Fighting For You

Sequel to Falling For Hood

Calum is on a 6 month tour with his band, 5 Seconds of Summer. Helen is still in Australia, trying to keep their relationship alive. With Calum gone, Helen feels like she's in hell without him. What will happen when the two start to get reckless? Calum has his bandmates for help and support, but Helen, she has no one. Will Calum and Helen survive the 6 months? Or will they break their promises to each other?

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Helen Hood


17. Chapter 17 : Vandalism

Helen's POV


"C'mon Helen, you've gotta come out of there!" Logan called from the other side of my door. The doorknob jiggled but I locked it.

I was completely hysterical. I wore Calum's Nirvana tee, that was huge on me, my feet were criss-crossed under me and my laptop sat in front of me. I was watching The 1975 performances and crying my heart out. I really don't know why.

"I ain't coming out!" I said through a sniffle.

"Helen, you've been in there for nearly a week! Summer isn't meant to be spent in doors, you're suppose to live recklessly and do stupid shit like regular teenagers."

"No," I muttered.

"Don't cry, you want me to get you something, I'll go get it for you," Logan offered.

"I want Calum!" I sobbed.

"I meant something I can actually get," Logan stated.

That didn't help and I sobbed.

"Helen, open the door, please?"

I pressed pause on the video and got off my bed. My toes curled under the touch of the black fuzzy carpet. I went to my drawer and grabbed some jeans before slipping them on.

I went to my bedroom door and unlocked it. Logan stood in front of me. I poked my head out and looked around before pulling him inside and closing the door once again.

"Why are you crying?" Logan asked.

"I don't know," I replied and shrugged. 

"Is it because of Calum?" He asked.

When he said his name, I began crying harder. I threw my arms around Logan and hugged him tightly as I cried into his chest. He hugged back. 

"I'm losing him, Logan," I said.

"No you aren't."

"How do you know?" I questioned.

"Because. You two love each other. I mean your relationship might get bumpy and you'll probably break up. BUT, after a week or so of being single, he'll find out that he can't live without you. So, he flies out here to Australia, finds you, confesses his love to you, again. Tells you how miserable he was for the past days, you'll do the same and forgive him. You two kiss and probably end up fucking in a hotel room."

I looked up at him, "Logan, have you been reading fanfics?"

"No, why?"

"Because, that shit only happens in fanfics!" I said.

"Okay, yes, I have been reading fanfics,  but it could happen!"

I shook my head.

"Look,  I have five cans of spray paint, you want to go tag some walls or what?" He asked.

"What?" I asked shocked.

"Yea, remember when you said you've always wanted to tag walls, well now it's out chance! So are you up for it?"

I thought for a second. If we got caught, I could end up in jail. Parents would disown me, Luke would be incredibly pissed I would so something so stupid and irresponsible and Calum? Well, he doesn't have to find out, huh?

"Let's do it!" I exclaimed.

I went into my bathroom and brushed my teeth. When I looked in the mirror, my eyes were red and puffy, I splashed cold water on my face, after that I put my shoes on and grabbed my phone. I went downstairs, Logan followed. I left my Mom a note saying that I'll be out and not to wait up. After closing the door behind me, I got in Logan's car.

"So where are going? We obviously have to go some where that was walls with no paint on them," I said.

"I found this small alley just outside of town, there are no cops so hopefully we won't get caught. I also doubt there are any gangs around here."

I nodded and we soon feel into a eerie silence. The only sound came from the radio that played R&B music and occasional pop music that most artists nowadays produce. 

"Do you want tot talk about your conversation with Calum?" Logan asked.

My mind drifted to the talk I had with Calum. He knows we're drifting away, we both do. He even said we're as close as strangers, and It's true.

"I'm losing Calum," I said. "And this is what I feared when I heard that they were gonna go on tour. I was scared that we'd drift away and that we'd lose each other. I also knew that we'd both have our doubts about our relationship surviving the tour. Nothing lasts forever, nothing stays the same."

Silence crept upon us once again and it stayed there the whole ride to the alley. I watched as we got on and off the highways. Logan slipped in and out of the lanes, stopped at occasional red lights and sped down the streets. 

After a couple of minutes of being on the road we finally veered into a not-so alley. It was just a plain white wall the stretched from one corner to another. It had a view of some old train tracks, the sun was behind them. 

We got out and Logan popped the trunk, he brought out a bag that had the cans. I turned my attention to the canvass. The white paint was old and beat up. It was peeling and I saw signs of more graffiti art. 

"Okay, I got 2 black, 1 red, blue, and white." Logan said.

"I'll take the red and black," I said.

He tossed me the cans and I caught them. I began shaking them and the familiar rattle of what must've been a metal ball inside, filled my ears. 

I stared at the white wall in deep thought. What do I write or draw? 

"What are you gonna tag?" Logan asked as he went to his side of the wall.

"I don't know," I replied truthfully. "What are you gonna write?"

"I'm gonna write a couple of lyrics to Halsey's New Americana."

"Oh, I love that song! And I love her too!" I exclaimed.

He laughed, "Same."

"I think I'm gonna write lyrics too," I said making up my mind.

"Knock yourself right out," Logan called.

I laughed and shook the can once more and started visualizing my design. I've only tagged something once and that was for a campus-wide school project. 

Logan had already started a few minutes ago. I caught a whiff of the spray paint smell and sneezed. I opened the black can of spray paint and set it on the concrete floor. Carefully, I squeezed the top and the paint ejected from the seal and sprayed the wall. I moved my hand up and down and occasionally stood on my tip toes to reach the top. 

My hand was perfectly still and straight, I didn't want any of the words to come out crooked. After nearly an hour of hard work, I was almost done. Logan had music playing on his Beats Pill as we worked. I looked over and Logan's hands were streaked with black, blue, and white, he also had a smudge of white on his cheek. My hands were covered in paint too.

"Should we sign our names?" Logan asked.

"Yea, in small letters," I replied.


Once I was done, I grabbed a paint brush and dipped it in white paint. I sat on the concrete floor and signed my name in the corner of the mural. I was careful not to mess up. I'm kind of a perfectionist when it comes to art. I stood up and put the brush in a cup of water before looking at the finished graffiti. 

In classical black letters was, 'Be a riot.' I'm proud of myself it doesn't look bad, I brushed my hair away from my face with the back of my hand.

"Done?" Logan asked.

"Yep," I replied and popped the 'p'. 

"Then lets switch," he said.

We walked past each other and looked at out tags. Logan wrote, 'We are the New Americana, High on legal marijuana, Raised on Biggie and Nirvana, We are the New Americana'. It looked really good. Two of the same lines where black, the others were blue and white. Halsey's logo was below it and Logan's name was in the bottom right corner. I liked it. 

"It looks good Logan, really unique," I said.

"Be a riot," He read. "What does that mean?" 

"It's a lyric to The 1975's son Robbers. I really love that one part cause it has a strong meaning to me. It's kinda like 'Yolo' but not as stupid," I explained.

He laughed, "I like it."

Logan grabbed his speaker and turned the music off before tossing his Pill in the car. We walked over to each other and high-fived.

"We did good," I said.

He laughed.

Sirens suddenly blared out of nowhere. I nearly jumped out of my skin and two cop cars appeared from the corner in which we came. They stopped in front of us and got out. Each had a gun in their hand.

"Step away from the paint, hand in the air," One shouted.

We did and raised our hands.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I mumbled.

"We are so screwed," Logan agreed.

The cops slowly approached us, they put their guns back in their case and grabbed our hands before putting it behind our backs.

"Tagging walls huh?" The same one asked.

We didn't reply.

"Typical punk teenagers. Bet you do drugs too," He said.

Something burst inside me, "Just because we wear all black and have Nirvana shirts on doesn't mean we do drugs!" I growled and faced the cop.

"Shut your mouth little girl."

"I'm 17," I retorted.

"Keep talking and that big mouth of yours will get you into trouble," He said sternly.

I glared. I felt the cool metal of the handcuffs as they were being put and sealed around my wrists. The cop pushed me forward and led me to the car. I followed reluctantly.

He opened the door and helped me inside, I saw Logan being escorted in the other car as well. I gave him a look of,  'What are we gonna do?' He replied with a facial expression of, 'I don't fucking know!' I huffed and sank in the back seat. 

"Fuck me," I mumbled. I am so damn screwed.

The cops were discussing something outside. The cop that escorted me must've been in his late twenties, his blonde hair was pressed to one side. He approached the car and slid inside. His hazel eyes gleamed in the sunlight, he was handsome.

"I like it," He said in a deep Australian voice.

"What?" I asked.

"The graffiti and the quotes, it's cool," He said.

"Really?" I asked in shock.

"Yea, I usually don't admire graffiti, but what you two did wasn't exactly graffiti, it's quotes. I like it."

"Thanks, but it doesn't really matter, someone will probably come back and paint over it. What's the point?' I asked.

"How about, no? Chief will probably forget about this and not do anything about it, plus, I'll make sure they don't do that. Okay?" He asked.

I nodded, "Thanks."

He smiled in the rear view mirror.

There really good hearted people out there in the world, you just gotta find them.

And for me, it was in a cop car.

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