can you please do one about being best friends with one of the boys? and like you live across from each other and can see each other in the windows of your room and stuff?💗your really good at imagines👼🏽
thank you anon! that means a lot. here`s your requested story, I`ve picked Calum :) I hope you like it! also sorry for the long wait but writer`s block was gettign to me
I know Isaid I was on a hiatus and I still am BUT my mum uses to say that you shouldn`tstart a new year with leftover unfinished tasks so here I am, finally finishingthe two requests that have been sitting in my inbox since forever. hope youenjoy! feedback is highly appreciated xx
There had almostnever been a moment in your life where Calum Hood had not been your bestfriend. The two of you had started out in diapers, your moms attending the samemother-child gymnastic group. You had been in the same group in kindergartentogether – the koalas – sometimes driving the teachers crazy, already showingthat the two of you combined were double trouble, partners in crime (colouringthe freshly painted white walls – because white was sooo booring - with crayonshad only been one thing you two did). By the time Calum and you had startedHigh School, the Hoods had also moved into the house across the road, the onethat always looked like the twin to yours, one painted green, one blue.
Now youwere able to just go a few metres and be met with your best friend`s smilingface, his open arms, patient ears when you needed company, a hug, someone totalk to or anything else. His room was upstairs just as yours was, so yourwindows were levelled, making it easy to secretly communicate with each other.In freshman year, both of you would have a flashlight hidden somewhere in yourroom o give short signals when one needed the other. Then one of you wouldsneak out of the window using the chimney sweeper`s stairs to get off the roofand down onto the lawn, only to walk a few steps and having to climb up thosestairs again, just on a different roof. Most often it was Calum coming over toyou, for various reasons. Your parents had a phase where they would fightalmost every evening and you, being terrified and saddened by their loudscreams had fled up to your room, door locked and signalled Cal that you cravedsome cuddles. Not seldom did he fall asleep in your bed, holding you tightlyafter all the tears had been dried, having to sneak back into his own roombefore dawn so his parents wouldn`t recognize he had been gone. They were verypassionate about the amount of sleep their teenage son got, your parentsnowhere inferior to them when it came to that subject. There had been nightstogether full of laughter, watching movies, studying last minute for animportant test, where you seemed to untie the knot in Calum`s brain with easethat made it impossible for him to solve the math problem or remember the bonesof the body for biology. The two of you always backed each other up, partner incrime. It was bliss and joy and comfort and safety and it was like this allthrough Freshman and Sophomore year, nothing changed. Calum played his lovedsoccer, hanging out with the three very close friends he had, you were in themarching band, bonding with your fellow woodwind players and gushing aboutfootball players and dress sense and such, meeting for shopping and doing stuffwith them Calum was just too much boyfor. Like sleepovers and Grey`s Anatomy marathons. But no matter how much timethe two of you would spend apart, you knew you could always come back to him,fall back with him, making everything fit in place again. That was, until hebecame serious about the band.
One nightyou were trying to learn the vocab, mindlessly staring out of the window andmuttering the words, as a tint of pink caught your eye. You spotted the pieceof paper on Calum`s door frame immediately (you had switched to a colour codescheme in Sophomore year) and got up from your chair. After checking if yourdoor was still locked and quickly putting on a sweater since it was gettingcolder outside, you made your way out of the room, down the roof and towardsthe Hood`s house. You could see his silhouette laying on the trampoline,staring up in the sky. “Hey Mister “Thinker”, you greeted him while crawlingtowards his body on the shaky net, “what`s up that makes you lay here in thefreezing cold?” He stayed quiet until you were settled in, your head resting onhis stomach, both your bodies forming a T shape and you staring at the sky thatwas littered with small stars. “You know how I have been doing stuff with theband lately?” His voice sounded a bit hoarse, like it was about to crack andyou asked yourself if he had been crying or if he was just terribly nervous andwhat the eff was going on that made him sound like that. “Yeah”, you answered,cheerful still, trying not to show your worry, this felt like a serious talkand something Calum had a hard time to voice (pink always meant emergency,hence the uneasiness in your being) so of course you didn`t want to scare himback into silence. “Heard you can play the bass now. Congrats on learning auseful talent, Hood.” That comment earned you a small chuckle and your stomachunclenched a bit. “Well… Michael and I have been writing songs together lately.Doing proper composing that actually seems to be good. The other two say theylike it and well… we`re thinking about making it a serious thing. A real thing.We…” – “You want to take it to the next level?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.“Yes. We want to make the band our life. I`m – well, we all are thinking aboutdropping out of school. Playing gigs, getting the people to listen to ourmusic. We`ve got something, I`m telling you y/n. This can be the greatest thingI`ve ever done.” You stayed silent for a few moments, Calum`s words echoing inyour head. He wanted to drop out, for real. His mother would be furious. “What`swith soccer? I thoughts you`d were striving for a career at FC Liverpool orsomething.” – “The music is everything to me now. I just feel right when I holdmy base, write lyrics, discuss rhythms with the boys. I feel like I belong becausethey take me with all my flaws. The soccer team just liked me because I wasgood at shooting goals. They never accepted the real Calum and you know it.” Asigh escaped your lips. You moved your head so you could look him in the eyes. “Yourmom is going to freak out when she gets knowledge about your plans. I don`tplan on telling her but you will have to eventually.” – “I know”, he groaned,rubbing his eyes, “but I really want to give it a try. It just feels right!Have you never experienced something like this before?” You had and you keptquiet while your best friend let out a sigh himself. “I think it`s worth ashot.” – “Well then, I`ll be with you. Just, maybe…” – “Yeah?” – “Try to stayin until exams are over. At least finish off the year, Calum. Make it a cleancut.” He maybe couldn`t see your face but that didn`t mean he couldn`tpractically hear you pout, begging at him to just try a little longer. “Fine”,he mumbled finally, “but straight after I`m out.” – “Okay. And now, let`s talkabout something more uplifting. Have you heard the news about Lacey Foolmanyet?” The rest of that evening was spent with friendly banter, but no matterhow much you laughed, the feeling that something had just crumbled to piecesnever faded completely from that point on.
Fastforward a few weeks later, exams were done (you had to practically drag Calumthrough them) you could hear loud screams from across the road, then a fewshutting doors. Next thing, your doorbell rang. Luckily, your parents weren`thome, otherwise they would have questioned Calum to the bones, asking him whatthe hell had been going on. You already had an idea before you saw your bestfriend standing in the doorway, panting, face red and a suitcase in hand. “Shekicked me out”, was the only think he said before you stepped aside to makeroom for him. He slept the next three nights on your couch, then your parentsand his parents arranged a meetup to have them talk about everything. His mumtook him back in – minus the evenings when he came home and she was alreadycrying. He slept at Michael`s then, not wanting to involve you any further inthis. He knew his mother was just afraid that her son was throwing away theonly chance to get somewhere in life he would ever get, but he also knew thatmusic was all he ever wanted to do and the only thing that would ever make himhappy. And just as you had promised, you stayed by his side.
In thebeginning, you would occasionally visit the band practice, bringing them foodand drinks. You were at every venue they played, no matter how small, no matterif it was a 1h drive away. Calum and you still were friends… but Junior yearbegan and passed and something changed between you. They had decided to postcovers on YouTube and their channel was taking off while you had to learnformulas and memotechnic verses and vocabulary, preparing yourself for Senioryear exams. Their band got famous over night when some popular musician tweetedabout them while you were trying to keep it together at your graduationceremony. Calum hadn`t been able to come, they had a gig, but his mum andsister were there, providing you with the same heart-warming smile you knew sowell from him. The two of you had drifted apart – and then suddenly you wereoff to college and he about to go on a world tour.
A softknock on your door made you look up from your suitcase, you had been trying tofigure out where to put things with the limited space it provided. You weresurprised to be met with Calum leaning against your doorframe, a sheepish smileon his face. “Hey”, he said softly and you gave him a quiet `hey` back beforeyou just returned to look down in silence. “I heard you`re leaving for collegetomorrow. Congrats on making Berkeley, I know you`ve always wanted to go there.”You were surprised that he knew you had gotten into your dream school, butdidn`t question his knowledge any further. Your parents were still closefriends after all. “And I heard you`re flying off tonight. Congrats on getting bookedfor the tour, you guys will get huge now, just like you`ve always believed itwould happen.” You were genuinely happy for him, really, you were – but yourarms clung around your chest and the tears waiting to spill from the corners ofyour eyes were also real, portraying just how much you had missed him the pastyears, kind of angry for him to let himself slide away further and further.Angry at yourself you hadn`t stopped him. But still, somehow, him and you wereconnected. You dared to look up and at his face, the smile on his lipsfaltering as soon as he saw your complexion – it took him one look and Calumknew you were about to break, he knew you were saddened to the bone. Quickly,he strode over to you, wrapping his large (and muscular, when had be become sowell build?) arms around you, pressing you into his chest. You inhaled hisfamiliar scent deeply and the first sob came out and then the next one and thenext and before you knew it you were crying into his chest, fists clenching thefabric of his shirt tightly. “Shhh”, Calum tried to soothe your nerves bymaking calming sounds and humming a cute little melody. Eventually, the sobswould die out and your breath went from shaky to even again. Calum held you atarm distance, wiping away the pools of salt water (and maybe mascara) fromunder your eyes. “I`ve missed you”, you stated, placing your hands over hislarge ones that were holding your face as gentle as if he feared he might hurtyou. “I`ve missed you, too”, he admitted, pulling you in for another hug, “butfirst I was stupid enough to let you go and then not brave enough to get youback. Things were getting hectic with then band and I kind of forgot to get intouch with you, I`m sorry. I pushed the nagging and the guilt away and I`m sosorry. I`m so sorry, y/n, for leaving you alone and breaking your heart. I`msorry.” – “Good”, you mumbled into his chest, “and now please let go of me, Ican`t breathe.” The laugh he let out was shaky, but real and somehow you knewyou two had found back together.
The rest ofthe evening he helped you to pack first, then you helped him. Despite hisprotests – “you have a really long drive tomorrow, you need your sleep” – you wentto the airport with him, his family and everyone else. The hug he gave youthere felt as if he never wanted to let go, but he had to and you were tryingnot to cry again while him and the boys disappeared through the glass doors.You had just gotten back your best friend, godamnit and now you had lost himagain. Sure, it would be a disconnection by space – you were back to being eachother`s partner in crime again, you could feel it – but that didn´t mean ithurt less. Mali-Koa was hugging you with one arm around your shoulder, theother held her mum`s hand, as your phone buzzed – it was Calum. “I have to geton the plane any moment but I forgot something. Promise you will visit me ontour?” – “Yes, of course”, you breathed out, already minimal nervous andexcited about that and also heavily exhausted from all the events. “Promise?”,he questioned once more and you groaned, “yes, Hood, I promise. I`m not goingto have your lame ass have all the fun alone.” – “Still sarcastic as fuck”, hechuckled, before switching back to a serious tone again. “I`m going to missyou.” – “I`m going to miss you, too, Cal. Now get on that plane before t leaveswithout you. Have a save trip.” – “Alright, y/n. See you very soon. Friendsforever?” – “Friends forever”, you answered and he hung up, leaving you with afeeling of ease and contempt. You would never lose him again. “Pizza?”,Mali-Koa sing-sanged into your ear and you happily agreed, not caring thatyou`d probably be sleep deprived tomorrow but still had to drive. Today hadbeen the day you had gotten back your best friend, you wanted to engrave itinto you memory, wanted to last it as long as possible. And right now, nothingsounded better than finishing off the day with a good pizza, engulfing inmemories of Calum together, sharing a bond that was stronger than everything –friendship.
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