twenny one lmao
calum
Spending my birthday on the stairway of Rose's house while hearing record players playing through the wall was not how I expected to celebrate my birthday. Thankfully, Michael and Alice both remembered my birthday by making me breakfast and giving me presents (it was kind of awkward since Michael was still acting like an asshole). And right after, my girlfriend came to visit me only to drag me all the way to her best friend's house.
"I don't hear crying." Belle frowned, inching closer and closer to the door. Her bangs were pinned up with her curled hair merely brushing past me.
"Then just open the door." I shrugged, getting irritated on how overly important Belle exaggerated this situation to be. Belle nodded, bringing her knuckles to the door as she lightly tapped it. The humming of the record player lowered, the floorboard creaking to the footsteps. The door creaked and opened slightly.
"What do you want?" Belle gasped at Rose's appearance, probably expecting her to look like an absolute mess. Rose's hair was pinned up in a bun, a strand of curl framing her face. She leaned against the door frame with a cigarette between her fingers.
"Rose what on earth happened to you?" Belle cupped Rose's face, only to have Rose turn away. Blowing smoke out of her lips, Rose adjusted the black lace dress that flowed mid-thigh. "Don't tell me that what happened with Ashton made you change this easily. You aren't weak, are you?"
"If you've come here only to abuse me with your worrisome remarks, I suggest you leave. I don't have time for that shit." Rose spat out, rolling her eyes while taking another drag.
"Why are you doing this then?" Belle stuttered as she took a step away from Rose. The smoke caused Belle to cough a little as it was visible under the sunlight seeping from the window.
"You know, he always hated the way I put myself to be in society." Rose sighed, twisting a ring around her finger.
"Rose, Ashton shouldn't matter to you anymore. He hurt you badly-"
"That's not what I am talking about," Rose snapped clearly irritated about the accusations Belle was doing. Not that I would blame her, Belle did have a tendency to think that she knew all the stresses people were going through.
"I'm done with trying to be the perfect girl everyone expects me to be. Do you think it's easy, Belle? Do you think I like to get constantly compared to you because you are the ideal example of perfection-"
"You know that isn't true, Rose. Stop trying to be a stereotypical heartbroken girl, will you? Just because he doesn't love you, doesn't mean you can go and act like this." Belle slapped the cigarette out of Rose's hand (she really wasn't thinking about the consequences).
"Oh of course you would know what a heartbroken girl is. I mean, your mother is the perfect example of a girl who loves someone that doesn't love her back," Rose spat, pulling out another cigarette from her box on her vintage vanity.
"Don't you dare talk about my mother like that." Belle pointed a finger, her voice sharp against the tense atmosphere.
"Then what do you want to talk about, Belle? About how you suddenly fall in love with a bad boy who changed for you and think that you are living the perfect life? Just a reminder Rivers, not everyone is as happy as you are." Shifting my feet, I awkwardly lean against the doorframe knowing that I am thankfully invisible at the moment.
"You know damn well that I am not a happy person." Belle's voice shook as she took a few steps away from Rose. Creeping a few inches close to Belle's face, Rose smirked. "Rose, please don't be this person again."
"Who? The real me? I'm done hiding. I should've never faked my life since the recovery center." Rose snapped, her wrist flickered to the right which allowed me to see a small tattoo of hers.
"You went to rehab?" The words accidentally slipped from my mouth, bringing the attention of both Belle and Rose.
"Oh Belle didn't tell you about what happened a year ago?" Rose gasped before turning her face of awe into a smirk.
"Calum it wasn't the right time to tell you," Belle stuttered, trying to clear everything up.
"I'm surprised because I thought she told you everything. I mean, I'm pretty sure you witnessed her mother banishing you from their home, right?" Rose pouted and twisted the ring on her finger. Belle glared, sucking in a breath before she grabbed my hand.
"We are going-"
"You don't think she is all that innocent, do you Hood?" Rose tsked, furrowing her eyebrows with amusement.
"Now," Belle urged as she tugged down on my sleeve. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I lead her out of the room, stealing one last glance at Rose as she scoffed and held up her glass of champagne.
"You can't run away from your past, Belle. It trapped me, and now you're next. It's gonna haunt us all."
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"I'm so sorry about that." Belle groaned, putting the palms of her hands against her face. Her dark hair was put up into a messy bun and her body was covered by an oversized black cardigan over her floral dress.
"Baby girl, you said that a million times already." I laughed, removing her hands from her face and taking them into my own. "You did nothing wrong."
Due to the unexpected catastrophe that sprang out this morning, we resorted to Chinese takeout and watching movies on my bed which I didn't really mind after seeing Belle breakdown right after.
"What do you mean I did nothing wrong? It's your birthday for damn's sake." Belle sighed before crossing her legs and cupping my face. "Don't think that I didn't forget."
"How did you-"
"I'd be a worser girlfriend than Georgina Sparks if I didn't remember your birthday." Belle chuckled and pulled out a box wrapped in dark blue paper with celebratory words on it.
"Who the hell is Georgina Sparks?" I raised an eyebrow, ripping up the paper like Belle directed me to do.
"Don't ask." Belle giggled as I opened the box. A mixture of flannels and band shirts were in the box which wasn't a surprise considering that seemed to be all I ever wore. "I know it's probably the most basic gift ever and I'm sorry but it was just a last minute thing, and I'm not really creative-"
"Thank you so much." I chuckled, kissing her to cut her off. Her cheeks tinted pink as I pulled her to lay down on the bed as she cuddled with me.
"I feel like I owe you a major explanation." Belle looked up at me with her heartbeat pounding hard against my chest.
"You don't have to explain anything now." I traced her cheekbone and planted a kiss to her forehead. Shaking her head, Belle sat up, sighing.
"But I want to." Belle grabbed my hand and touched it with the pad of her thumb. "Michael hates me."
"Babe, he only hates you because he is overprotective of me and doesn't know you that well." I stared at her as she shook her head while directing her eyes to the white sheets on my bed.
"No it's not that," she croaked, clearing her throat right after. The infinitesimal purple flowers scattered on her dress distracted me until she dismissed her pause of silence. "It's not that he doesn't know much about me. It's because he knows too much about me."
"I don't understand?" I questioned as Belle squeezed her eyes shut.
"Last year, um Rose and I were partiers to say the least. We were the typical offspring of pretentious rich parents who have too many high expectations. Obviously we rebelled and it didn't turn out to go the way we expected. We started doing drugs, drinking, and smoking." The whistle of the winds filled in the quietness of the room.
"How is Michael part of this?" I sniffled since I haven't quite recovered from my cold.
"Michael was our drug dealer. He was actually one of our best friends until Rose got captured by an enemy of his. She ended up getting overdosed in drugs by the enemy and when she woke up, lots of shit happened and I shouldn't be the one to tell you this, but all you need to know about me is that I used to be a girl I'm ashamed of today." Belle cut herself off before rambling anymore.
"Did Rose and Michael have history?" I sighed running my hands through her hair. Belle bit her lip, nodding.
"I can't say much." Belle placed her hand on top of mine, begging me to not say anything. I gave her a small smile and kissed her neck.
"You've told me enough." Though I itched to learn more about their history, I knew I had to wait for Michael to tell me anything for that matter. Last year, Michael was a drunken mess and with more clues, I would finally learn what Michael was hiding from me. "Let's just cheer things up a bit, okay?"
"How?" Belle laughed as I poked her sides and walked towards my laptop. I pull up my playlist on Spotify and smirked as it started to play. Stripping my shirt off for just plain entertainment of Belle's reaction, I wiggled my eyebrows at her as she rolled her
"We dance of course." I held out my hand for Belle to hold as she giggled. Pulling her up, I started to sway with her along with the beat.
"Close your eyes," I sang along while looking into her dark eyes. Belle grinned along with me as she rested her head on my chest.
"Make a wish." Belle continued as I twirled her on the wooden floor. Planting kisses on my chest, I pulled her close to me.
"You never told me that you could sing." Belle played with one of my bracelets as we danced around.
"There are many things that you don't know." I kissed the top of her head as she intertwined our hands. "And I intend on telling you all of them later on."
"I regret my past so much, I was afraid that you would think differently of me." Belle smiled as I untied her bun, letting her hair fall down.
"Belle, your past is your past. I know you have more to tell me, but you have explained enough already," I whispered as I twirled her around again to her enjoyment.
"Same to you, Calum." Belle bit her lip as I leaned in. Her light pink lips opened up as she fluttered her eyes shut. Our lips connected, her hands placed on my chest as we stumbled onto the bed. Belle chuckled as she opened her eyes and tangled her fingers into my hair. Caressing her pale face with my thumb, my heart beat so fast against my chest urging me to go on.
I was so reluctant in continuing. Belle was still a virgin despite her rebellious past, and I didn't want her to regret anything. The song played on, Belle's dark colored eyes allowing me to continue.
"I'll make love to you." I dipped down and kissed her tenderly as she pulled me closer. Roughly peeling her dress off, Belle gasped as I hastily kissed her neck, holding her warm body in my hands.
"Calum," she moaned as I squeezed her butt and tugged my pants off. Slowly entering her, I'm suddenly alert on if she was hurting. Belle squeezed her eyes shut, crumpling a fist of the sheets in her hands.
"You're so fucking beautiful." I gave her hickies down her neck to her stomach as she moaned out.
"Faster," she croaked out, bringing her hands to my hair again. I grasp onto the headboard, thrusting faster as she let out another moan.
"Fuck, I love you," I accidentally groaned out, causing Belle to open her eyes and quickly close them again.
The words were true though it was the inappropriate time to say it, for Belle would probably assume that I said it because of sex.
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here ya go you sluts....worst smut ive ever written so fuck. but aye happy new year and hopefully ill update within this month haha.
-kat hoodings