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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.5

Part F I V E

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: let’s reach for 100, as usual! i really hope you guys enjoy this part as well (bc i kinda really like this part). im so happy to write this series and it makes me happy that ya’ll totally encourage me on it!!

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

I M A G I N E

Helsinki, 18:28 P.M. (last day in Finland, concert day)

“Where the fuck is it?” Calum growled, throwing Ashton’s clothing up in the air as he dug through his things. You watched in fear as Michael, Luke, and Ashton watched with you.

“Calum, calm down,” Luke begins, casually shoving his hands in his pockets. “We’ll find it, we just have to do it in a more civilized way.”

“Yeah, like stop fucking rummaging through my fucking shit for a moment!” Ashton yells, picking up his shirts and pants and folding them quickly and sloppily. You quickly rush to his aid, folding the clothing nicely and neatly on the bed for him. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“It’s no problem,” you say with a nod, folding his clothing while the boys deal with the abruptly angry Calum.

“I need my fucking pick, Ashton!” Calum roared, emptying Ashton’s luggage completely. “I swear to god, if you’re fucking hiding it somewhere--”

“Why the fuck would I hide your lucky pick, Calum?” Ashton countered, refusing to take Calum’s wild assumptions. “Unlike you, I’m not a huge dickhead!” Calum turned over at Ashton and gave him a sour look.

“Guys, cool it,” Luke began, stepping in between the two before something got out of hand. Luke nodded at Ashton before turning around to look down at Calum. “It might be with the rest of the equipment, okay? So let’s relax and stop harassing Ashton’s luggage.”

“Thanks, Luke,” Ashton agreed, nodded at him before grabbing the rest of his clothing to fold. “You can stop now, Y/N. I’ll ask someone to do it for me since we have to go rehearse and prepare for the concert.”

“Okay.” Obliging, you let go of Ashton’s shirt in the middle of folding and began for the door. The other boys exited quickly, but Calum was a little behind from the guys. You quietly approach behind him and sigh a bit.

“I’ll help you find the--” you began softly, approaching your hand to hold his shoulder. But Calum quickly swatted it away, feeling the abrupt impact on your forearm.

“I don’t need your fucking help!” Calum hissed. “Just do me a favor and leave me the fuck alone today.” You felt a little defeated, dropping your hand as your heart sank into your stomach.

“But what about yesterday?” You whispered, fondly recalling the sick Maori boy give you a hug in gratitude for taking care of him.

“Nothing happened yesterday,” Calum said coolly, opening the door and stepping into its frame. “So shut up already and hurry up.” With that, Calum rushed out of the suite and left you feeling a little torn.

‘Thank you for choosing to stay with me.’ How can he say that and claim it was nothing? You felt the strong urge to cry, but you didn’t want Ashton and the other boys to see it. But you felt a little defeated after yesterday’s win. Did Calum really think nothing of it? You willingly stayed for him instead of watching Michael show off his amazing guitar skills.

“Y/N!” A voice interrupted your thoughts as Michael Clifford stood in the doorway of the suite. “What’re you standing around for? C’mon then!”

“I’m going!” You insisted, smiling as Michael went and wrapped his arm over your shoulder. He walked the both of you out and closed the door behind you two before leading you down the hallway. Guards quickly surrounded you as you all entered the elevator and began descending the floors.

“Is everything alright?” Michael asked softly as the elevator was taking you down. “You held back a bit and I got a bit worried.”

“It’s alright, I was just double checking to make sure I had everything I needed,” you lied, patting your pocket with your key card, phone, and wallet.

“Rad,” Michael said, taking your lie with a polite smile.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You began as the elevator finally came to a stop and the doors opened. The guards led you out of it as several screaming fans came into sound.

“Shoot,” Michael said in your ear.

“What does Calum’s pick look like?” You pondered into Michael’s ear.

“Oh, it looks just like the rest of ours,” Michael began, shifting into his pocket to reveal a black pick with his printed name and signature engraved in gold. “The rest of us don’t use ours as often, but Calum uses his every single performance.”

“So it’s gonna have ‘Calum Hood’ and his signature?” You asked for confirmation.

“Yeah, his signature is just his first name and a smiley face beside it,” Michael mused, having you giggle as the two of you were finally led outside to the black Jeep awaiting you.

“Sorry for holding you guys back!” You apologized, going in first as Michael let you. You were in the back now between Michael and Ashton as Calum and Luke took the middle seats already. Calum scoffed a bit as the car was turned on and began pulling away from the hotel and mob of fans.

You all made it to the stadium in which the concert was being held, having you completely breathless and awestruck from the largeness of it. Fans were waiting behind the bars at the entrance, having the boys get out of the car first to greet the fans. But you were a little hesitant, as they were not your fans and didn’t exactly know who you were.

“C’mon now,” Ashton asked, offering his hand to you to help you out of the car.

“I’m a little scared, you guys are greeting them right now...”

“Yeah well, when else are you gonna come out the car and watch us practice?” Ashton humored, having you giggle before taking his hand and exiting the car. “Just stay next to me, alright? All you need to do is smile and say hi.”

“Okay...” you say with uncertainty in your voice. Leaving the car, you were introduced to multiple fans screaming the boys’ names and pleading for autographs. But you listened to Ashton and followed him, watching as he signed pictures and took photos.

“How’re you guys today?” Ashton asked them, receiving multiple excited responses in return. “I don’t think you guys have met her just yet, but this is my cousin, Y/N. She’s the ‘mystery girl’ that’s been joining us on our tour.” You blushed a bit before waving sheepishly. The fans went insane and offered hugs to you.

“Were you the one who took care of Calum?” One of them chirped, having you gulp while your heart raced.

“How’d you hear about that?”

“Michael tweeted yesterday about it!” Another one informed. Damn, you thought. I really should get on Twitter more.

“Uh, yeah, I did take care of him last night,” you admitted shyly, receiving a lot of ‘thank you’ and ‘yay’ from the fans as you took several photos and spoke with a lot of them. Ashton smiled warmly at the interactions as you resumed greeting.

“Okay boys, let’s go,” one of the executive managers called out, having all of you hurry up the greetings as you went to enter the stadium with the boys. As you did, you glanced over to see Calum at your right, looking distantly with a frown as the entrance was finally closed behind you.

“Y/N, come look at my guitar!” You were summoned by Michael, who was on stage for soundcheck. The other boys were doing the same, but Michael was the only one with his guitar plugged in to play aloud.

“Its very lovely,” you comment, staring at the shiny, sapphire guitar that Michael was holding. He smiled widely, having you smile in return.

“Sit over here,” Michael urged, grabbing your hand to sit you on the large amplifier nearby. Crossing your legs a bit, you watched as Michael plugged in his guitar to it and began to play. He was strumming the chords to Lost Boy.

“Oh my gosh!” You freaked out, feeling the loudness from your bottom as the loud sound sent vibrations from below. Michael began laughing out loud as he started playing the pre-chorus.

“I’m coming because I need to find you!” Michael began to sing, dancing around you as you contorted your body to keep your eyes on him. “Is anybody there, who can rescue somebody like me? ‘Cos I’m just waiting for somebody like you, somebody like you-- without you I’m a lost boy!” He stopped playing, allowing you to sit there and applaud him.

“That was amazing!” You entertain, smiling widely as Michael bowed and smiled in return. He put his guitar behind his back and went to pick you up. “Michael-- Michael!” You shouted, playfully hitting his back to have him put you down.

“I’m just so glad you liked it!” Michael cheered, hugging your thighs tight as he spun you in circles. The two of you laughed so hard as Michael stopped due to himself getting wildly dizzy.

“Hey.” Michael turned you both around to see a hotheaded Calum stare at the both of you sternly. “D’you mind not distracting Michael, Y/N? We have a show to practice for.” Slowly, Michael put you down as the both of you stared at Calum sheepishly. Luke and Ashton were looking over, too, giving you sympathetic stares as you slowly began to trot off stage.

“M’sorry, boys...” you whispered shyly as you led yourself off the stage and off to backstage where the team was working to make the concert perfect. Shoving your hands into your pockets, you glance back to see Michael yelling at Calum with inaudible words. Calum stuck with his moody face as he let Michael yell his words. You widened your eyes at the realization as to why Calum was this upset.

So, you set yourself on a mission to find Calum’s pick to change his mood.

19:54 P.M.

Where can this pick be? You’d been searching restlessly around backstage to find Calum’s pick. You’ve been searching box after box, lifting several wires, and even asked around for the small object. But still, you were stumped with no leads whatsoever. Especially with backstage being so dim, there was no way that you were going to find that pick with ease.

“Y/N!” You heard your name suddenly called. You rose from the ground where you were searching around a pile of aux cords and turned to see Ashton smile down at you. He was already styled hair and clothe-wise, and had his earpiece in his ear.

“Ash!” You say excitedly. “A few minutes ‘til the show, eh? Are you nervous?”

“Just a bit, but that’s the usual adrenaline from excitement!” Ashton mused, smiling as the sold-out stadium roared the bands name. “It’s always so amazing to perform in front of people who support us completely.”

“I can’t even manage it,” you say, smiling at how fond Ashton was with the fans and how they stand behind his career. “Where are the other boys?”

“They’re standing at left wing over there.” Ashton pointed at the boys, which caught their attention and had Luke and Michael wave at you happily. Calum was looking distantly at the crowd, seeming bothered by something that you figured was his missing lucky pick.

“Mm, and you get on stage first right?” You asked, receiving a nod from Ashton. You anxiously wanted the show to begin already so you can look for Calum’s pick. “That’s rad.”

“Uh, Y/N?” Ashton began, having you look up into his hazel eyes. “Why are you looking for Calum’s pick so hastily? He has another pick, he doesn’t need the lucky one.”

“I just want to be helpful,” you mumbled, your eyes looking down to scan the floor around you. “He seems bothered about it and I just don’t like that he is. It sounds stupid as he hasn’t treated me the best, but I simply don’t like that face he has on right now.” You sniffled a bit from frustration to think that the pick might not even be around at all. You then suddenly felt a pat on the head from a familiar hand.

“You’ve been so kind to Calum ever since you’ve arrived in our tour,” Ashton cooed, keeping his hand firmly on your head. “Don’t fret about this one little thing so much, okay? You’ve already done more than enough for him. Even if he doesn’t appear to like you, I am very sure he is gracious for what you’ve done for him so far.”

“Thank you...” you whispered, running into Ashton’s arms for a big hug. He wrapped his arms around you for a genuine embrace before a worker called for him to get on stage. “Go out there and rock it, loser.”

“Will do, dork,” Ashton joked, getting a soft punch on the shoulder from you before he darted on stage with his drumsticks. You watched as the boys one by one joined Ashton on stage as the crowd became deafening. Closing your distraction from that, you begin crossing off the places you’ve searched and tried thinking of other places where it could be.

His bass case! That’s it!

You rushed into Calum’s dressing room (with no consent, of course) and scanned around the room for the case. It took you several minutes as you had to go through multiple piles of clothing and chip bag wrappings. But finally, after a good half hour, you found the case in the shower of the bathroom.

“Calum sure is something,” you mumbled to yourself as you brought the large case into the small living room that Calum had. Sitting on the couch, you search through the entire case, inside-out for the pick. But you checked all the pockets and small hidden holes where the pick could be. You felt a little defeated as sweat began to stream down your head from nerves. “Fuck...” you muttered, holding the case by its strap as you sat there in thought. Your eyes began playing around, scanning the pitch black thing until you noticed a different texture.

“What is...” Your index finger gently rubbed against the smooth texture, which was entirely different from the thread-like texture of the strap. It was stuck through some of the threading as you grabbed hold of it and yanked it out of the thread. Turning it around, you saw Calum’s full name and his signature engraved in gold.

Right beside the signature, a cute little smiley face.

I’ve got to get this to Calum!

Your heart was racing as you stood at left wing where Calum was performing. Sweat was dripping down his body, highlighting all those toned muscles that you could help but get infatuated with. He was singing passionately, but his posture was bad, his back completely slumped like his mood.

C’mon, Y/N... just call for him! With great hesitation, you held the hem of your t-shirt with your free hand and called as loudly as you can.

“Calum!” You called, seeing as your yelling was not good enough. “Calum!” You tried once more, but the crowd combined was much louder than your one voice. Sighing, you found yourself growing frustrated from this somehow daunting situation.

You found yourself stuck between two options: standing there and doing nothing, or getting on stage and handing it to him yourself. But you couldn’t dare get on that stage could you?

Could you...?

Dammit, fine! You lifted your legs of jelly and dashed right on the stage. As you were finally inches away from Calum for him to hear you, you found yourself getting distracted by the thousands of fans that now have their eyes and cameras on you. Stage fright doesn’t necessarily exist with you as you haven’t tested it before, but truth be told, you now know that the stage life is definitely not for you. But you weren’t on stage for no reason, so you called out to Calum as loud as you can.

“Calum!” You screamed, relieved that his name finally escaped your lips. Calum turned to stare at you, horror filling his eyes as he continued playing Waste The Night. Your heart was close to ripping out of your chest as Calum stared at you with this strange intensity.

“Get the fuck off stage!” Calum scolded, having that echo loudly in the stadium by accident. But he was so focused at being angry at you that he didn’t realize how much attention he got all of a sudden. You felt like crying, but you had to give him the item you were searching for the entire time for him.

Sheepishly, you offered Calum his pick and dropped your head down to stare at the floor shamefully. Please take it so I can leave... Silence entered your mind as you waited for Calum to take the stupid pick. You could feel Luke, Ashton, and Michael staring at you with the thousands of fans that had come here to watch them perform.

Thankfully, the pick was finally out of your grasp and you quickly turned around and escaped the stage. You dropped down to your knees once you were deep backstage and alone. You were out of breath, and your brain was playing all sorts of thoughts as you shut your eyes and quietly cried.

23:05 P.M.

Music quickly came to an end as you leaned against the wall by the back exit of the stadium. Ashton had told you before the concert begun to wait there when the concert ended. So there we you, still a bit bloated from the tears and shaky from the experience you willingly caused and endured. You let out a shaky breath, but quickly had to collect yourself as the boys’ voices suddenly rang in the staircase of the exit.

“You there, Y/N?” Luke called out.

“Down here!” You responded, tapping your cheeks a few more times before turning to watch the boys rush down. They were still dripping with sweat, but the adrenaline was still kicking in their blood. “You boys killed it!”

“Thanks, Y/N!” Ashton, Luke, and Michael said in sync before rushing down to pull you in a sweaty group hug.

“Ungh, you guys are so gross!” You groaned, feeling a bit of sweat on your arms as they boys detached and laughed. You glanced up to see Calum trot down the stairs quietly, refusing to leave his gaze on the floor. You quickly looked away from him to look up at Ashton.

“So I see you found the pick for him,” Ashton mumbled, having you nod awkwardly as you watched your twiddling thumbs. You felt a hand pat down on your head and ruffle your hair a bit. “Good job.”

“Seriously, that was really cool of you to do, Y/N!” Michael cheered as he gently nudged your shoulder. “When Calum took it from you, he was having a blast and running around the stage!” Before Michael could gush some more, though, the Jeep honked from the other side of the exit.

“That’s our ride!” Ashton pointed out. “We’re going to a Finnish bar to celebrate tonight's concert-- the usual. Wanna come with us, Y/N?”

“Um...” you began, very hesitant about the idea of being in the same building as Calum... again. But you really did want to celebrate with the boys as they seemed very ecstatic and longed for your appearance. “I guess so, yeah.”

“Yay!” Muke cheered as they shook your shoulders and dashed out the door. Ashton trailed behind them, watching as the three giddily approach the Jeep. You start for the door as well, but you were suddenly halted by a gentle tug by the back of the hem of your shirt.

“H-huh--” you began, staying still as the hand let go of your shirt and the hem went loose once more. Footsteps were heard behind you as you saw the head of a shadow much taller than you.

“Hold on for a sec.” The voice of the Calum Hood rang through as you turned around and looked up at the almond-eyed bass player.

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