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34 || No in-between

Calum wants to break up with me. He wants to end what we have. Tears cloud my vision as I arrange my stuff into a small travelling box. Trying to comfort myself with the fact we will spend three days together doesn’t work. My phone rings out somewhere in the room. I ignore it and resume packing. The phone is still ringing when I finish packing. I hoist my box on the bed and snatch the phone from the drawer. My frown almost disappears after one look at the screen. Amelia. I stop in front of the mirror to practise my responses. “Hey,” Amelia says when I pick. “Hey, you,” I say. My excitement is forced and my voice is stained with nerves. “How are you?” “Good. On our way to the beach house. Daddy’s home, we’ll spend the day together.” I nod along as she rambles on about their plans for the break. Due to the nature of her parent’s jobs, ha

35 || Blue Story

It’s 6:15 pm when Calum knocks on my door. I am refreshed, well-fed and thinking clearly. We can have our talk today. Or skip it till Saturday. I open the door to a smiling Calum. He sizes me up and I almost spin to give him a better look of my dress. He came. I thought he wouldn’t. “Would you like to take a walk with me?” he asks after a minute of silence. I nod shyly and he almost stretches his hand to me, slipping it into his pocket at the last minute. “Shall we?” “We shall,” I whisper. Calum opens the door wider for me to step out first. I wait behind to lock the door and we head towards the elevator. Inside the metallic box, I steal glances at his profile. What’s he thinking? His finger drums a rhythm on his hip, the only audible sound in the elevator till it pings at our stop. Sticking by his side, we head outside the hotel and the cool London breeze hits our

36 || Sweet and Tender

Oh. I’m not impressed. Calum departs from my side and I follow him to the front of the crowd. There’s a man on the bench. He has a guitar. His body is bent over the guitar he’s hugging to his chest. The guitar case is open on the floor for onlookers to drop money in it. Calum wanders off to the man, leaving me alone to watch and wonder. What’s his plan? They exchange words for a while and the man gives a curt nod. Dew coats the bench, my eyes follow the moisture, then move back to the man’s threadbare outfit. The thin shirt hidden under his black coat can barely keep the cold of the night away. On Calum’s return, he rocks on his soles. “So…I don’t think we will be having our concert tonight or anytime before we leave.” I pout. He barks out a laugh. The small crowd thins out after hearing him. When I count again, we are less than ten. “Except you’re up for perf

37 || Can I see?

Calum further proves his point by strolling into the room naked. A towel dangles from his neck with another tied around his neck. He beams and his not-so-little man jerks in a wave. Asshole. “Do you want to pick out something for me to wear?” Calum asks. I don’t answer. I scoot to his wardrobe and pull out his boxers. “Really?” I want to feel the heat of his body. Undoing the buttons of my pyjamas top paired with skimpy shorts stopping an inch below my ass, I tell him, “I can take off my shirt so we are even.” “Sounds like a fair trade.” When we are both in the same state of undress, he guides me to the bed and spoons me from behind. The heat of his chest spreads through my back. Pushing my hair out of the way, he litters kisses from the path below my ear to the curve of my neck. I drag the cover over our legs and bring his hand to palm my stomach. My boobs are in desperate need

38 || Order in

Finally. The weight is off my chest. I feel like a brand new person in Calum’s arms. We will be fine because I won’t push him away again or try to control things outside of my control. I steal a kiss from him, he laughs but palms my face to kiss me better. Soon, I’m under him, his knees bracket my hips and he takes my breath away. Eyes shining with love for him, I twirl his hair around my finger. “What time is the meeting?” He glances at the wall clock. “4:30,” he replies. I trace the line between his abs. He hasn’t put on a shirt since taking his bath. I’m dressed in one of his shirts because he thinks I look better in it. He sits up and tugs me back onto his lap. This is my new favourite position. “Do you want to join me?” I thought he would never ask. “Yeah, I would love to.” Dragging the hem of my shirt, Calum grins when I raise my hands

39 || The true superstar

“Bubble gum?” Calum asks. I nod again. The hand holding the bubble gum hangs in the air, he stares at it, then at me. “Good luck charm?” “Well, yeah. Since I won’t be going with you, you need it. My mum always gave one to me every time I had to sing or go on stage or just do...” Calum covers the foot of space between us and braces one elbow on the door of the wardrobe. I keep still. Well, I try but he looks too gorgeous with his hair messed up stylishly and I want to keep him inside the room with me forever. I pry open his palm and dump the bubble gum on it.“Who says you won’t be going with me?” he asks.“Well, who says I’m going with you?” He points a finger at his chest. “You didn’t say anything.” “Because we were headed to your room anyway and you would have gotten a chance to change .” My lips pucker. Part from anger, h

40 || New York

It’s quiet. Nobody is talking. We have been in Calum’s car since the end of his meeting, which consisted of him singing an original and one of Mending Hearts singles. If I wasn’t on my period, I might have creamed my pants from listening, watching him sing about us. I used to think our guitar moments were lit but Calum in that room with his headphone plugged in was a new dimension I want to always see. Scott and Caleb bore shit eating grins throughout Calum’s singing. I get it. My boyfriend is a star but New York? I thought London studio meant staying in London. The fear of Calum leaving me so soon wraps around my neck like a thick cord. “You’re going to New York?” I finally ask. Calum is stiffer than I am. Rock solid. “Nothing has been concluded. Just talks for now.” I spare him a glance and his throat bobs as he swallows hard. “Sam and Luc were thinking we could get back

41 || Last day

Sunday morning sneaks upon us like a thief. It is our last day here. Our reality hovers above us all morning. Things will be different once we return to Wells. No more stolen kisses or open touches. It will suck big time and I don’t look forward to it.Calum orders a full English breakfast to cheer me up. When the attendant trolleys in the food, his blues bore into the tray, then at the back of the attendant’s head as he exits the room.“What is this?” Calum asks, pushing the trolley closer to the bed. His face has the same look of amusement it did when I ordered the spaghetti. I adjust to create space. He dumps the tray on the bed and stabs the crisp bacon. “This is all of it?” There’s bacon. Scrambled eggs. Sausage. Toast. A large side of baked beans for two. Even two cups of coffee. I sit cross-legged on the bed and dish our food into the smaller plates on the tray. “Yep. All of it. What were

42 || Too perfectly well

“You didn’t let her finish,” I say moments after the call ends. Calum readjusts and crosses his legs. I do the same, leaving an obvious distance between us. “She didn’t finish her question, Cal. And you said no. Do you still want to break up?” “Of course not.” Calum’s hand stretches to take mine but I hide it behind me. “I panicked, okay?”“Okay.”His phone rings again. He glares at it without touching it. I itch to grab the phone and smack it against his chest. It could be Scott. It could be another person who will give us another reason to doubt each other. It wasn’t Tessa’s fault.“It’s not okay, baby.” He leans forward, taking my hands against my will. I stop struggling since it will get us nowhere. “This is kind of complicated. We haven’t discussed who to tell.” “You told them at the studio,” I p

43 || Stop hiding

CALUMCathy is hardly awake by the time the car drives into the familiar streets of Wells. The best I can do is haul our bags. Sadly, I have to watch my girl trot up the stairs on wobbly feet when she should be nestled in my arms and carried up to her room. Our long kisses, hugs on the way home feel like nothing now we have to face reality. It’s time for us to stop hiding. Pete’s car is parked out front. I flash my image on the window a smile and rehearse a few lines in my head. Mum should also be home. She’s the real issue, the person we need to convince. Cathy halts at the top of the front stairs without opening the door. Quickening my pace to find out the problem, I’m smothered in a tight hug. Her eyes well with tears, she sniffs and throws me a smile. Questions hang on the tip of my tongue as she unlocks the door. I follow behind but slow down to see what caught her interest.Our parents cuddled on the co

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