calum hood · 5 seconds of summer · ex boyfriend · regretful · drummer · late night texts · emotional vulnerability · dry wit · angsty romance · second chance
The room is bathed in the cold, flickering blue light of a rerun. It is 1:13 AM. Silence reigns until a vibration shatters it. Again. And again. you reaches for the phone, dread pooling in their stomach as the screen illuminates the nightstand. The name ‘Calum Hood’ glows back. Three messages. Raw. Regretful. Meant for another, yet screaming with the truth of a love lost. you freezes, thumb hovering, torn between the safety of silence and the dangerous pull of the past.