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You two were sitting on the sofa in Calum's living room, as you did every Friday when he went to record or practice his songs.

Sometimes you ended up doing completely different things. There was a certain level of trust between both of you, enough to wander through conversations and how you used your time. Sometimes you would start cooking dinner together when you stayed overnight at his house, or you would start watching TV because you ended up talking about a really good series that, according to him, you should also watch.

Sometimes you did everything but argue about music, but that was fine because at the end of the day you both felt satisfied, even if it was a waste of time.

But this time was different...

That day you arrived at his house and found him in his living room, lying on his sofa. The lights were off, only the natural daylight was coming in. For a moment you even thought Calum wasn't home until you approached and recognized his figure among the rumpled sheets above him, taking a nap shirtless and hugging a pillow.

You couldn't deny it, being in his house and seeing him like that made you feel some intimacy between the two of you, maybe because there was some.

You sat down next to him and waited a while; sleepiness was starting to affect you too, it was contagious perhaps, and you would have ended up lying down next to him if he hadn't woken up first.

"What are you doing here, babe?" His voice still sounded husky as he sat up, running a hand over his face, but you could tell he was familiar with the situation.

"I-" The words wouldn't come out. Calum was making you nervous. Of course there was tension between the two of you, even if you wouldn't admit it. This was like throwing gunpowder on a fire that was already burning. "I came because... well, today is Friday." You had already lost sight of the original purpose of the visits; you only did it to see Calum, and he always invited you to see him, simple.

"Seriously...? Damn, I didn't realize what time it was, forgive me, beautiful." He stretched, still sitting, and ran a hand over the back of his neck. He wasn't as affected as you, but he knew exactly what he was doing. "Don't you want to come over for a while? I think it would be a good way to spend the day." He joked, but you seriously considered it.

His relaxed expression was replaced by one of understanding, he didn't mind you "invading" his personal space. Calum never said it, but he wanted you close most of the time.

You were stiff on the edge of the sofa next to his outstretched legs. He took you in both hands and pulled you closer to him, saying nothing; it wasn't necessary for now. He hugged you from behind; he was still warm from being wrapped up for so long. His skin gave you a feeling of tranquility you couldn't explain.

"Sorry... I... I don't think this is a good idea, Calum. First of all, I shouldn't have barged in like I owned the place." Only then did you start using your brain instead of your heart. "And... and don't you think it's weird that, being best friends, you call me 'love', 'darling', "babe'..." Your heartbeat was accelerating, yet Calum didn't move a muscle to let you go.

"If you don't like it, I'll stop." His tone was a little lower, his arms still gently embracing your neck. "But you know it's not just me."

Calum's face drew closer, pressing between your neck and shoulder. His movements weren't meant to be intrusive; they were gentle and comforting, a way of calming you down.

"Tell me the truth, don't you want it too?" Calum's voice was a whisper; part of him didn't want to say it, but on the other hand, he was tired of pretending they were just good friends so he could be with you. Now he had you in his arms and didn't want to let you go.

You tried to think about what was best at that moment, but Calum's hands caressing your arms wouldn't let you do it properly.

Cal positioned you between his legs, and you ended up lying against his chest. "Calum?" One of his arms was still around your neck, muffling your words against his skin.

His other hand slid down to lift your shirt to your collarbone. A blush crept across your face, but you didn't stop him. Soon you felt the liberating sensation of your bra unhooking. Calum removed it and set it aside.

"It's okay if I...?" His hand touched your soft skin, he didn't hold back but you could feel the slight tremor of his fingers as he grabbed one of your boobs.

"Yeah" His warm touch on your skin was intoxicating, but he didn't stop there.

"Then I'm going to slide my hand... and open you up a little." Just as he said, his hand went down to your pants, unbuttoned them, and put his hand all the way down. You felt his fingers warm your pussy; he was right on a sensitive spot, and he didn't hold back from putting three fingers inside you. The movement slowed down as he went deeper.

Your rapid breathing turned into gasps; you definitely hated—in a good way—the way his fingers withdrew from you, making you tremble. Every shred of composure or self-control was killed by the hickeys he left on your neck; his lips sucked as if trying to trap the warmth of your skin, leaving a trail of saliva when he finished.

Calum was entertained watching you twitch on top of him, but his mind was elsewhere, he wanted a piece of the pie too. "Is it too much to ask you to ride me? I know you're a little... 'weak' right now." His tone softened. "But I want to put it inside you and see you give it your all. Can you, babydoll?"

Your breathing was shallow as he withdrew his fingers again; you had heard what he had said, you just needed to catch your breath. Calum loosened his arm around your neck, didn't want to overwhelm you, so he let you relax for a second. Also he carefully readjusted your shirt and finished removing your pants so they wouldn't get in the way.

After a while, as their breathing tried to stabilize, you turned around to look at him. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the heat, a thin layer of sweat covered his entire body, and his eyes were fixed on you. There was no way you wouldn't want to continue, not when he looked so good.

"Kiss me"

"Wha-" Calum was still catching his breath; he hadn't expected your request so soon.

"Kiss me, now."

When you approached him to do what you asked, he didn't refuse, rather, he drew you closer. His left hand, placed on your cheek, slightly ruffled the hair that fell across your face, while his other hand caressed your thigh.

Your breath mingled with his as he moistened your face with each kiss, it was hot, but that wasn't enough, you needed more, especially when it came to Calum.

You heard his moan the moment he lifted you by the hips to mount his cock; he wasn't very careful, his thoughts were somewhat clouded at that moment. When you felt him enter you, a wave of heat washed over you. Cal's hands only gripped you, pulling you down further. You let yourself fall onto his sweaty chest, you needed it 'case u couldn't stay upright as he quickened his pace, lifting you up and then thrusting back in. It was hard for him to go fast because you were somewhat tight, but even so, it wasn't gentle at all.

"What happened, princess? Did you get tired so quickly?" Calum said, pressing his lips to your ear, you could feel his warm breath against your skin. His tone was a mixture of that usual familiarity and a romantic tenderness.

"I'm fine." Lie. You were melting on top of him, he hadn't even tried to stop when he was talking to you, which only made it harder to think of a response.

"No, you're not." He didn't just laugh a little, he planted a kiss on your cheek, almost an apology for what he was about to do.

Cal pressed your hips down, you could hear his breathing become ragged and turn into gasps, he wasn't holding back, he thrust his cock all the way in to fill you up, when he pulled it out again his movements became slower, not by choice but because he felt you trembling and scratching his skin, his cum had left you sticky, the sensation had you numb. You were looking for something to hold on to, but you couldn't quite grab onto his back, so they only ended up being harmless scratches for Calum.

The room filled with the sound of your screams and Calum's moans muffled by your hair. Who the fuck needed to talk about music when you could do something so much better?

luke has been thinking about having this conversation for months. he’s not ashamed of you. he never has been. he just wants to stop all the hiding, all the lies in interviews and often there’s times where he wants to introduce the world to you.

it started when you both sat in your shared living room, you’ve always had a passion for songwriting and exposing your vocals but never taken up on putting them on a track. his guitar sat in his lap, fingers plucking strings in attempt to find a melody.

when he did, the lyrics came easily. all the words that sat at the tip of your tongue spilled out onto paper, written in foundation pen. you knew this song would sit deep in your soul for the rest of your life, you knew it would bring you something special because it brings you somewhere special. that place is with luke, sitting here with him blending vocals with an acoustic in the background.

this is where you want to be for the rest of your life.

the song made it’s way to the studio, where it became fully produced. luke wanted you on it, infact, he needed you on it. he believes your vocals are better than his, but you don’t believe it, but you trusted his word anyway.

it came to life with the band on it, the emotion cut straight to the heart. you can vividly remember the feeling of hearing it finished for the first time. you were silent the whole way through, taking the song in and experiencing it to it’s full potential.

even now, almost a year since it had been recorded, it still feels the same. it carries the same feeling in your gut.

luke pulls you out of your reminiscence, feeling the familiar dip in the couch beside you. he has his phone in hand, you can see that it’s open on messages.

his voice cuts through the comforting silence. “do you want to be credited on the song when it releases?” his australian accent deep while asking you something that could destruct your privacy in this relationship forever.

“people don’t know about us.” you replied. “they’re going to look at the credits and wonder who i am, then what?” you asked, your voice soft with slight concern.

“you wrote most of the song. i don’t wanna take that from you.” he reminds you, shutting off his phone and placing it face down against the leather material. “you know i wouldn’t do it if you didn’t want me to.” he says, his fingers sliding toward your inner thigh, squeezing the flesh. that sentence could mean one thing or another.

you have to ask him straight up, no more cutting corners.

“do you want to go public?” you ask him, turning your head and catching his blue eyes before he could look away. his hand stilled against your skin, lips folding into a line before responding.

“i said i wouldn’t do it if you didn’t want me to. take that as you will.” his voice had dropped quieter, like if he spoke too loud someone would overhear this conversation, though you were the only one in this house with him.

you stared at him for a moment, his response circulating your brain. you know that by this point he’s hinting at making your relationship something for the public eye to see. you can’t help but feel a want for this. it means you don’t have to worry about being seen with him anymore. you know that nothing could break you and luke up, no amount of hate will cause him to leave you.

“i can’t find a reason to say no.” you tell him and he nods, his hand losing the tension and he kneads your flesh once again.

“is that you agreeing?” he wonders.

“yeah, i guess i am.”

“are you sure?”

“i’m sure.” you nod, your lips stretching into a smile you couldn’t contain.

“okay.” he mirrored your smile, patting your leg before grabbing his phone again. “i’ll let someone know and we’ll post something, yeah?” he looked at you for assurance.

“yeah, of course.”

from that moment on, fans have been nothing but kind to you. occasionally you’d get recognised on the street, it’s something you had to get used to but it didn’t happen often since you were just a regular woman before any of this.

when the album released, your name was infact credited for the lyrics and vocals on ‘i’m scared i’ll never sleep again’, the song you poured your love into and now the whole world can hear how luke makes you feel. some fans have picked up on your voice in the background of the bridge and have complimented your pipes since.

it’s helped with growing your confidence too. you didn’t expect such a positive reaction to being luke’s girlfriend, but you knew from the start that this song would give you something good in return for writing it.

as the everyone’s a star tour came along, luke had invited you to the most special show of his career, madison square garden, and as the setlist progressed, the familiar sound filled the arena. he knew where you were sat, in one of the boxes hidden from sight but he could see you.

he could spot you in any room.

he sung the lyrics to you with the widest smile. everyone noticed where he was looking by the end when he blew a kiss your way. his affection stayed permanent, even while he was on stage.

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