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It Was A One Night Stand 'Til I Woke Up Next To You - Calum Hood

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Luke glares at me as I finish my fifth shot, but I just shrug and take another.
"Come on, Cal. You're being an idiot." He sighs finally, pushing my bottle of beer away from me. His eyes show me how stressed I'm making him, but I can tell underneath the annoyance there's worry.
"I need to forget, okay?" I say, hoping he'll understand and just let me get on with it.
"You don't need to forget!" He argues, raising his voice. A few people around us give him dirty looks, but he shrugs them off.
"Cal, you've realised that you're in love with someone, not that you've got some kind of incurable disease." He continues, quietly this time.
I grin sarcastically, finding his words amusingly ironic. Love is an incurable disease, and I'm not sure I want it. But, now I have it and there's no way I can get rid of it.
"Yes, but - she doesn't love me back. So I need to forget these feelings and move the hell on."
"You don't know that!" He exclaims, this time not bothering to lower his voice when the people in the bar glare at him. "In fact - I'm pretty sure she does love you back. Haven't you seen the way she looks at you?"
I shake my head, refusing to listen to him. He's just trying to get my hopes up.
"You're really getting on my nerves, Cal, but if a night out and a random hook-up is what you need to feel better then fine, I'll be your wing man. Let's get some more shots in."

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Fucking Luke. I'd left him for two minutes and he'd disappeared into a crowd of people. Tonight was supposed to make me feel better, but if anything I'm feeling worse. I still can't get [Y/N] off my mind, and no amount of shots seems to be curing that. If anything it's just making me want to call her and profess my love.
Feeling annoyed, I storm through the sea of people and drop myself down in a free booth. I need to collect my thoughts. The alcohol doesn't seem to be having its usual effect - I feel nearly as sober as when we started the night. Stupid feelings, I blame them.
I feel someone sit down next to me, and I see a glass full of colourful liquid get put down next to my beer. I don't want to talk to whoever it is - I just want to be alone.
"Hey," the person says, and I don't think I've ever moved so quickly.
"[Y/N]," I breathe in disbelief, taking a moment to absorb her beauty. "What are you doing here?" I ask her. Already I'm feeling protective over her; this club is kind of sleazy and I want her to be safe. This isn't the place for someone as perfect as her.
She shrugs, a smile playing on her glossy pink lips. "I'm just out with some of my friends." She explains, her voice slurring slightly. What friends exactly? Is she safe with them? I have the overwhelming urge to take her away from this place.
"Hey Cal?" She says, moving closer to me. For a minute I forget about our surroundings - all I can focus on is her and how close we are.
"Yeah?" I reply, and just like that she's kissing me. All rational thoughts escape my mind, and I focus all of my energy on kissing her. It is mind blowing. I didn't know kissing could feel this good. Her lips move perfectly against mine, as if they were made to do this. I can't think of anything other than how amazing this feels and how I'm even more certain that I'm in love with her.

We make our way out of the club, barely spending two seconds without our lips joined. She pulls me into the back of a taxi and tells the driver my address.

I know that this is a bad idea, but I can't stop myself. I know that [Y/N] is drunk and she only wants me for the night, but that fact isn't enough to deter me. She's too good for me, so I'm never going to get the opportunity to actually be her boyfriend - so this is as good as it will get. It's not enough, because I love her and I want her every night, but it's better than never.

Our hands are all over each other as we stumble through the door, our lips barely parting. She pulls my shirt off and runs her hands over my chest, sending desire sparking through my veins. I crash our bodies into a wall and pull her legs up around my waist, reducing whatever remnants of space there were between us. A moan slips out of her mouth and I fight against all of my urges not to tell her that I love her.
In between kisses she mumbles something about moving to the bedroom, so I carry her through the flat with ease and take her to my room. When we get there I lay her on the bed and take a second to admire her. She's the most gorgeous human being in the world, and I can't believe I'm getting a chance with her.
Before I get a chance, she pulls her dress over her head and throws it across the room, leaving her in only her underwear.
I'm pretty sure my jaw actually falls open when I run my eyes over her body. I can't stop looking at her - she's perfect. I want to kiss her, and I want to keep doing what we were doing, but she's mesmerising. I could look at her all day.
[Y/N] leans forwards and connects our lips once again, pulling me from my trance. She kisses down my neck as she begins to unbutton my jeans, and I can't help but moan. This feels so good. I've never felt this way before - despite how many hook-ups I've had. Everything is so much better with her.

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I'm startled awake by the noise of the fire alarm. [Y/N] is nowhere to be seen, which sends a pang of hurt through my body. I rush into the kitchen to find the problem, and my heart stops aching the second I see [Y/N] fanning the smoke alarm with a tea-towel.
"I'm so sorry," she rambles, her eyes wide and apologetic. "I wanted to make you breakfast but I burnt the toast and then the bacon. I'm useless, honestly. I'm so sorry."
I shake my head with a chuckle. "You're the cutest person in the world." I tell her, making her blush. The fire alarm stops and she slumps down on a chair in defeat.
I move to sit across from her and she immediately leans over the table and takes my hand. "Cal," she begins, her voice full of nerves. "About last night..." oh god, here it comes. "I know that you do this a lot, hook-ups I mean, so I know it didn't mean anything to you. B-but I just wanted to let you know that I don't. So, um, what I'm really trying to say is that last night did mean something to me, in fact it meant everything to me." She casts her eyes to her hands. "B-but it's okay that you don't feel the same. I just wanted to tell you."
The only thing I can think of to do is laugh, and the second the noise leaves my lips I know it was a bad idea. Hurt flashes through her eyes, and I wish I'd stayed quiet. But the idea that I don't feel the same is just so ridiculous that it's laughable.
"It would've been," I blurt, needing to get some words out before she starts crying. Now she looks confused. "I was gone hook up with someone last night, I mean. It would've been a one night stand. It was a one night stand. Til I woke up next to you, that is. I've been hooking up with people to forget about you and get over you because I didn't think there was any way you could love me back." I tell her, hoping that my words explain everything that I'm trying to get across. "I love you, [Y/N], can't you see that?"
The girl looks starstruck for a minute, and then her lips are on mine. I can feel the passion behind the kiss, and it's everything I could have ever wished for. "I love you too, Cal," she whispers onto my lips, and I'm pretty sure my heart stops. A wall of emotions hits me and my entire body feels weak. So this is what true happiness feels like? I could get used to this.

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40 votes!! wow! you guys are seriously the best! you've made me feel really great and given me the motivation to write this chapter, so i am very grateful. i hope you enjoy it!

anyway, up next is Ashton's version of this, and then a nerd pref!

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