Calum Hood's Secret Sister

Chapter 35

Catherine's point of view

Today was the best. We just all spent time together laughing and talking. They made me forget, or at least take my mind off, of the fact my dad was still in the hospital. But now it was three am and I was up, unable to sleep.

I plugged my earphones in and leaned back. Ashton decided to stay the night and he was fast asleep on my lap. We decided to watch some movies and he got tired and fell asleep on me.

Shh, don't tell Calum.

I leaned back and closed my eyes, hoping to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I felt Ashton turn and his breath was hitting my exposed stomach. I pushed my tank-top down, careful not to hit Ashton, and then relaxed again.

The song 'Alone Together' by Fall Out Boy filled my ears and I smiled. I loved this song.

I hummed the lyrics quietly and then sighed. I'm not getting any sleep soon so fuck it. I lifted my head up and opened my eyes. The living room was dark and the only light in here were the few streaks of moonlight that the curtain didn't cover.

Subconsciously, I placed my hand on Ashton's head and started playing with his long hair. It was so soft, oh my jesus. He nuzzled his face into my thigh and I giggled slightly. His hair was tickling my thigh.

I took one earphone out and looked down at Ash. Though it was dark, I could still see some of his features, and let me tell you all something, he looked so cute sleeping.

I looked at the rest of him and he was curled into a ball. His hand was between his legs and they were pulled up to his chest. The other hand was under his head and pressed against my lap.

"Shh," he said and reached up. His large hand covered my mouth and I laughed against it. "Shh!" he said again and I kept laughing.

He turned around and 'humph'ed. I grabbed my phone and turned it on. I opened the twitter app and turned my flash off as I snapped of picture of him.

With the brightness filter turned all the way up, you could see him just a bit, along with my hand in his hair. I posted it with the caption, 'he thought my lap was a pillow' and tagged him in it.

I turned my phone off and continued playing with his hair as I mumbled the lyrics to the song that was on. I accidently pulled on his hair and he let out a whimper.

Though I know he couldn't hear me, I muttered a sorry. I pulled my hand away and he whined. "No, don't,"

I placed it back and continued playing with his hair. "Are you awake?" I asked him, wondering if he's talking to me or sleep talking.

Or I was hearing things...

"Yeah," he mumbled and I nodded. Thank god, I'm not going crazy. He turned around again and I looked at him. His eyes were open and his lips were in a small smile.

"Normally," he started, in his very hot 'just woke up' voice. "It's the other way around. The girlfriend sleeps on the boyfriend's lap,"

"We're not normal," I said and he hummed in agreement. "Or dating," I said and he hummed once again.

"I wish we were," I heard him mumble and I blushed. "But we can't." He said and I looked down at him. "You probably like someone else anyways." He muttered, probably to himself but I heard.

"I don't," I lied. I did like Josh, but not nearly as much as I liked Ashton...well, I don't think I do. I just met the boy.

"Mhm," he hummed. "Sure you don't." He said and I frowned. "But let's not argue, it's the middle of the night and I'm tired still. I don't want to argue."

I stayed quiet and nldded my head, not wanting to fight with him either. I was being stubborn since I knew I liked someone else aswell, but I dunno, it's late at night and I have no idea what I'm saying.

"Ashton," I said after a long period of silence and he hummed. "When tour is over, and you come back home to Australia, promise me we'll try to figure out whatever this is. I'm tired of kissing you and not knowing what we are."

"I cross my heart," he said and his arm moved. I nodded and we stayed like this for a little longer. I know he wasn't sleepy anymore and neither was I.

"Can we go on an 'adventure' to the lake again? Thatbwas extremely fun." I asked shyly and he chuckled. "Please, no one needs to know. I'm bored and want to go somewhere."

"You always want to go somewhere now, don't you?" He asked me and I hummed in agreement. "Am I supposed to go in my sweats and tank-top?"

"I still have Michael's sweater, you can wear that." I said and he nodded. "But who cares? It's not like anyone is going to see us, its three, almost four am." I said.

"Fine," he agreed. "Go get dressed," he said and got off of my lap. "And bring me Mikey's sweater."

"Only if you Bring Me The Horizon," I countered and he chuckled. "But yeah, I'll bring you Mikey's sweater.

"Thank you babe," he said and kissed my cheek. I blushed at the action and then stood up. I made my way to my room, groaning as I hit multiple things.

I still had his sweater, but I want to wear that.

When I got to my room, I didn't get too dressed up. A pair of black leggings, a white long sleeve, a black sweater, and a pairmof white converse. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and then grabbed Michael's baggy ass sweater.

I left my phone in the room, not thinking I'd need it.

I tossed Ashton the sweater and he caught it. I giggled as he gave me a playful glare and I covered my mouth. What the hell, I don't giggle. And that wasn't even a cute giggle. It was the ones you did when you were five years old and heard the word 'butt'.

"You giggled, aww." Ashton said as he pulled the sweater on. He grabbed the keys off of the coffee table and I blushed. "Itnwas adorable, judt as adorable as you in my sweatshirt." He said and I blushed even harder.

"Let's go," I said embarrassed. He nodded and I opened the door. We walked out, locking it behind us, and went to my car.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

This was so bad oh my god. I am such a crappy writer. I apologize a million times.