The Only Reason

I was lying. There's actually one person in my life that gets me. One person that never jumps to judge me. He's the only person I can talk to. But the thing is, I don't even know his real name.

I call him Thomas. I met him on one of those chat roulette things and we started talking. At first it was that awkward getting to know each other phase but now we can talk about anything, sorta. He's the only person I can trust.


5. chapter 5

Mary's POV

I'm not sure how I'm actually feeling right now. Should I be happy that Calum likes me? That he wants to date me? Of course I'm happy about that, but what about all the hiding? Can I really keep my feelings for Calum behind closed doors?

I don't think as I gather my books from my locker. I'm carrying a lot in my hands until my notebook falls from the top of the pile. I reach for the book but someone beats me to it.


"No problem. Need any help carry some?" Michael asks kindly while still holding my book.

"You don't have to Michael. Really." I try to tell him but he doesn't listen and takes all my books.

"I insist. Besides, I owe you an apology. I really didn't expect Calum to act the way he did. I wouldn't have brought you there if I knew." Michael explains. We're now standing in front of my car and I put my books in the backseat.

"It's okay. I'm over it."

"Okay. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" He asks awkwardly. I nod and give him a smile.


"Yes Michael?"

"Um...would you like to grab coffee with me sometime soon?"

I think about Calum and how he would react. Would he care if I hung out with one of his friends?

"Sure. Just tell me when you're free."

"Okay. See you tomorrow."


I park my car in the driveway. My phone ringers so I grab it and press talk.


"Hey it's me." I can hear Calum grinning through the phone.

"Hey, I just got home from school. What's up?"

"Come over. I want to talk to you."

"Okay. I'll be there in 10."

I drive over to Calum's place and see him at his front door waving.

"What'd you want to talk about?" I ask as I step into his home. His place is small but cozy and is decorated in dark red colours.

"First, I want to show you my room. Come on."

Calum grabs my hand and leads me to his room. As I step in I notice that the walls are painted dark grey. His room is very tidy and everything seems to have its own place.

"I had a feeling your room would be neat and tidy because of how you described yourself, but I didn't expect Calum Hood' room to be like this." I tell him with a smirk.

"And why do suppose that?" He raises one eyebrow.

"Oh I don't know, maybe from the way you dress. Ripped shirt and skinny jeans don't match up with clean bedroom. But they do go well together."

"Got something against my clothes Grande?" Calum asks as he takes a step closer.

"Me? I'd never judge your clothes. To be honest, I actually like this bad boy look." Calum stares at me in shock before bursting out laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" I cross my arms over my chest. Calum wraps his arms around me whilst still laughing. "Babe, you crack me up."

Calum walks me to his bed and pulls me into his arms.

"You know the big game tomorrow night?"

"Ya, against the Eagles. What about it?"

"I-I want you to come and watch me from the crowd. I want to be able to see your face cheering me on."

"I thought you don't want anyone knowing about us?" Calum sighs and sits up. "I still don't but I really want you to be there. Can you do that for me?"

Calum squeezes my hand waiting for my answer.

I really didn't expect Calum to act the way he did.

Michael' voice rings in my head. Has Calum even changed for me? Or is he still the same jerk that he always was?

"Of course I can do that." I tell him. Calum grins and kisses the top of my forehead.

"You're the best Mary."

I rest my head on Calum chest and my eyes dart around the room. In the corner lies a instrument. It's black and has a red smiley face on it.

"Hey, do you play the guitar?" I turn my neck to make eye contact.

"Actually it's a bass," he tells me. "I've been playing since I was 14 but it was never serious. I'm all about football."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Cal shrugs. "I guess I never thought it was important."

"Can you play me something?" I sit up and stare into his deep brown eyes. Calum leans forward, his head resting against mine and his lips so deadly close that I can feel the minty coolness of his breath tickling my lips.

"Some other time, alright? Don't want you knowing all my secrets now do we?"

I roll my eyes and push him away. "Do you always have to kill the moment?" I crawl off his bed and stand in front of the window. I can see that it's almost sundown and it worries me. My dad will be home soon.

"I gotta go." I grab my bag and start heading for his bedroom door. Calum manages to grab my arms and pulls me back. "Why so early?"

"Dads going to be home soon. Gotta beat him home first. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay. Call me when you're home Ari." Calum cups my face in his hands and kisses me softly.

I'm shocked but relieved. The emotions coursing through me consists of fear, anger, desire, and unconditional love. I don't know why I ever doubted Calum's feelings for me, but I know now they're real. That they are genuine. Just by the way he kisses me.

His lips leave mine as soon as I end my thoughts. Calum grins and pecks my lips once more.

"Go on now, you don't want your father beating you."

I cringe at the literal thought as I take a step towards the door "Okay. See you tomorrow, my constant."

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