Calum Hood's Sister

"Calum Hood's Sister" is a story filled with drama, laughter, surprises,family, and love.. Carter happens to be the lovely sister of Calum hood, of 5 seconds of Summer. Ever since he's gotten famous their sibling bond has faded. Now, in attempt to spend time together Carter Joins Calum on his bands first very own tour without One Direction. As the bands fame grows so do relationships.. Some more then others.

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5. Why did I agree to it?

 

More than half way through their rehearsal and they've done six songs. I love watching because they sound great. Stella and I were having our own jam party in our seats, how could you not sing along to 'She looks so Perfect' !?
Just as Luke sings the last word to their song 'Good Girls' I couldn't help but cheer and clap for them. Stella even added a loud whistle. My cheers grew as they all bowed at us, except Michael. "Lets take a break." Ashton tiredly says. The others nodded. Ashton, Luke, and Calum came to the part of the stage we were sitting by and sat on the edge. I notice Michael heading for the door with his jacket back on. "I'm going to get some air." He calls own mainly for the band to hear. Stella quickly nudges me and looks at Michael. Again. Why did I have to agree with her?! Damnit. "C-can I come?" I say quickly getting up from my seat. Michael stops in the doorway looking at me then my brother. 

 

He doesn't seem happy. Just great.. "Sure." He speaks with a blank face and boring tone. He obviously said yes because my brother was there. Whatever I'll take it. Making my way on the stage Michael waits for me to reach him before we exit the room away from the others. I just realized its my first time being alone with Michael. This makes me more nervous.
We don't say anything while we walk. It seems he doesn't want to talk to me at all. This is awkward. I repeat what Stella told me in my head. Be casual. Just make conversation.
"So Michael, are you nervous about tomorrow?"

 

He pushes the door open and looks at me in the corner of his eyes when I speak. The rush of coldness makes his cheeks a bit pink. Probably the same to mine. "Hello?" I confusingly say. He still hasn't answered me, walking swiftly Michael takes a seat leaning against the brick arena wall. I hesitantly follow his actions by taking a seat next to him but keeping my distance. "Michael?" My voice says softly. "What!?" He barks to me half angry and half annoyed in his voice. I jump slightly from the sudden noise. "Sorry." My voice says softly again. I turn my attention to the cars passing by infront of us. He lets out a deep sigh and looks away.

 

We sit like this for a while. I don't even look at him, afraid he'll burst for no reason, but I can't take it anymore. I get up from the ground and walk to the door. Not even bothering to say anything. I notice Michael doesn't follow me back in. "Where's Michael?" Asks Calum as I walk back onto the stage. "He's still out there." I shrug and look to Stella who's giving me the 'what happened' kind of look. I sadly shake my head letting her no it wasn't good. "Tell me later." She whispers while I sat down and Michael comes back in looking still as frustrated. I don't even look at him.
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"Is it weird that I'm tired and its only 9pm?" I chuckle this to Stella as we enter our hotel room coming back from the bands rehearsal and everyone went their separate ways. "Well, considering how we got down in those seats, I say no its not." She jokingly says. We let out a laugh as I happily jump onto my huge bed while Stella pulls her covers back. "I'll be right back, but when I get back tell me what happened with you know who?" She says anxiously before walking into the bathroom to change. I pull out pajama pants and an oversized cotton long sleeve shirt with a pocket on the chest, while putting my hair in a messy ponytail. "Now tell me!!" Stella races out of the bathroom in black leggings with an oversized T shirt and quickly jumps on her bed waiting for me to spill the pathetic details. "Hold on." I say making her grunt. Turning off all the lights except the bed side lamp between our beds, I peal back my covers and slip in laying on my side facing Stella who is doing the same.

 

"It was definitely nothing special. When we were walking down the stairs it was awkward with no conversation at all..."
I spilled all of my pathetic details to her but she didn't think it was pathetic at all.
"What a jerk!" Stella whisper yells to me. "I know." I answer back rolling my eyes. "I'm sure it means something." I could tell she was thinking. "Yeah it means he hates me and us as a thing are never going to happen." She raises an eyebrow at me when I say this. "I don't know.. There seems to be more to it." Stella says deeply. "Well when you figure it out, let me know." I giggle humorously. "Oh I will." Her voice filled with confidence. Suddenly one of the hotel cotton white pillow hits me slightly on my thigh. I gasp in shock then quickly throw it back to her, smiling.

 

 

"You know what we need!?" Stella yells to me excited. "What!?" I anxiously ask. "We need code names for the guys. So when we want to talk about them infront of them or other people we can." She winks at me. "Genius!!" I gasp.
"Lets think..What name for Luke?" I curiously ask Stella. "How about Lip? Since he has a lip piercing?" She suggest. "Or Crystal?" I think of. She looks at me weird. "For his eyes." I assure her. "But I like yours better." I tell her. "Lip it is!" She laughs. "And for Ashton?" She asks. I began to think but couldn't think of anything. "When I look at him he reminds me of a cute monkey.." Stella embarrassingly admits. "I think your right. His name should be Monkey." I couldn't help but laugh. "Michael's?" She asks. 'Jerk' I thought in my head. "Rainbow. Since he's always changing his hair color." I confidently suggest. "Perfect!" She squeals.

 

"Now. Calum?" I say unsure. Wow you would think he would be the easiest for me to name, but I got nothing. I guess that just proves how we've grown apart. Stella lets out a laugh at her mental thought before telling me. "Maybe Paco, because people always think he's Mexican?" That's true people always think he is. "Weird, but okay." I smile.
We talk for a little more, before it grows to a comfortable silence and my tired thoughts drift me to the events of today.

 

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