5SOS one shots (boys x Reader)


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73. Plane Pt (diff POV)

“I think… I’ve finally figured out why Cal likes dogs so much.”

 

“… Why?”

 

“Look at him. He’s like an overgrown puppy.

 

Calum snorts, not once tearing his eyes away from his phone screen. “I can hear you. Also: I like dogs, because who the fuck doesn’t like dogs?”

 

He’s answered with snorts of amusement from three different people. “Also,” Calum adds, turning his head to the side to look at them. “I’m just laying here. Puppies are, like. Super active, and stuff. I’m just— laying here.How does that make me an overgrown puppy?” He arches a brow over at Michael.

 

Michael only raises a brow right back at him. “You’re lying down now. But once you stand up to get something, you’ll get right back to pacing and talking about Y/N this and Y/N that and guys she’s coming in a few hours oh my god I can’t believe I’m finally going to get to see her again I’m so whipped I missed her so much she’s so fucking amazing and she’s got me by the balls and—” he cut himself off with an oomph when a pillow hits him square in the gut.

 

“Don’t know why you’re hitting him,” Luke comments idly, scrolling through his phone, peering up at the other through his eyelashes for a couple seconds. “I mean— for a second there, I thought you were the one talking, not Mike.” For someone who looks like the purest form of everything, he’s a fucking douche.

 

Calum scowls, but then his phone’s vibrating in his hands and an instantaneous smile pulls at his lips. The three boys instantly crow over at him with pointed glances and raised eyebrows, to which Calum promptly ignores before picking up the Skype call that’s lighting up his screen.

 

Sitting up on the lounge, not really bothering to walk away for privacy (because honestly: he knows and hasseen so much more than he’s ever wanted of the others), he says into the phone with a teasing grin on his lips and slightly furrowed brows, “Oh my god, are you already here? Fuck I haven’t showered yet, and I don’t even know how long it takes to get to the airport, fuck, I thought you were going to arrive in, like, four hours’ time. Did your pilot take a shortcut or something?” He snorts out, before continuing with a, “Right turn at the Bermuda Triangle and you’ll reach earlier or summat?”

 

Laughter greets him on the other end of the line, and he’s instantly smiling wider at that— frown relaxing because she’s probably not arrived yet, and is just using the wi-fi to give him a quick call.

 

Cal,” Y/N breathes out on the other end of the line, and he can hear a smile in her voice, but— this is Y/N. He knows her. Which means he can also hear the slight shakiness. He straightens up, smile slipping off his face and brows furrowing again. “Cal, I’m scared.

 

He licks at his suddenly dry lips, getting to his feet, “Y/N, hey, what’s wrong? Why’re you scared, babe? ‘m not gonna leave you at the airport, I promise,” he tries to joke as he makes his way to the front of the bus, because they’d all been chilling in the back lounge.

 

She takes in a deep breath on the other end of the line. “They’re— they’re going to need to make an emergency landing.” Her voice is soft, so soft, but he hears it as clear as day and he freezes in his step— in between the bunks, one hand reaching out to grab at the side of a bunk.

 

He opens his mouth to say something, say anything, because she’s scared and— he’s scared but he’s not the one in the plane that’s going to have to make a fucking emergency landing. His hand is gripping the side of the bunk so tightly that his knuckles are white.

 

There’s the sound of something tumbling to the ground from her side, and his heart clenches up. Because as much as it would’ve been a stupid prank, he was hoping that that was what it was— a prank. But it’s notbecause he can hear things happening from her end.

 

Fuck.” She breathes out. “Fuck. Cal. I— I love you,” she chokes out and Calum’s breath hitches because this sounds an awful lot like a goodbye call and he doesn’t want to say goodbye.

 

He finally pulls himself together long enough to ask, “What was that?” in regards to the sounds of things falling earlier. He knows he sounds more alarmed than he should because he should be comforting Y/N, not makingher worried about him being worried, but he can’t help it. “Y/N? Babe? What’s happened? Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

 

She’s silent on the other end, not saying anything. “Dammit, Y/N, answer me!” He almost yells out before he can stop himself. He’s also minutely aware of the sound of the door to the back lounge sliding open behind him, but he couldn’t care less about that right now.

 

The weather— it’s too. I think—” her breath is hitching and he’s never heard her stutter that badly before.

 

Calum wants to tell her to take in deep breaths, to not panic because things’ll probably be okay, it’s probably just a false alarm or some shit. But he can’t force himself to speak those words. His hands are starting to hurt from how hard he’s gripping the side of the bunk, so he lets go, only to clench his fist.

 

He can feel his nails digging into his palm and it stings slightly, but it’s grounding him down at the moment, and the pain is what he needs.

 

Calum— Cal, I need you to do me a favour,” her breath hitches again. There’s muffled sounds of announcements and some shouting, but he pays no mind to that. “I need you to call my family— tell them I love them. Tell them to take care of themselves, that I’m sorry for— for whenever I’ve disappointed them;any of them. And you— you. I love you. I love you. I’m so proud of you— I’m so proud of you, and the boys. Never forget that, okay? I love you so much, and I’m so proud of you.

 

“What the fuck is happening, Y/N?!” Calum proper yells out this time.

 

He can hear static sounds, and he’s scared to death— if the phone call cuts off right now he thinks he might actually stop breathing. It’s getting harder to breathe, but he forces himself to— he has to. He has to.

 

“Look. Look, okay? I’m so fucking confused, but. You’ll be okay,” he near-vows, voice fierce. “I know you will— because. You just will. And I’ll pick you up at the airport, and we’ll be— we’ll be reunited again and annoying everyone with— with how I refuse to let you go. Or annoying everyone by… pulling pranks, or something. But. You’ll be there. I’ll be waiting, at the airport. To pick you up. Because you will be there. ‘s just— just a bit ofturbulence. Happens all the time. Happens all the time, love,” Calum knows that his voice is tinging on desperation and he knows that all he’s doing is lying to himself, to her, and he can see movement at the corner of his eyes, but he clenches his fist tighter.

 

His nails dig deeper into his palm. He can feel blood, but he doesn’t care.

 

Y/N’s breath hitches again and he hears her whimper. Calum mumbles a fuck under his breath. His heart is racing, his lungs are closing in, and his vision’s gone blurry.

 

“I love you, Y/N. I love you, so fucking much, and nothing fucked up is allowed to happen to you because I will fight it. I will literally challenge the fucking weather to a fight, if that’s what it comes down to and— Y/N?! Hello?! Fuck. Y/N?!”

 

He gets no response, just the sounds of static in his ear. He pulls the phone away, hangs up, re-dials. Nothing. Does it again. Nothing.

 

He can’t breathe. He can’t see.

 

He dashes back into the back lounge, pushing past his mates who are all probably staring at him. He’s also probably got blood on whoever’s shoulder he pushed, but he doesn’t care. He goes straight to the tele— flicks on the news station because they’ve got normal channels.

 

“— emergency landing on water. Helicopters are circling the area, with no sign of the plane. However, parts of the wing are already emerging—

 

Calum’s never once passed out because of feeling overwhelmed. But, this time— with a hand gripping his phone and his bloodied hand gripping the remote, Calum sinks to the ground in a heap of unconsciousness, unsure of if he’ll ever be able to breathe properly ever again.

 
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