Chapter 7

                                    

                                          
AN So I apologize for being an absolute fucking walnut but my computer died and they said I could either pay for a new computer or use the same amount of money and fix my old one. I'm already getting a new computer as a gift when I graduate, so it'd be pointless, so I had to find something that could suffice for now. I'm using my sister's old shitty computer, but at least it works. That's all I really need. Anyway! So I'll write Demon Luke tonight, just thought I'd post this for you guys since I've been gone for so long. I'll post demon luke when I get off work tonight. And I'll try to get my mikey fanfic started, I've got some good ideas :) Thanks for keeping up guys, I love ya [Also I'll answer your asks when I get home I gotta head to work] Enjoy xx

                          
Calum's POV
                          
	After I got Y/N's lingerie from the place, things weren't as awkward as before. But my thoughts would travel to the wrong places. I couldn't help but think how fucking sexy she looked in those cheekies, how damn wonderful her boobs were held up by the matching bra. I wanted her to wear that and only that for as long as possible. But my shirt was covering her up as well as the dime store sweatpants and I wanted to rip them off. I wanted to-
                          
	"Calum," her voice broke through my thoughts.
                          
	"What?" I blinked several times to get the image I had in my head to go away. It didn't.
                          
	"You're staring."
                          
	"No I'm not."
                          
	"Well, you were. I saw you, don't deny it."
                          
	"I wasn't, you're lying."
                          
	"Why would I lie about that. It's okay, I know how sexy I am in this-"
                          
	"Shut the fuck up." I interrupted her and fear once again washed over her face. I hated that I made her so scared all the time, but how else would I control her. If she wasn't afraid of me, she would have left a long time ago. And I couldn't let that happen. Not with everything about us going so smoothly. She could even help me, do more things for me.
                          
	"Calum?" she was more timid this time.
                          
	"What."
                          
	"What're you thinking about?"
                          
	"Why?" I snapped.
                          
	"I'm just trying to make conversation." Her eyes wandered down to her lap, trying to ignore the obvious tension. I felt bad for snapping at her, but I couldn't tell her what I was thinking. 
                          
	"Nothing, Y/N, just stop asking stupid questions."
                          
	She said nothing. She turned to the window and stared until she fell asleep. I didn't want to, but I kept thinking about her, in all the ways I could. I thought about how it'd feel to have her hands hold me, caress me, how it would feel to kiss her and hold her, and how it would feel to wake up with her under my arm. But most of all, I want to know how she'd feel like. If I were to fuck her. It's been on my mind all day, and I can't push it out. I can't stop thinking of her facial expressions under me, her little moans and screams. 
                          
	She had been awake for quite some time I would think because her eyes were on me and her eyebrow was arched. She stared at me, and made a quick glance down to my crotch. I followed her eyes, and sure enough I had an obvious boner. Just thinking about her gets me hard. Before, I had no urge to do anything sexual. Here she was with her cute butt and her amazing boobs, and I'm harder than a goddamn construction worker.
                          
	"Whatcha thinkin' bout?" Her playful personality had come back. I didn't know whether to yell at her or kiss her. I had no idea what to do. Should I kiss her? Last time I let my guard down around her, she almost got away. Not again. I love her, I do. But I don't want her to leave. Not yet.