"happy birthday." he whispered, his lips hovering over the bridge of your nose and looking straight in your eyes, his brown gems hypnotizing your vision. it wasn't a special day, the sun tucked behind clouds, rain trickling down rooftops of flats and against the windows, you oddly enjoyed it. waking up at 7am with his arms wrapped around your waist, his smile murmuring to you fall back asleep. 10am his hands and lips beginning to tangle within your mouth and duvet sheets. 12pm silence taking over the comfortable stares you both exchanged. and at last 1pm his fingertips running against the lose strands of hair and his thumb gliding over your cheeks to your lips.
he whispered those words above to you find letting his skin touch yours and smiled grinned in pleasure. at first he stood up his boxers held tight to his hips, and you kept watched as he grabbed a box with a bow laying on the blue surface. he sat back in bed as you got out of the ball of blankets you were wrapped in. his tank top hanging from your shoulders; obviously it was much larger than your normal clothes. he gestured for you to open it and you shook your head, dimples still engraved to your cheeks.
"you really didn't have to." you said and he nodded, "oh but i did, cmon its for my exquisitely beautiful girlfriend i couldn't just give you some sex and that's it."
you couldn't help but laugh crawling over to his body and kissed him lightly, "i would've been fine with that calum." you smirked placing your back and letting your curves form into his chest and onto his lap. "okay well just open it." he replied, you nodded in agreement and untied the sliver fabric from hugging the edges of the box. lifting its cover it had a book leaving you to curiously pick it up and open it after reading the title of 'y/n y/l/n by calum hood'
it's beauty already amazing you, its first picture of the sky, but not just any breathtaking sunset but the rainy one, where you sat on the top of this flat when the light opened and the pink and blues brightened, only the picture was in black and white.
and you couldn't be surprised, not only because of calum's passion for darker colors, but because every portrait or landscape he has taken was painted in black and piercing white. you loved it at first until you couldn't help but ask why. him leading to explain that all the shades of these colors gave hope when really we live in reality of a black and white world, still after two years he captured things in his reality.
however you continued looking through quite ironic; picture perfect moments. and tears formed in your eyes as you came to the ending a photo of you hand across his, your lips, the kissing of one another, the 3am times of your painting and undying affection for a sandwich, both of you laughing and lastly.
lastly the aesthetically beautiful moment of one, the beach, possibly the most alluring place you could ever go to. sitting in the empty lot of sand was him, your head resting upon his shoulder and your hands hugging as tightly as possible. and in color, the goddamn sun yelling with yellows and the clouds painted with red, and the sky drawned with oranges. the world of blacks and white ended as you could finally turned the page to the black board with a white marker whispering to you;
'the rest of the world was in black and white but we were screaming colors.'
your heart singing and your hands shaking you turned around looking at him. his eyes filled with water as well. "you did it." you said. "you saw the hope, you found the colors." he nodded attaching his lips with yours.
"only because of you."
