We Haven't Forgotten

"This sucks." I mumble to myself, tipping my head against the cream colored wall.

"It's really nice to see you too, Janice." Calum smiles sarcastically.

"When did you become so sour?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I didn't."

"No, I'm pretty sure you did." I pause, "Look, Calum, they locked us in here so we'll make up right?"

"Yeah." He mumbles, still lying on the floor.

"So what if we just pretended to make up?" I ask. He looks at me, and frowns.

"Or we could ACTUALLY make up." He rolls his eyes. I shrug. My eyes unintentionally wander to his torso. God damn. I can still vividly remember how soft his skin was. How warm it was. I bite my lip. I remember what it was like to have his arms wrap tightly around me. What his lips feel like. "Stop staring at me." He smirks. I roll my eyes.

"I'm not staring at you."

"Do you think I'm sexy?" He teases.

"I think you know the answer to that." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah," He gets up, walks towards me. He puts a hand on the wall, right next to my head, inches away from me. "But I want to hear you say it." My eyes trail his eyes, his lips, his chest, everything. God how badly I want him.

"I can't." I whisper. "I'm sorry."

He smiles at me, "It's okay." He kisses my cheek, and lies back on the ground.

"How do you do that?" I ask.

"What." He mumbles.

"Change moods so easily." I shrug.

"I dunno. It's easy when you're in the same room as someone who drives you crazy. In both ways." He winks. I laugh. He pauses, "You know that Samuel guy likes you, right."

"Yeah."

"Do you like him?"

"No."

"Does he know that?"

"I dunno. Why do you care?"

"I think you know why." He rolls his eyes. I bite my lip. I really want to forgive him. I walk over to the door.

"Let us the fuck out!" I yell. No response. I grunt and slide down the door. "Why is it so fucking cold in here?" I ask.

"The window's open." Calum says.

"Can't we just climb out the window then?"

"No, its stuck open. Like, by two inches."

"Wonderful." I huff. I just sit in silence, but I'm pretty sure at some point he fell asleep. By the time it's night, the room is freakishly cold. Like, FREEZING. "Calum." I whisper. He doesn't respond. I'm in awe with how no matter how cold it is, and him being shirtless, he still seems like the warmest thing ever. By the point I'm shivering I get up. "This is purely for survival measures." I mutter, and lye down next to him. I can already feel the heat radiating off of his arm. I bite my lip. I scoot closer to him, so our arms are touching. He grunts, and rolls over, so his chest in pressed against me. Out of nerves, my breath starts becoming short and uneven. The room has turned almost pitch black, but I still feel like I can see him. By this point, I've bitten my lip so hard I can taste blood.

"J." He hear him mumble. He's probably sleep talking. "I'm so sorry." I furrow my eyebrows.

"F-For what?" I whisper, hoping he'd respond. He doesn't.

"I love you so much." He mumbles. "Now you hate me." It's quiet for a few minutes, "I wanna die." I sit up, and look at him. What? I poke his shoulder. I do it again, when nothing happens. My finger stays on his skin.

"God I want to forgive you." I whisper.

He groans, and opens his eyes, "What?"

"Oh, uh, nothing." Dammit.

"It's freezing in here." He looks over at the window, then at me, "Are you cold?"

"Yeah, I guess." I shrug. He gets up, and looks around the mostly empty room. "What're you doing?"

"Looking for a blanket." He bites his perfect lip, and looks in the two boxes in the corner of the room. "Here we go." He puts a blanket on me, and then lies back down, like a foot away from me.

"Uhm. Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah."

"Do.. You want to um.. Die?"

He hesitates, "Um. Well.. Y-Yeah."

"Why?"

He sighs quietly, and turns to me, sitting up, "You're kind of all I had."

"That's ridiculous, what about the guys? Your parents? Fame?"

"Ashton isn't talking to me. Luke is mad at me for not jumping up and down when you got here. Michael is only focused on getting us back together. My mom refuses to speak to me because I went on tour, and fame isn't really what it seems like." He explains.

"S-So you want to die... Because of.. Me?"

"Not because of you. Because I don't have you, I guess. I'm not trying to guilt trip you or anything. I've just kinda been a mess since we broke up." He shrugs. I look at the outline of his body. God.

"I really want to forgive you.." I bite my lip, "It's just that-"

"I know.. it's cool." He looks at the ground. I start thinking.. What Calum and I have doesn't come easy. I mean, what happens if I don't forgive him, and I never see him again? I bite my lip again.

"Calum." I whisper.

"Yeah?" He looks up at me. I look at him one more time, before I get up on my knees, place my hands on his warm neck, and smash my lips into his. He puts his hands on my waist, and lies me down on the floor. He hovers over me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. My hand tugs at the ends of his hair.

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