twenty-nine.
thirty.
thirty-one.
thirty-two.
thirty-three.
thirty-four.
it was just another restless night for calum. another night where he lay alone in his bed, counting the channels as clicked through them.
he hated this. being alone. being bored. he wanted someone beside him; even if they shared no feelings, he just wanted someone beside him so he could be warm at night.
he'd had enough. he's going to go find her. and he's going to find her tonight. no more of this mopey, sad, alone calum. she was out there, she had to be.
she was just waiting for him to come and find her.
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Fanfictionin which calum is a lonely thirty-five year old who just so happens to fall in love with a vibrant eighteen year old girl in just one day. but that's just a metaphor. 25% of the C.A.L.M series for 5 Seconds of Summer. Copyright MrsBreannaHoran030
