Stella 卌

you immediately lean against the wall, as calum is pulling out a box of cigarettes from his pocket. “what a long day..” you sigh, throwing your head back.

“i don’t understand why it’s not coming together easier.” calum mumbles, cigarette between his lips. he lights his cigarette, then pulls one out of the box for you.

“thanks.” you say, going to move your arms from where they’re hugging your body. you take the cigarette from calum, putting it between your lips, leaning over into calum’s space as he lights it for you. “of course, darling.”

“i think we’re all just frustrated by now. it’ll be better tomorrow.” you say, looking around at the sky. the sun is long gone, stars bright overhead.

“yeah, yeah. i just want it to be over with already.” calum says, letting out a long breath. he looks over at you, examining you. “here. take this.” he says, shrugging off his jacket.

“calum, i’m okay.” you say, untucking your arms from your body. “we’re not staying out here very long.” calum sighs, and turns to face you. he places a hand on your shoulder, pulling you away from the wall. inches away from him.

“let me help. quit being so stubborn.” he says, placing the jacket over your shoulders. looking down, you slip your arms into his jacket, and bring your arms around yourself. “thank you.”

“of course.” calum looks down for a moment, before looking up at you again. “would you want to stop for coffee before the shoot tomorrow?”

“yeah, i think we’ll need it after today.” you knock your shoulder into him gently. he laughs and turns his body back against the wall.

“you’re getting too strong. you just pushed me back into the wall!” he exclaims. you shake your head at him. “you’re a huge dork, calum. if i didn’t know the rest of the band, you would be the biggest dork i knew.”

“well luckily you know all of us then, because at least i’m not the biggest.” he smirks, tossing his bud on the ground and stomping it with his shoe.

you put yours out as well, tossing it down beside you. “well i guess i’ll see you tomorrow. i’ll come pick you up around 10?” you nod, and he pulls you in for a side hug, before walking to his car.

“get home safe, darling!” he shouts, waving his hand in the air.

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you make it into your apartment before you realize…

you’re still wearing calum’s jacket.

you stop at the mirror, looking at the way it engulfs your frame. the black contrasting with your outfit from set today. you shrug it off your frame, turning around, placing it over a chair.

you hear a thud, seeing something fall onto the floor. you bend down, picking it up and examining it.

“songs that remind me of you.” is on the front, and there’s a cd inside.

“oh! looks like calum has a crush.” you giggle, flipping it over to read the songs on the back.

“oh my god!” you say, immediately placing it on the counter, taking a step back. these are all songs that you and calum and shared back and forth.

you and calum had met a few years ago, you had started working with them for media. posting their content, and being sort of a manager for them. since then you bonded together over music, always sending each other songs, or sharing ear buds when you are together.

you immediately reach for your phone, unlocking it, and pulling up your messages with calum.

you stare at the screen, seeing he’s already texted you.

calum: do me a favor

calum: please don’t look in the pockets

calum: it’s nothing bad i promise

calum: i’ll explain tomorrow

your eyes widen, reading over his texts again. this is something you hadn’t expected to come of tonight.

(y/n): so what if i told you that it fell out of my pocket and i saw it.

you stare at the typing bubbles on the screen, waiting for his response. they go away for a few minutes. then suddenly,

calum: i’m coming over.

you read the text, setting your phone down and leaning over your counter, looking down at the cd.

you hear your door swing open, realizing you forgot to lock it. you raise up, turning toward the door as you see calum surge towards you.

“someone was in a hurry.” you say, putting your hand out before he runs into you. “brakes, calum!” he stops a foot away from you.

“i’m not going to tackle you, darling, don’t worry.” he says, holding his hands in front of his chest, pleading his case. “so, i should explain..”

“i made the cd for you… i’ve been carrying it around, hoping to find the right time to tell you. some of the, uh, the songs, on there, you’ve sent to me. i don’t think i’m reading this wrong..” he says, taking a step closer to you.

“i want you to know, all the songs i send you, i’ll sit and listen to on repeat on days that i don’t see you. i replay memories of us while listening to those songs you send me. thinking of ways they could mean you’re thinking about me.”

“calum, i-“ you start, reaching your hands out, one finding his arm, the other his chest. he cuts you off, his hands coming up to cup your face.

“i was in awe from the moment i laid eyes on you. i love filming your silly tik toks. and i loved how you looked in my jacket tonight. i think i’ve been in love with you for a long time now.”

his eyes are looking over your face, at your eyes, then down at your lips. he sucks on his lower lip. you mimic the action.

his lips are on yours. the kiss is messy, you falling backward into the counter, calum’s hands are on yours waist now, him falling in line with you.

he bites down on your lower lip, causing you to gasp. he slides his tongue in, pushing himself closer to you.

“you have no clue how long i’ve wanted to do this..” he whispers, lips barely touching yours. “i think it’s really cute you made a cd for me..” you say, brushing your nose gently against his.

“i made one for myself too, i listen to it when i’m home, and you’re not there.” you smile, resting your head against his chest.

“i love you too, calum. i think i have for awhile now.” he wraps his arms around you, one holding you around the waist, the other coming up to hold your head.

“let me take you on a date tomorrow darling, we’ll go get breakfast before we shoot.” he says into your hair, rubbing your head gently with his hand.