Come over
Your eyes briefly scanned over the short text as you raked your hand through your tangled hair in slight frustration, an irritated sigh escaping from your lips. Calum had the annoying habit of wanting to hang out at the worst of times and today was no different. It was two o'clock in the morning and you had just finished writing your paper for your Sociology class a few minutes before and were getting ready to go to bed.
I'm really tired, but okay :(
You sent the text as a reply and lazily slipped on your coat over your pajamas before heading down the stairs of your apartment and going outside, your boots clicking against the pavement as you walked. Just as you opened your car door, you received another message from Calum.
Please. I need you, (Y/N)
You stared down at the text for a few minutes with a deep frown, suddenly not quite as angry as before.
With a little more haste than normal, you got in your vehicle and drove to Calum's apartment, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel nervously on the way.
You arrived there in record time and got out the car as fast as possible, hurrying inside, only pausing long enough to politely greet the tired doorman waiting in front.
You quickly made your way to Calum's floor and pushed his apartment door open, already knowing it would be unlocked. You didn't see him in the living room so you immediately made your way to the kitchen to check if he was in there.
Calum was sitting on the floor miserably when you entered, with bloodshot eyes, a flushed face, and an empty bottle of Jack beside him. You approached him carefully and kneeled down in front of the boy to inspect his sorry state.
"(Y/N)," he slurred upon seeing you and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, pulling you into his chest roughly before you even had the chance to react.
"Calum?" you said, encompassing his neck uncertainly with your arms in return.
"You came," he breathed in relief and you pulled back for a moment, staring into his brown eyes in confusion. Had something happened? Why was he so drunk?
"Yeah, I did ... are you okay?"
He shook his head sadly and stared up at you. You watched as he brought his hand up to your cheek and slid his thumb across your cold skin, studying your face with unfocused eyes. Your breathing started to become irregular as he ever-so-slowly leaned in and pressed his soft lips to yours, his hands moving up to stroke your hair.
You allowed him to kiss you, to bury his hand in your hair, to pull you in closer, even though you didn't exactly know why he was doing it. There was no rush as his tongue swiped at your lower lip, but before you could open your mouth to let him in, he was pulling away, looking even more miserable than before.
"Calum ..." you started, worry seeping into your thoughts. Was he hurt? Had someone hurt him? "Why did you —"
"That settles it," he said blankly, cutting you off.
"Settles ... what?" you asked.
"I thought I wanted you, but now I realize I don't."
You couldn't help but let out a small gasp at the sudden revelation, tears already starting to sting your eyes. You and Calum had a complicated, long-standing, and complex relationship that meant a lot to both of you. But even though he was one of your best friends, you would be lying if you said that you hadn't harbored a small crush on him for the past year or so. But now that he was rejecting you before you even had the chance to explore your strange emotions, you couldn't help but feel hurt.
"I don't want you, (Y/N)," he said softly, leaning forward and brushing away the tear trailing down your face with the pad of his thumb. "I need you."
