#calsqueezy

Requested? Yes. It was requested by my friend on Wattpad.

Pairing: Freezy x Reader

I want to say sorry in advance if this is shit bc I'm listening to One Direction whilst writing this. 1D has no chill it won't let me concentrate bc I sing along to the songs.

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Cal has been partying every week now. At first it didn't bother you, because you didn't want to be a killjoy. But it's starting to get out of hand.

He also comes home at 3 am very drunk. Sometimes Simon would call you (a/n: bc MiniFreezy) and tell you that he's sitting on a bench outside the club with a passed out Cal next to him. Usually your conversations with Simon would go like this:

-Simon is calling-

(Y = you, S = Simon)

Y: hello?

S: Y/N! It's me Simon.

Y: What's up?

S: Sorry I woke you.

Y: Well, I'm awake. Is something wrong?

S: It's Cal. He passed out. He's so drunk.

Y: Oh. Can you please take him home?

S: I'd love to. But I've had a rough week, and I wanna get drunk.

Y: If you're planning to get drunk, who will take you home?

S: Vikk.

Y: Oh. Okay then. What do you want me to do?

S: Get him and take him home? Please?

Y: Fine.

-end call-

Now, you guessed that Simon changed, because he brought Cal home. It happened like this:

You were on your couch waiting for Cal to come home. It was now 3:45 a.m. and you were tired. You literally had to "wake up" for your work in 3 hours. There was a knock on your door. You opened the door and Simon comes in with a struggling and drunk Cal. Simon gave you an apologetic smile.

"I could stay here and help you with Cal if you want, Y/N. That'd be no problem." Simon offered, but you turned it down. You told Simon that you needed to talk to Cal. Simon just smiled, hugged you, and left after saying "good luck" to you, because fuck it. You're gonna need it.

You helped Cal get to bed. You honestly didn't have the energy to talk to him now. You needed to rest. It wasn't healthy for you to stay up until this time. After all, you didn't want a fucked up sleeping schedule. You and Cal fell asleep soundly.

The next day, you woke up really tired. With only 3 hours of sleep, you ate breakfast, took a shower, got dressed, and left for work. Cal can manage on his own. He's 22 for fucks sake.

When you got home, you saw Cal all dressed and shit. He was sitting on the couch typing away on his phone. (a/n: lmao I was so close to typing phone with an 'f'.)

Cal looked up when he heard you kick off your shoes and close the door.

"Hey babe!" Cal smiled.

"Yeah. Hey. Where are you going?" you asked as you went to your shared room to get changed.

"I'm going out with Chip tonight! He just got back from a vacation!" Cal shouted so that you could hear him.

You went out of your shared room wearing the comfiest clothes ever to keep your cool.

"Oh. Going out again?" you asked.

"Yeah. It's gonna be sick!" Cal said excitedly.

"Hate to break it to you, but you're not going out this time." you shrugged.

Cal's facial expression went from 100 to 0 real quick. "Why the fuck not?" Cal asked with a baffled expression.

"Because you've been going out for 2 weeks straight! That's not healthy!" you raised your voice.

"At least I have fun and I actually live my life!" Cal argued.

"At least I won't have problems with my health in the future because I'm not alcoholic like you!" you argued back.

"Whoa. I'm not alcoholic!" Cal shouted and stood up from the couch.

"I can't live like this anymore, Cal! I can't stay up late to wait for you to come home at 3 fucking a.m. If you don't remember, I have a job! And I need sleep you thick twat!" you shouted.

"You can't live like this anymore?! Then leave! The door is right there! Be my fucking guest! Oh, and last time I checked, you have 3 shit jobs and I never asked you to stay up and wait for me anyway!" Cal yelled as he walked towards you.

You gasped. Having 3 jobs are difficult. You're an interior designer, event planner, and you work at the daycare center. It wasn't shit, because you actually have fun sometimes. But it gets tiring and what he said hurt.

"Excuse me, whiny princess. At least I don't talk to a camera for a living! I get it. It pays well. But what if it doesn't work out? Do you have anything to fall back on? I don't fucking think so!" you yelled and pushed him, unleashing your anger.

"Don't bring my job into this." Cal said in a low voice. "Everyone would KILL to have my job! It's the best! I get to work whenever I want! I get to chill whenever I want! Do you get to rest at your shit jobs? I don't fucking think so!" Cal added as he mocked you and walked towards you again.

"Fuck yeah I do! I have some days off. And when I do have some days off, which is rare by the way, I want to spend it with you. But you can't because you're busy partying all the fucking time!" you turned red with anger. It was okay, because Harry is in Guernsey and Callux is at Sarah's.

"You're so clingy!" Cal said as he raised his hand to run his hand through his hair.

You flinched and looked away. You were in an abusive relationship before Cal. It kind of messed you up.

Cal saw this and his face softened. You thought he was going to hit you. You didn't expect it to happen, but it did. Cal gave you a massive hug. You didn't recall the last time you hugged Cal. He pulled away and cupped your face, "I'm sorry." He said and he meant it.

Still scared, you removed his hands from your face gently and said, "You know what? Just go. Chip's probably expecting you there." You were too tired to fight. You turned around and went to your shared room. Cal followed you and saw you lying on the bed. He kicked off his shoes and laid next to you.

"What're you doing?" you asked.

"Spending time with you." Cal answered.

“Why?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

"I'm not going anymore. I'm sorry for not helping you around the flat. You do the laundry, you cook, you clean, and you have 3 jobs that you go to 5 days a week. The least I could do is help you around here, because I don't do anything. I'm also sorry for making you think that I'd hit you. I wouldn't do that to you. Your ex boyfriend is shit, and I don't want to be a shit boyfriend." Cal apologized.

"It's fine." you said.

"No. It's not." Cal shook his head.

"Let's drop this already. I'm tired." you closed your eyes.

"I'll change for you." Cal said. You opened your eyes and looked at him, but he was already looking at you.

"Change? Change what?" you challenged.

"I'll cook, do the laundry, and clean the house. I'll try not be a pain in the arse when you come home from work. And I'll be here whenever you need me." Cal said softly.

"Really?"

"Really."

After a moment of silence and getting lost at each other's eyes, you broke the silence.

"Alright. I forgive you. But you have a punishment." you said.

"Okay. What is it?" Cal asked nervously.

"You're banned from drinking alcohol and going to clubs for 2 months." you stated.

"What?! I just went out for 2 weeks straight!" Cal chuckled.

"Yeah. A week is equal to a month." you said.

"Fine. Anything for you." Cal sighed.

"Good. Now let me sleep I have to wake up at 6 a.m." you yawned and closed your eyes.

"Okay. Good night, Y/N." Cal said as he looked at you lovingly.

"Good night, Cal." with that being said, you dozed off.

"I love you." Cal whispered and kissed your head as he wrapped his arms around you and fell asleep.

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Sorry if the last part was about sleep. It's 1 a.m. here and I wanna sleep. I take requests so just ask with a ‘please’ and a smiley face. That’d be great.