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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72. Chapter 72 : The Real Housewife of Hollywood

Helen's POV

 

I had an idea. And it was a good idea as well. All I had to do was convince my dad to give me the green card and I'd be on my way. I opened the door to my dad's home office. He was reading some papers and opening bills. I knocked lightly to announce my presence he looked up.

"Hi sweetheart," he said.

"Hi dad," I greeted. 

"Look dad, Calum will be coming back soon and I just wanted to ask if I could have the keys to the beach house so we could stay in it for a week or two, maybe," I said.

"The beach house?" He asked.

"Yea, and don't worry I won't break any of your vases or any of the furniture. Everything will be just in it's place."

"I'm not sure, Helen. It's probably all dusty and dirty from not being occupied in over a year," dad said.

"I'll clean it," I promised. "Please dad, I swear I'll be responsible."

He sighed, "Fine, but please, I was your age once too and I know damn well that you're probably not going to be responsible but I want you to try your best, okay?" 

I nodded, "Of course."

He got up and went to his cabinet where he held the keys to his different houses. He grabbed a set of keys and dropped them in the palm of my hand. I hugged him as a thank you.

"Awesome, now I have to head over there and start cleaning up. Only four more days, gotta start cleaning right?" I said as I turned on my heel and walked out of my dad's office. I poked my head back in the office. "the cleaning supplies are all still there right?" I asked. Dad nodded. "Great." 

I made my way upstairs and went into my room to get into a change of clothes. I was pretty sure I would be getting my hands along with myself dirty so might as well wear old clothes I don't care about. 

 

After driving to the beach house, I parked my car in the driveway. It was in a nice quiet street. The houses are usually occupied in the summer or when the owners are on vacation and want to stay right by the beach. The sun was shinning and beating down on me, but the cool ocean breeze was helpful. 

I looked up at the house. It was two stories high and the architecture was beautiful. I walked to the black mahogany doors that had a glass window. I unlocked it and stepped inside. It was cooler and it gave a sense of relief after being in the scorching sun. 

The interior design was amazing, just as I remembered it. The dark brown floorboards were a perfect combination to go with the white color on the walls. Two of the living room's walls had tall windows that touched the floor and then the ceiling. The white curtains were sitting at the far ends waiting to be pulled over. The glass walls gave a perfect view of the ocean. The turquoise fell upon the shore as wave after wave formed.

I drifted my eyes to the carpet, it looked clean but it still needed to be vacuumed. The light gray couch had sky blue and white throw pillows. There was a second couch to the left of it. It was smaller but still held the same decorations. There was a small coffee table in front of it that held a gray vase in the middle of it. The plasma TV hung on the wall. The remote controls were sitting on the table as well. 

I made my way to the kitchen The island was an even darker brown but the counter top was white marble. There was four white bar-like stools that sat on one side of the island. The light bulbs fell down from the ceiling. They stayed suspended firmly in their place. The fridge was silver and was empty. Looks like I will have to be grocery shopping. The pots and pans were all in their place. I nodded to myself before making my way to the second floor. 

I walked up the stairs and was faced with yet another amazing view of the ocean. I walked towards a door and opened it. I was met with the master bedroom. Now I know why they call it a master bedroom. The place was huge! Even bigger than my room back at my dad's house. The creme colored carpet surrounded the whole perimeter of the room. The queen sized bed sat in the middle and against the wall. The sheets were white but had black pillows. There was a small reclining chair next to it with a foot rest. The lights were carved into the ceiling and looked absolutely amazing. The TV was at the other end of the wall. It faced the bed. To the right of the bed was an enormous wall of glass. There was a door embedded in it. I walked over to it and slid it open. I stepped out onto the balcony. The barricade was also made of glass, but the rail was metal. There was two small lounging chairs that looked extremely comfortable. 

I went back inside and went to another door that must've been the closet. It was big as well. A walk-in closet. Double sided to divide the man and woman's clothes maybe. I closed it ans walked into the bathroom. There was no door and the only thing that divided the bedroom and the bathroom, was a single wall. The white marble floor shined under the florescent lights. There was a round white tub that stood up and off the floor. To the left of it was a two white circular sinks. A big mirror faced me. This would be great, Calum and I wouldn't have to fight over the sink. 

I walked further into the bathroom and saw a shower. It was surrounded by glass and the shower head towered on the far wall. The railing int eh shower held a white towel. I looked to my right and there was another door. There was a huge gap where the door should be, similar to the bathroom's entrance. I poked my head around it and the toilet sat in the middle of the small room. Not bad, I told myself. 

This is the perfect place for Calum and I to stay at for a week or so. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and walked back downstairs to get the cleaning supplies.

 

4 hours later, I had finished sweeping, dusting, cleaning out the fridge, moping, mirror cleaning and window cleaning because they were filthy. My stomach growled as I put away the broom. Turns out there was also a patio that led straight to the beach. It was nice. I smiled to myself and grabbed my phone and keys before exiting the house and closing it behind me.

Now all there's left to do is grocery shop. Piece of cake. 

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