if walls could talk // calum hood

chapter five 💕

i can hardly sleep, i just keep watching the numbers on the clock changing but i have so many questions for calum like why me?
i decide that it's best not to ask him because i don't want to make him mad and it to sound like i'm complaining because i appreciate the attention from him and i really do like spending time with him. who would've thought i could like him even more.

suddenly it's 6:45am, i get up and look at myself in the mirror on the door, great i look like i've been run over by a truck multiple times.
i slowly do my makeup to make myself look and feel more alive.

"you're up already" cal calls from the bed.

"yeah well... yeah, i couldn't really sleep" i say walking in and sitting on the bed.

calum starts to put his things back in his bag and get dressed slowly.

"so what's the plan then" he eventually says.

"what plan"

"today's plan, you still cool with coming back to LA"

"i thought we were going to see mumma joy"

cal raises an eyebrow and laughs.

"it was a test, we aren't. you still haven't told me, you down or nah?"

i roll my eyes and say yes for the third time and walk out of the room calum slowly dragging himself behind.

"i always have such a sore back after hotel beds" he moans.

i have to go up to where i was staying and get all my stuff. cal waits underneath an old oak tree for me to grab everything and shove it in my suitcase. i run down the staircase back to him.

"we could have just brought you new stuff" he laughs.

suddenly we're at the airport going and i'm looking down at my name nicely printed on a glossy new airplane ticket calum handed me, he keeps talking about how there's a lot of shops and city life in LA and that he thinks that i would fit in there just fine and be happy there.
i'm not very confident when it come to planes and flying, it's an unnatural feeling and it gives me some sort of anxiety or creeps but i don't know why because every flight i have taken the turbulence has been minor. calum can obviously tell that i'm nervous for a long-haul flight because he turns and looks at me and asks me if i am okay.
a screen from the ceiling of the plane drops down and the inter-flight safety video begins showing the safety position, the exits onboard the aircraft and how to put on the oxygen mask if the plane goes down which makes me sigh. finally it's over and the plane starts taxing backwards then forwards down the runway for takeoff.

"they legally have to show that shit, sometimes i think it's unfair because it makes people unnecessarily nervous" calum says.

he taps on the tv screen in the seat in front of us and there's a distance tracker showing the distance from the airport to the LAX.

"see, we only have about 22 hours up here" he laughs.

the plane is still taxing but suddenly turns sharply and the speed increases, babies start crying and the wings start adjusting themselves for the flight. i check my phone and the time one last time and calum offers me his hand and turns my head to look at him just as the plane tips backwards and the wheels leave the ground.

"see, we're up and we lived! now that all that's over he's going to straighten us out to be like this and then it's like that all the way" he says putting his other hand flat.

i giggle and learn forwards to look out the window to look at the view quickly while calum shuffles in his pocket and then offers me an airpod and puts his playlist on shuffle, bartender by T-pain... such an iconic bop from my childhood.
i take one last look out the window and hold onto cals hand again.

bye australia, thanks for everything and you treated me so well.