if walls could talk // calum hood

chapter three 💕

"excuse me miss!"

i turn around to 2 security guards standing behind me. two seconds ago i was laughing and talking excitedly with my friends in the line and making new friends now i'm being pulled out of the line to talk to security. terrified of not being allowed into the concert, i oblige.

"um, hello?" i say to the security.

"hello miss, could you come with us please"

"why"

"questions are not required miss, please just follow along" they say.

i wave goodbye to the people in the line and pout, my heart is actually sinking. this was the last night i was going to be at the shows this year before the boys leave australia and i fly back to new zealand tomorrow afternoon and i'm being kicked out before i even get in. i feel myself tearing up but try and collect myself and hold it together, i feel like if i just ask them what i've done wrong and explain myself maybe they'll let me leave.

"is this her sir" one of them say pointing at me.

"yeah thanks" i hear as this other guy walks towards me.

"look i don't know what i've done wrong but i'm not that peso-"
he shuts me down before i can finish.

"you aren't in any sort of trouble or anything, someone just wants to speak with you" he says and gestures that i follow him.

we walk into the actual area room and i see them setting up ashton's drums and putting them on the drum platform and arranging the boys microphones stands in their order that they're always in. michael on the left, luke in the middle and calum on the right. it's all so surreal and crazy to me, they only other time i've seen something like this was when they were taking the things down from soundcheck.

"here" the guy says and points at the door.

i look up at him confused and ask what's going on.

"mr. hood wanted us to find you" he says slowly.

i just stand there confused, i'm not sure if what i had heard was right so i ask.

"yes, multiple security have walked up and down the line looking for you, he can't come out himself obviously so we had to look for you... go in and see him"

for some reason, it actually scared me and i wanted to cry but i bit my lip hard and pushed the door open.
he was laying on the couch with hoodie pulled together with the drawstrings so it went over his eyes.

"knock knock" i say when i get inside making him take the hood off his face.

"omg they found you. i'm so glad, i had almost given up" he says rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"they're pretty clever" i laugh.

he sits up and pats the seat next to him for me to sit. i sit down and we stare at each other for a few seconds, my mind is everywhere... i wonder if my friends are worried about me or wondering if i've been escorted off of the arena grounds?

"cal, did you need anything though like... i was kinda scared when security just came up to me and wanted to take me away, i still haven't really had an explanation"

he looks at me for a while in a really sympathetic way almost as if he feels bad about what happened.

"i didn't mean to cause drama" he says slowly.

"cal you didn't cause any drama at all" i say and run my hand through his messy hair.

he obviously feels like he has done something wrong because he sighs and looks down and just says " you can leave if you want to leave, i just wanted to see you"