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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54. Chapter 54 : Fucking Adin

Helen's POV

 

"TEN MORE!" Adin shouted.

I groaned. I've been doing sit-ups for the past minute and my body felt weak. 4 months of not working out was a very bad idea. After doing the ten more sit ups, I lay back. My chest violently heaved. 

"Two minute break, then we start cross fit," Adin said breathlessly.

I almost started crying. My muscles screamed for me to stop. We already weight-lifted, bench-pressed and basically anything that has to do with weights. I'm almost positive we worked every muscle in our body.  Not to mention we ran two miles on the treadmill.

"Alright, get up, time for cross fit," Adin interrupted my thoughts. I lifted my arms in the air and Adin took my hand before lifting me to my feet. 

 

 

I feel like I'm dying. 

30 minutes after doing an intense cross fit workout, my body felt obliterated. 

"I fucking hate you," I told Adin breathlessly.

"You'll thank me later," He reassured me before handing me a water bottle. I shook my head and took the bottle before twisting off the cap and drinking half of the cold water. The water was very refreshing to my dry and thirsty throat. 

"I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow," I muttered. 

"What a workout, huh?" 

"Yea, I mean my body officially doesn't work, but I'm okay," I joked.

He laughed and sat next to me on the cool concrete floor. We sat in silence and stared blankly at the horizon. 

"Good times," Adin said.

"Good times," I agreed. "You better carry me to your car because my legs are wrecked."

He laughed, "Who's gonna carry me?'

I laughed.

 

*Next Day*

 

I opened my eyes and was met with my dark room. The sunlight tried to fight it's way through,  but my black curtains wouldn't allow it. I was hugging my pillow and I felt Billie Joe curled up next to me. His head rested on my back. I haven't even moved a muscle but I already felt the pain of being sore. Dreading every movement, I finally moved my legs and immediately regretted it. I groaned in pain as I shifted my entire body to face Billie, who was staring back at me. Unamused. 

"Hi boy," I muttered.

I heard a pair of screams from the bedroom next to me. Followed by a worried Aunt Clara. "Girls?" She said. I heard her footsteps up the stairs. I paid it no more attention and buried my head on the pillows, trying to avoid responsibilities that came with the day. 

I'm gonna murder Adin once this pain is gone. My whole body was wasted, I had no more strength to lift myself off my bed, but then again I didn't want to get off my bed. My bedroom door suddenly flew open. I poked my head out of the pillows.

Aunt Clara stood there, disgusted. She scoffed, "Stop being so lazy and get up! We have a party today and lots of things to do."

"A what?!" I asked, but before I could get a reply, Aunt Clara left the room. I sat up and my back muscles ached, I tenaciously swung my legs off the bed and stood up. With every step, I let out a groan. I looked at Billie, who stared back. He is pretty strong. I considered getting a sled and tying it to his collar to just drag me downstairs. In the end, I decided against it. 

I opened my bedroom door and walked out. Slowly making my way down the stairs. I gripped the wooden railing at every step for support. Dad stopped in front of the stairs and looked at me, confused. "What happened to you?" he asked.

"Adin made me work out yesterday," I replied.

"Ah, I see," He said clearly understanding the situation. 

"Can you carry the rest of the way down?" I asked. 

He climbed the stairs and I held my arms out like a child waiting to be picked up. Dad lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder, I groaned. He carried me downstairs while me body flailed like a rag doll. Dad sat me on a stool near the counter.

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem."

"What's this talk about a party?" I asked.

"It's a business party and it's not even a party. All my co-workers and their families will be here to eat dinner," He explained.

"Oh right, the annual gathering of rich guys," I said.

"Helen, we're not all rich."

"Well Aunt Clara thinks you are."

"And what do you think?" he asked.

"I think, that if we have what we need and we have a roof over our head and food to eat, we're fine."

He smiled slightly. 

"I don't have to wear a dress do I?" I asked.

"You can wear whatever you want. I'm sure you're only gonna come downstairs for the food then go back to your room," Dad said.

I snorted/cackled. My phone blurted out Calum's ringtone. I pulled my phone out, "Calum's calling," I said smiling. I slid off the stool and made the short but aching trip to my backyard. I answered the call once I closed the door behind me. 

"Hey Cal," I muttered.

"Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" He asked.

"No, I'm just so sore," I groaned.

"Why? What'd you do?"

"Fucking Adin," I said.

"What?!" 

 

Calum's POV

 

"Oh wait, rewind, not like that," Helen quickly said. 

"Then what?" I persisted.

"We did an insane workout and my body was obliterated after it and it still is. It's gonna take a while for the pain to go away," She explained.

"Mhmm."

"I'm serious Calum, you can tell my Dad, he had to carry me downstairs. I mean I almost made Billie drag me down the stairs!" She said.

I laughed, that would be really funny. "Okay, I believe you," I concluded.

"Thank you."

"So how'd you sleep, darling?" I asked.

"Peacefully, until I woke up of course. I could've slept all day. Also Dad is having a business gathering with all of his co-workers and their families, so I want to be far away as possible."

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't like talking to all of these people and their sons/daughters can be a bit snobby and stuck up rich kids. Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends, super rich kids with nothing but fake friends."

"That rhymes," I laughed.

"Yea! Plus half of the sons either smoke or snort cocaine."

"Gotta do it at least once in our life right?" 

"Right, but that's because they got money to buy pounds and pounds of that shit," She said.

"And you've never done any of that?" I asked.

"Not yet," She muttered.

"Promise to me right here, right now that you will never do any of that stuff. No drugs, no cigarettes, no nothing. Please," I begged.

"As long as you promise as well," She said.

"Alright."

"Then, I promise."

"I promise."

And we added another promise to the long list of promises we're yet to break. 

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