Summary: Upon meeting her boyfriend's family, (Y/N) discovers that his sister and her share more than she could imagine.
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"They are going to hate me." I state, mind fixed on the worst-case scenario no matter how hard my roommate is trying to assure me otherwise.
"They are not going to hate you. You are the most lovable person ever. Plus, their son seems to be the happiest ever since you got together, so they are going to adore you, like everyone else who has met you.
"Ok, but what if they do? I can't go... I'll tell Calum I got sick." I panic and she sighs.
"Ok, I know for sure that you are not going to make a good impression if you don't show up. And I know for sure that Calum won't buy it. He stayed here last night until 4 in the morning, when exactly did you get sick?" She asks, looking at me with irony.
"In the morning. I really can't go. I will die of anxiety there." I sigh, flopping on the bed.
"You will be just fine. His parents aren't monsters, they are normal people. And I think that Calum has already talked to them about how great you are, you beautiful and smart and so fucking talented it hurts." She rolls her eyes at me.
"If I didn't know you are with Kaia, I would of think you are having a crush on me based on what you've just said." I joke, punching her shoulder softly.
"Well, those were Calum's words. That one time you were both drunk and I had to take care of both of you. He kept on mumbling about you while I helped him to bed. He has already charmed them on your behalf, you just have to go and give them a visual of all the things they've heard. So, please, go. I will have my phone on and ready to calm you through texts... Only in the case of an emergency. Leave, or you'll be late." She pulls me up, shoving me out of the room. She hands me my phone and purse, looking at me with arched eyebrows so I know she is being serious. "Fine. If this goes horrible, it is on you." I threaten her and she chuckles.
"But if it goes well, I call dibs on being your firstborn's godmother." She replies, tilting her head to the side.
"Oh, we are rushing I see." I raise my hands in surrender.
"I said I call dibs." She repeats, opening the door for me.
I park my car on the driveway, taking a moment to calm myself down before I enter the house. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to reverse all the what-ifs in my head; what if they love me, what if they think I am the greatest, what if they think of me as their son does... I feel my body relax, heart slowing down to normal rates. I got this... I think...
I walk through the little gate in the backyard, knowing that I will find them there; it is such a nice day for Calum to stay in. I am greeted by Duke who runs happily to me, whimpering so I will pet him. Following right behind, Calum smiles brightly, cheeks popping and dimples making their appearances a few inches from his mouth.
"You came." He cheers, opening his arms and embracing me to his body.
"Almost didn't. Mia convinced me to..." I sigh, wrapping my arms around his body.
"Are you nervous?" He asks me, pulling a little back and bringing his thumbs to stroke my cheeks. His cologne still lingers, tickling my nostrils and making me feel at ease.
"Shouldn't I?" I ask and he shakes his head in denial.
"You really shouldn't. They already adore the air you breathe... They see that you make me happy and I have honestly talked their ears off telling them all about you. Plus, you look so cute in your little floral dress. You will have them wrapped around your finger at hello." He assures me, leaning in for a kiss.
"That must be the infamous (Y/N). It is so good to finally put a face on the legend." Mali cheers, walking towards us. I was expecting my heart to be jumping out of my chest, but she is so calm and soft that I find her aura calming.
"That must be me. It is so nice to finally meet you. I have heard so much about you." I am in literal awe of her, Calum talks so greatly of her that I have developed a worship-like admiration for her.
"Nice things, I hope." She turns to Calum, eyeing him a little.
"All great things, I assure you." I giggle at how Calum tenses back as she scans him. She lets out a chuckle as she walks to me, hugging me softly.
"Wanna go meet the rest of the gang? We were all waiting for you..." Mali says, pointing to the table where their parents are sitting; I can see his father craning his neck towards us, waiting for the moment we will walk over.
"Sure..." I mumble, breathing in and fixing my posture. Calum gives me a soft smile, taking my hand in his; he tangles our fingers together, squeezing my hand to let me know he is there for me. Instinctively, my head falls to his shoulder, resting there as we walk to the table, both of his parents standing up to greet me the moment we reach it.
"Ah, the lovely (Y/N). We have heard so much about you." Calum's mom is the first to talk. I extend my hand to shake hers, leaving Calum's free.
"I have heard so much about you as well. I have to admit, I am so nervous now that I am meeting you in real life." I chatter nervously, making Joy smile sweetly at me.
"No reason, love. We don't eat people, do we now?" David asks me, giggling softly. Calum smirks at me, shrugging his shoulders as he tilts his head to the side.
"I have been telling you, love." He pulls my chair out for me, prompting me to sit down.
"To be honest, he did tell me that... I have just heard so much about you, and I have been admiring you for raising such an amazing man for so long that I really feel like I am meeting legends right now." I explain, fixing my posture.
"This is so lovely for you to say. We raised amazing kids, they've turned out amazing." Joy reaches to stroke Mali's hand, bringing a wholesome smile on my face.
"Calum has told us you are a musician as well." David turns to me, looking excitedly.
"I am a singer, yeah." I smile as Calum serves some food.
"Like our Mali." Joy cheers and I nod.
"Yes, actually. I also do more indie songs and write my own lyrics, and to be honest, Mali is my number one inspiration." I explain, earning a coo from Mali.
"I joke all the time that she is dating me just to meet Mali. I can't even count all the times we've listened to Sorry while in the car." Calum laughs softly; I gasp and turn to him, glaring with my eyes wide open.
"Don't out me like that... But yes, I went through huge fangirl phases when Sorry was released." I look at Mali who smiles brightly.
"I am so glad you loved it. And to be transparent with you, I've looked you up and I have to admit, you sound like an angel. You are mesmerizing." Mali compliments me, causing my heart to speed up and heat rise to my face.
"How did you two meet?" Joy asks Calum and me, making me smirk and let him do the talking. "I went for a drink at one of the bars she was singing at. I wasn't even paying attention to the stage until I heard her sing and I felt like I was in heaven. And that was it, I just had to go meet her after her set..."
"So, imagine my surprise when one of the most iconic bassists and singers of my generation, if not of all time, walked in the backroom to compliment me for my singing. I think I literally gawk at him for a good minute." I complete, placing my hand on top of his. He smiles at me, leaning in to place a kiss on my forehead.
"Did you ask her out that night?" David asks him. I giggle, knowing the answer to the question. "No, I chickened out. I didn't even ask her name that night. I walked out of the room and got back to the bar and I remembered I knew nothing about her, other than the fact that her voice sounds like an angel. I went back to ask more about her but she was gone. So I begged the bartender to tell me her name and then found her on Instagram and saw when she was having a show. I went there, 3 hours before the show and saw her during soundcheck. And waited until the minute she got off stage to go talk to her."
"I didn't even take 2 steps off the stage when he asked me if I wanted to go grab a bite with him. And obviously, I said yes, and the rest is history." I sigh, smiling at the reminiscence of our early days.
"Uh, so lovely. Like a movie." Joy chuckles and I feel my cheeks turn red.
"Yeah, mom, you think it is like a movie... I was giving off real creeper vibes." He giggles and I bite my lip, laughing at the remark.
"You were the least creepy of all the creepy dudes that had hit on me after a show." I state, stroking my fingers through his locks.
"If that isn't true romance, I don't know what it is." Mali teases us.
"I forgot to ask you, love. How old are you?" Joy asks.
"Mom!" Calum protests.
"It's alright, hon. She didn't ask me anything bad." I smile at him, placing my hand on his soothingly.
"I am turning 23 in May." I reply.
"Oh, we share the same birthday month. When in May?" Mali asks excitedly, pushing Calum back so she can look at me.
"On the 19th. When is yours?" I ask, sharing the same excitement as her.
"On the 19th as well. Oh God, we are like birthday twins." Mali says cheerfully, eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Why didn't you tell me we share birthday with your sister?" I ask Calum who looks just a tiny bit frightened by our reaction.
"I didn't make the connection, jeez." He mumbles, making everyone burst out in laughter.
"Well, we will have to celebrate our birthday together this year." Mali suggests and I squeal. "Absolutely yes. I don't even mind flying to London for that party." I giggle, clapping my hands excitedly.
(Calum's POV)
"It was a lovely meal. Thank you, son." My dad states as we finish off our food.
"You are welcome, dad. Anyone want coffee?" I ask, everyone nodding at me.
"Let me help." My dad offers, getting up from his chair.
We walk inside the kitchen, leaving the girls to their conversation. I start the coffee maker, taking in the aroma as I stare outside the window, watching the 3 women laugh at something. I smile, relieved that my family seems to adore (Y/N) and seeing her for the amazing person she is.
"She is the one, huh?" My father asks, patting my shoulder.
"What?" I ask, altering my attention to him.
"I asked, she is the one, huh?" He asks again, chuckling at me.
"I really think so, dad." I state, scratching the back of my head as I look at my mom, sister, and girlfriend talk, with not a trace of awkwardness.
"She is a good woman, son. I know one when I see one." He joins me in staring at the ladies while waiting for the coffee to brew.