I Can't Stop Drinking About You
"He'll be back"
Reagan's POV
"It's so warm here," I sighed contently, "and not snowy,"
Nick smiled, "it's usually warm all year round here,"
"I like the sound of that," I grinned.
The ride home was nice. All of us were practically laughing the entire time because of all the funny things the guys did. We pulled up to a really nice house. It looked to be 3 stories high with white vinyl siding and black shutters. The lawn was perfectly trimmed, as were the bushes. It had a nice fence around it, probably to keep the paparazzi out.
It didn't matter though. I already spotted the paparazzi with their cameras, hiding in bushes across the street or behind trees. It was amusing to me.
"Home sweet home!" Denise squealed
I giggled and leaned over to nick, whispering In his ear, "I love it,"
"I'm glad you do," he grinned, kissing my forehead.
We hopped out and I heard the clicks of the paparazzi cameras. I looked over and noted that every single one was pointed at nick and me. Of course, they ere going nuts with the whole jingle ball situation. I could only imagine what they were planning with those pictures of us, and what had already been published. I made a mental reminder to check later when I had time.
It had also been pointed out that I played my lead single "I can't stop drinking about you" while Calum promptly performed "just saying". I knew they would point that out, trying to make it seem that we were still in love. I mean, it wouldn't be that hard to do.
Nick and I quickly retreated inside, getting tired of the cameras easily. It was beautiful inside his house too. I felt somewhat out of place. The floors were a dark chocolate color, and the walls were a pure white. The couch was fucking white.
Great. What a great opprotunity for me to embarrass myself and spill something.
The tables were glass, there was a fireplace, and a huge flat screen. Yep, I definitely didn't fit in here. I didn't feel comfortable around expensive things. They could break easily. They weren't easy to replace. Nonetheless, I was in awe of his house.
"Come on, we can put our stuff upstairs," he smiled
~*~
Luke's POV
"Did you see this?" Michael showed me his phone.
We had been in the living room, sitting on the couch and watching TV silently. There wasn't much else to do in D.C. other than explore outside, which we were strictly forbidden to do.
I looked over and saw a picture of Hayley and Nick. It was in an area I was unfamiliar with.
"What's this?" I asked
"Reagan is spending Christmas with nick," Michael clarified, "it's been showing up all over twitter,"
"So," I shrugged
"Did you see what she's wearing?" He rose an eyebrow.
I looked back down, now noticing that she was wearing a hoodie. And it wasn't her hoodie. It was clearly Calum's, but only someone in the band would recognize that.
"That's Cals," I said
Mikey nodded, "exactly. I can only imagine how Calum is gonna react when he sees it,"
"Fuck," I groaned, "Calum is gonna get in another mopey mood,"
"I think he's getting worse," Michael muttered, "he seems angry now, not sad like before,"
"We just need to keep an eye on him." I assured, "make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, you know"
"Maybe we should do something to get his mind off of it all," Michael suggested.
I nodded in agreement, "I'll go get him,"
I turned and got up. Of course, Calum was in the doorway and most likely heard the entire conversation.
"Calum-" I started.
He looked unsure. Before I could react he turned on his heel, retreating to the bedroom of the hotel room for a moment before returning with a coat on.
"Where are you going?" I asked, "we aren't allowed to leave you know,"
"I'm going out," he muttered dryly.
"Come on Calum, this isn't healthy, just calm down," Michael sighed.
"I'll be back," he snapped, "don't come looking for me,"
He left without another word. Michael and I were standing there not sure how that could've escalated as quickly as it did. We had no idea what to do.
"He'll be back," Michael assured, "if we go after him then he's only going to be more upset,"
I sighed and nodded.
I was torn between two of my best friends. Reagan and I were always close when we were younger,being in the same classes and such. I wanted her to be happy, and I knew that she had good reasons for leaving Calum, but I didn't feel like nick was the right one for her. On the other hand, I couldn't just watch Calum slowly waste away before my eyes and not do anything about it. I wanted him to be happy as well.
I then decided that it was going to be my mission to get them back together. It was the only way I could envision them both being happy.
~*~
Calum's POV
I shoved my hands in my pockets, clenching my fists slightly. I didn't know where I was going for a while. I just kept walking. When I finally got down to the lobby, I saw the security guards. There was no way they'd let me out. I had to search for some sort of back or side exit.
After 15 minutes of searching, I found one and slipped out. My hood was over my head and It was quite dark, so no one recognized me. By now the fans who had waited outside for us had left. It was almost 3 in the morning.
I felt a cool piece of plastic in my pocket. I pulled it out to see my fake ID. We spent lots of time in the states, where it was illegal to drink if you were under 21, so of course we all had one. It gave me a dangerous idea. I knew where to go now. I was going to go to a bar and I was going to drink a bit. That would get my mind off of things.
"It's so warm here," I sighed contently, "and not snowy,"
Nick smiled, "it's usually warm all year round here,"
"I like the sound of that," I grinned.
The ride home was nice. All of us were practically laughing the entire time because of all the funny things the guys did. We pulled up to a really nice house. It looked to be 3 stories high with white vinyl siding and black shutters. The lawn was perfectly trimmed, as were the bushes. It had a nice fence around it, probably to keep the paparazzi out.
It didn't matter though. I already spotted the paparazzi with their cameras, hiding in bushes across the street or behind trees. It was amusing to me.
"Home sweet home!" Denise squealed
I giggled and leaned over to nick, whispering In his ear, "I love it,"
"I'm glad you do," he grinned, kissing my forehead.
We hopped out and I heard the clicks of the paparazzi cameras. I looked over and noted that every single one was pointed at nick and me. Of course, they ere going nuts with the whole jingle ball situation. I could only imagine what they were planning with those pictures of us, and what had already been published. I made a mental reminder to check later when I had time.
It had also been pointed out that I played my lead single "I can't stop drinking about you" while Calum promptly performed "just saying". I knew they would point that out, trying to make it seem that we were still in love. I mean, it wouldn't be that hard to do.
Nick and I quickly retreated inside, getting tired of the cameras easily. It was beautiful inside his house too. I felt somewhat out of place. The floors were a dark chocolate color, and the walls were a pure white. The couch was fucking white.
Great. What a great opprotunity for me to embarrass myself and spill something.
The tables were glass, there was a fireplace, and a huge flat screen. Yep, I definitely didn't fit in here. I didn't feel comfortable around expensive things. They could break easily. They weren't easy to replace. Nonetheless, I was in awe of his house.
"Come on, we can put our stuff upstairs," he smiled
~*~
Luke's POV
"Did you see this?" Michael showed me his phone.
We had been in the living room, sitting on the couch and watching TV silently. There wasn't much else to do in D.C. other than explore outside, which we were strictly forbidden to do.
I looked over and saw a picture of Hayley and Nick. It was in an area I was unfamiliar with.
"What's this?" I asked
"Reagan is spending Christmas with nick," Michael clarified, "it's been showing up all over twitter,"
"So," I shrugged
"Did you see what she's wearing?" He rose an eyebrow.
I looked back down, now noticing that she was wearing a hoodie. And it wasn't her hoodie. It was clearly Calum's, but only someone in the band would recognize that.
"That's Cals," I said
Mikey nodded, "exactly. I can only imagine how Calum is gonna react when he sees it,"
"Fuck," I groaned, "Calum is gonna get in another mopey mood,"
"I think he's getting worse," Michael muttered, "he seems angry now, not sad like before,"
"We just need to keep an eye on him." I assured, "make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, you know"
"Maybe we should do something to get his mind off of it all," Michael suggested.
I nodded in agreement, "I'll go get him,"
I turned and got up. Of course, Calum was in the doorway and most likely heard the entire conversation.
"Calum-" I started.
He looked unsure. Before I could react he turned on his heel, retreating to the bedroom of the hotel room for a moment before returning with a coat on.
"Where are you going?" I asked, "we aren't allowed to leave you know,"
"I'm going out," he muttered dryly.
"Come on Calum, this isn't healthy, just calm down," Michael sighed.
"I'll be back," he snapped, "don't come looking for me,"
He left without another word. Michael and I were standing there not sure how that could've escalated as quickly as it did. We had no idea what to do.
"He'll be back," Michael assured, "if we go after him then he's only going to be more upset,"
I sighed and nodded.
I was torn between two of my best friends. Reagan and I were always close when we were younger,being in the same classes and such. I wanted her to be happy, and I knew that she had good reasons for leaving Calum, but I didn't feel like nick was the right one for her. On the other hand, I couldn't just watch Calum slowly waste away before my eyes and not do anything about it. I wanted him to be happy as well.
I then decided that it was going to be my mission to get them back together. It was the only way I could envision them both being happy.
~*~
Calum's POV
I shoved my hands in my pockets, clenching my fists slightly. I didn't know where I was going for a while. I just kept walking. When I finally got down to the lobby, I saw the security guards. There was no way they'd let me out. I had to search for some sort of back or side exit.
After 15 minutes of searching, I found one and slipped out. My hood was over my head and It was quite dark, so no one recognized me. By now the fans who had waited outside for us had left. It was almost 3 in the morning.
I felt a cool piece of plastic in my pocket. I pulled it out to see my fake ID. We spent lots of time in the states, where it was illegal to drink if you were under 21, so of course we all had one. It gave me a dangerous idea. I knew where to go now. I was going to go to a bar and I was going to drink a bit. That would get my mind off of things.
Notes
IM SORRY IM SO BAD AT UPDATING!!!!!
anyway I hope you like it!
Sad ad story, I went to jingle ball, I sat in the second to last row from the top in e balcony, and some of the staff came up to the girls sitting in the seats behind me , and GAVE THEM FRONT ROW SEATS!!
like I was happy for them, but you don't understand how sucky it feels to come that close and watch someone else get to sit front row!
Anyway,
i love you all and forgive me pls
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