"Rowen!" I fall through the backstage area. Ignoring the confused stares of the other crew until I spot her unmistakeable black hair and tattoos facing away from me.
I call out to her again and for a moment I'm concerned that she isn't answering me until I notice the air pods resting in her ears.
I reach out and touch her elbow and she startled before a smile appears on her face and she removed her ear buds.
"Hey, babe! You startled me!" She tells me and it takes me a minute to recover, I don't think she's ever called me anything but Cal or Calum before.
"Sorry...I just wanted to check on you."
"I'm all good." She smiles. I hope she's being truthful.
"I'm worried about you." I admit and a look of hurt flashes through her eyes.
"Mark's gone and I hope the rest of them see you aren't messing around. I don't know, I've kept to myself so far. I hope they don't see Mark getting fired as like a reason to make things worse or try to retaliate against me or something."
"If they start that shit you tell me." I say harshly, glaring around the room and trying to meet as many of their eyes as I can.
"Okay." She brushes me off.
"I mean it Rowen. No more of this staying silent to not cause problems bullshit. I want to protect you, but I can't do that if I don't know what's wrong. I can't watch you get in an ambulance again. When you blacked out and I didn't know if you were okay or if you would be..." my voice breaks.
"You don't know what that was like." I meet her eyes, mine are watery and I don't think she knows what to say.
"I'm sorry..." She starts but I holds my hand up to stop her.
"Don't, it's fine. Just swear to me if today doesn't go well you'll tell me." I practically beg her and she really has no choice but to nod.
"No show tomorrow." I say, pulling her against my chest, a smirk creeping onto my face as the mood lightens and takes a sultry turn.
"Hotel room tomorrow night." She adds, the same smirk covering her features that currently adorns mine.
I blush at the realization that her thoughts seem to match the filthy images flashing through my own mind. I can't help it. The girl is fucking gorgeous.
"Fuck." I say emphatically. "I'm the luckiest man alive."
"Stop, you're too much." She laughs as I press kisses to her neck and she giggles.
"Okay, okay! I have to get back to work!" She laughs as I release her.
"Remember what I said, Row!" I say to her one more time before heading towards the green room to start my own prep for our show tonight.
"Hey Cal!" Ash calls as I enter.
"Hey boys." I reply, plopping down on the couch in between Luke and Michael.
"Sage's teching for me tonight." Mikey says and I nod. It's weird hearing her called anything but Rowen at this point, though I know I'm the only one she lets use her real name. I like that I'm special to her.
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Catch 22
FanfictionSage Mires is a young up and coming Sound Technician dying to chase her dreams and escape the memories her home now holds for her. Chanced with a fresh start when given the opportunity to accompany 5 Seconds of Summer on their tour with the Chainsmo...