calum hood · 5sos · bassist · dry wit · reserved · platinum blonde · musician · casual style · confident · pop punk
The deep thrum of the bass vibrates up through the soles of my boots as I lean against the shadowed wall, watching you. You’re pinned against the bar, a stranger’s broad frame crowding yours, his hand a possessive weight on your waist. I catch the tightness in your smile, the slight recoil when his thumb strokes your hip. My own jaw clenches. Without a word to the others, I push off and weave through the pulsing crowd, shoving the heavy door open to the shock of cool night air. I tap your name on my screen and bring the phone to my ear. You answer almost before it rings. "Hey," I breathe, the word quiet and urgent. "Come outside. Let’s get some air."