Ugh I wanna hold Calum's hand so fucking bad
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Dammit Cal, you don't know how many couples I've seen holding hands today.
And all I think about is your hands. Like the first time we held hands...
This week was the first week we started dating. Everything was going splendidly, of course, an-
And yOUR HAND JUST BRUSHED MINE.
Sparks are legitimately running up my arm, and my heart is beating faster than the time it takes for concert tickets to sell out.
I glance over at you, sitting beside me, as Michael tells us some stupid story about this curly haired guy he met the other day or something.
You smile at me, and look away. I blush, probably turning the darkest shade of red possible, but Mikey doesn't notice.
I figured that a simple hand brush was all it would be.
But then, just as you were commenting on Michael's story, you grabbed my hand, underneath the cafeteria table.
And damn, your hands are soft. And slightly calloused, probably from playing bass or something.
And I immediately love the feeling.
From that day onward, I was literally addicted to hand holding.
And nothing makes me feel as good as when my hand is intertwined with yours.
I miss you, and your large, calloused, comforting hands, Calum.
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Srsly guy hands are A+
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365 {cake/discontinued}
Fanfiction365 memories for every day that you are away. Or, an afraid, doubtful Luke counts down the days until Calum comes home. (lol I'm giving up 365 chapters is too much oops but you can read 135 chapters of bullshit if you want)
