twitter hunt | calum hood

nineteen

Two tickets are balanced between Calum's fingers. The small smile on his face makes everything better. Sydney?! I can't go to Sydney. Granted, I don't have anything to leave behind.

"Calum, oh my gosh. Are you serious?" I gasp.

"As serious as can be. Please? You can meet my family and we can go to this really cool cabin we always go to for New Years. I don't want you sitting here, sulking. I also would love to celebrate my two favorite holidays with you," he smiles wider.

"Say yes!" Michael yells.

"Yes," I state.

His strong, toned arms wrap around me, picking me up. I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck. The three others clap their hands, dramatically crying. Calum sets me down, kissing me softly and quickly.

"Shit, you all leave in a few hours. That gives me no time to prepare," I panic.

"Prepare for what?" Calum chuckles.

"Packing, Christmas gifts. Canceling of plans."

"You'll be fine. We'll start packing now, right guys?!" Calum shouts the last parts.

"Huh? Yeah, yeah. Sure. Totally," Ash, Luke, and Mikey agree, obliviously.

"I don't know if I've actually said it out loud before, but I really hate you," I shake my head.

"Awe, babe. We hate you, too," Luke winks at me, smirking a bit.

Calum's grip on my waist tightens, pulling me closer to him.

God, he's so jealous

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"Cal, I've never even been on a plane before."

"Well, at least your first time on a plane isn't coach," he shrugs.

"First class? What the hell?" I awe.

"Anything for you, angel. Whatever you want, I'll get it for you."

"I'm not gonna let you spend a bunch of money on me," I sigh.

"And why not? You're worth a million," he states, zipping up my suitcase.

His body plops back onto my made bed, wrinkling the covers a bit. I don't answer him, the response being obvious. He knows I hate when people spend money on me. Even if it's a dollar. With that being said, I'll spend all the money I have on people I love.

Sitting down next to Calum, I pull out my phone, dialing Jack's number, wanting to explain everything to him. On the third ring, he picks up.

"Where were you?" he shouts.

"Um, excuse me?"

Calum sits up, sending me a confused look. I glance at him, then look away.

"You heard me. Where the fuck were you? I sat here waiting for hours. I felt so stupid," he yells.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I defend myself, ignoring Calum's worried look.

"Of course you don't. You're a whole new person. How could I have forgotten? You know, ever since Calum showed up, you've brushed me off. Do you not know what today is?"

"Christmas Eve?" I'm so confused.

"Exactly. Do you know what that means?" he yells, clearly choking on tears.

That's when it hit me. Every year on Christmas Eve, Jack and I got together at noon, watching all the Christmas movies that came on ABC Family. We ordered whatever food we felt like eating whilst wearing our favorite pajamas. We'd drink hot chocolate and stay up until midnight, giving out presents at midnight on Christmas Day. We did that every single year since we were six years old. Twelve fucking years.