#drunk!calum

I feel like for this one you and cal would have decided to go out for once since neither of you has actually gone out to a club/pub for a long time and like let loose and enjoy yourselves you thought tonight is a better time than never. So it would be like almost 3am and you were both pissed! like completely drunk and you’d both stumble out of the building cal seeming to be able to handle the alcohol a tad better than you, cal would be a giggling mess when he’d see you stumble over your feet slightly he’d just burst out laughing holding his stomach as he doubled over his cheeks flushed from the mixture of the alcohol and heat and his hair a disheveled mess from running his fingers through it so much. When he stands back up he tries to contain his laugher letting it slip every now-and-then when he sees you try to walk alone in front of him he’d fall into step with you wrapping his arm around your waist to try and keep you from stumbling so much which caused you to stop in your tracks turning to face the giggly boy pointing a stern finger in his face you’d slur out “No, I don’t need you.” she wiggled her finger towards the arm around her waist tugging away from his body which only caused him to chuckle more before raising his hands in defence. You take a few more steps before tumbling over landing on your bum which left Calum out of breath from laughing so hard the crinkles by his eyes on full display as tears fell from his eye seeing you distraught sitting on the ground you’d huff crossing your arms over your chest before a small smile managed to come across your lips. Cal would eventually stop laughing looking down at you he’d see you raising your arms towards him indicating you needed help getting up he’d smile while pulling you up shaking his head slightly “I thought you didn’t need any help?” you’d glare at him before flipping him off but he’d still have his arm wrapped around you to keep you steady as you continued to walk home.

“Yessss??? Why are you calling me???” You heard a drunken Michael on the other line. Drunk Calum on top of some girl flashed in your thoughts. “Where’s Calum?!?!” You asked worriedly.

“Here.” He teased.

“What the fuck does that suppose to mean MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD?”

“In the houseee.. Duuuh.” He said animatedly.

You sighed heavily. You were still at work and you can’t do anything about it. “When I get home I swear to god if I see a naked girl on Calum’s bed I will fucking make a commotion.” You paused. “It’s even worse to see my fuckingboyfriendnakedwiththatgirlonhisbedsofuckingwarnthatgoddamnboylikeseriouslynobodytouchesmyfuckingboyfriend'sbodybesidesmehiscurrentgirlfriend!” You said, catching your breath.

“Woah! Calm the fuck down, maybe? He’s somewhere in this house I just don’t know where..M'kay bye.” Michael hanged up.

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As soon as you opened the door, you saw the three lads sleeping in the living room. Which looked like a thief broke inside the house and killed them. Because they were lying on the floor, motionless.

You hurriedly went to Calum’s room but he was not there. “Calum?!” You called his name but he did not answer.

“For fuck’s sake.” Your stomach growled. “I’m just gonna eat something and when I find you Calum be fucking ready.”

When you entered the kitchen you saw him, his head resting on the kitchen table. And a few inches away from him was an empty plate with a fork on it. He was still holding his phone on his left hand - its battery emptied from your calls and texts. And you began to smile.

“What a dork.” You whispered.

He ate the last piece of your favorite cake while he was drunk and he apologized for “fucking up.”

so i’m terribly bored, and trying so hard to distract myself from my homework because i do NOT want to do it

so i decided to write a calum blurb thing ((idk how this works ngl))