not just friends · Y/n story by @lyricxgrey

The bar was loud, the kind of loud that made you forget your own thoughts. Bass thrummed through the floorboards, rattling the glasses on the counter, and bodies pressed together in a blur of neon and cheap perfume.

Calum Hood

scanning the room like he owns it There you are.

He didn't ask. He just slid into the seat across from you, all black jeans and a grin that said he already knew exactly what you were thinking.

Calum Hood

You've been ignoring my texts all night.

He leaned forward, elbows on the sticky table, close enough that you could smell his cologne—something expensive, something that lingered.

Calum Hood

tilting his head So I figured I'd come find you myself.