he would say something but she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to hear it over the thundering of her heart. Dread and fear mixed into an ugly concoction in the pit of her stomach, throat drying as if she hadn’t drank something in days. At least the tears hadn’t escaped yet.

“You—” Luke cut himself off with an inhalation of his own, gaze flickering around her face as he tried to make sense of the situation. He was quiet for a moment, shoulders squaring when he finally said in a voice holding only the tiniest semblance of disappointment. “You weren’t supposed to do that.”

Y/N’s mouth dropped open slightly, chest falling as she let out a tense breath, staring at Luke in exhausted disbelief. You weren’t supposed to do that. Those few words were enough to tighten her throat and entice a fresh wave of burning tears. Luke’s eyebrows were drawn together in dismay, lips tilted downwards like her confession truly troubled him. Like he didn’t know what do with this information.

Y/N knew what she wanted him to do, but she also knew there wasn’t a chance of that happening.

So she let out a bitter scoff, throwing Luke a hurt look as she snapped, “Sorry for the inconvenience.”

Luke’s jaw clenched, the muscle jumping under the facial hair he’d been growing as he began shaking his head, as if he was denying this. As if he was shaking out the words she’d thoughtlessly yelled. “I don’t want more, Y/N. You know I don’t.”

His words stung and Y/N tried not to physically recoil because he didn’t even try to sugar coat it. She wished he would be a little more empathetic about this, more understanding, but Y/N stopped wishing for Luke to do things he didn’t want to do. She would just be setting herself up for more disappointment.

“I know you don’t,” Y/N muttered, her lower lip quivering. She needed another drink. Her voice was hoarse from emotion, unsteady as she spoke. “But I do. And this isn’t going to work, so you need to leave.”

Luke felt as though his teeth would shatter from how hard he was clenching his jaw. Y/N wouldn’t even meet his gaze in this moment. He didn’t expect her to. Still, he managed to ask, “Do you mean this isn’t going to work or our friendship isn’t going to work?”

Y/N looked at the ground, arms crossing over her chest in an attempt to hug herself. An attempt to hide herself. “Both.” Her heart cracked as she croaked out the word. “I can’t—” She paused, inhaling sharply as she forced herself to look at Luke. He stared at her expectantly, almost sadly. “I can’t be friends with you with how I feel. I can’t be around you. I’ve been keeping this in for too long and now that you know I just—I need to move on.”

She was stumbling over her words between soft gasps, trying to get a handle on her torrent of emotions overwhelming her. But Y/N was finally walking away after pushing aside her feelings. And walking away from someone you love wasn’t easy by any means.

Luke frowned, eyes widening ever so slightly in question as he asked, “How long? How long have you been feeling this way?”

Y/N sniffled, shaking her head shortly. “Too long,” she repeated, her chest tight. A small, dejected smile graced her lips as her head tilted to the side sadly. “I know that you don’t love me, Luke, and that’s—that’s okay.” She didn’t miss the way he inhaled sharply, his lips she loved to kiss parting slightly. “But I’ve been hopelessly, stupidly waiting around for longer than I should’ve and i-it’s time to put an end to it.”

“An end to us,” Luke breathed, and for the first time, Y/N heard the sorrow in his own voice. She blinked back the overwhelming tears when she saw the sadness in his pretty baby blues. Almost dumbfoundedly, he added, “You’re really puttin’ an end to everything.”

Y/N shrugged, the action half hearted yet broken, expression crestfallen. “It’s the only way I can ever hope to be happy.”

Luke looked away with a shake of his head. “I didn’t know you weren’t.” He met her gaze again. “How am I supposed to just. . . Not have you in my life anymore?”

At that, Y/N couldn’t stop the sharp, humorless laugh that escaped her, an almost disbelieving look coming across her features as Luke looked at her confusedly, unsure of what warranted that reaction. “Are you kidding?” Y/N laughed out, eyebrows shooting up. “You go on tour and we barely ever talk. Come on, Luke, you and I both know you only have me in your life to have sex. I’m sure you’ll find girls wrapped around a block to fill that space.”

Her words were harsh, spoken out of drunken misery that Luke winced slightly, face scrunching up in his own expression of disbelief because did she really just say that? Anger and hurt bubbled inside and it could be seen in the way his eyes narrowed, but Y/N didn’t seem to care. “Is that really what you think?” Luke demanded. “That sex is all you’re good for?”

“It’s true, isn’t it?” Y/N retorted with a raise of her brows. Her sorrow was mixing in with exasperation and anger of her own, flustered that this was happening and wanting it to be done. Each moment that passed by she swore she could hear a piece of her heart chipping off. “We have sex, we make pointless conversations, you go on tour and forget about me until you’re back for more. It just took me too long to realize that I deserve more than that.”

Luke ran a frustrated hand through his hair before gesturing at her exuberantly. “You never said you wanted more than that!” he exclaimed, his voice bouncing off the walls of her apartment as he stared at her in disbelief. “If you had then—”

“Then what?” Y/N bit back a hiccup, scoffing out a breathy, grim smile. “Then this would’ve ended a lot sooner than today, Luke, and you know it. I was just putting it off because I was too much of a fucking coward to tell you how I feel because I know you don’t feel the same way. I was putting off the heartbreak. But it’s here and it’s time for you to fucking go.”

The blood in Luke’s veins froze, icy and prickling and he wondered just how long had he been blind to Y/N’s feelings? He had never wanted to become someone who didn’t see what his friends were feeling, what they were going through, but he had failed in this instance. He was angry and sad and heartbroken and guilty. He regretted that he hadn’t seen this coming, was heartbroken and upset that Y/N had been feeling this way for so long and hadn’t said a word until it became too much. And, lastly, Luke was pissed that she ruined something that was going so well.

His hands fisted at his sides, chin lifting at the sharp breath he took in as he gazed at Y/N. Her tear ridden eyes and defeated shoulders should’ve made him feel more sympathetic, should’ve made him want to reach out and hug and comfort her because this whole thing was shit and he hated that both of them felt this way.

But he was angry. And because Luke, much like Y/N, could sometimes lose his handle on his emotions, he shook his head with a disappointed scoff and began walking past her towards the door, feeling her gaze on him as he muttered, “Hope you’re happy ruining this.”

Y/N’s jaw slackened, turing to watch him go with eyes widened in shock and complete sadness. She hadn’t expected this kind of anger—the silent kind where he couldn’t even look at her. It made her want to throw up. With the smallest ounce of confidence she had left, Y/N shakily said to his back, “I’m watching the man I love walk out of my life. What makes you think any of this makes me happy?”

Luke froze just as his hand gripped the doorknob, broad shoulders rigid as the lump in Y/N’s throat intensified. There was a beat of sorrowed silence, and Luke didn’t even bother turning around when he said in a hollow tone, “You’re the one telling me to walk away.”

The door opened, and he was gone.

Y/N fell against the couch, her knees finally giving out from under her as the door slammed shut and she sat on the arm rest, gripping the top of the couch as she stared after where Luke had been. He was gone without sparing her a last glance, without looking as effected as she felt, without even considering the possibility of him maybe returning her feelings. Because he didn’t. He never had.

Her living room smelt like him. And Y/N cried.

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