Poppy's PoV

We arrived in Italy and headed straight to our hotel, checking in and unpacking for the few days ahead. Today was our rest day to explore the sights but then the next three days were straight performing days, with barely any time to ourselves. We knew we needed to make the most of today, so as I threw open my case and began unpacking my toiletries, Calum was busy unloading his clothes into the wardrobe. We worked hard for a while, making sure everything was done, before we both flopped down onto the king sized bed and relaxed beside each other. For a moment, we were quiet as we rested but, becoming bored very quickly, I rolled onto my side to face him and smiled, running my fingers through his hair as he let out a happy moan. He moved closer to me, inching himself further up so my fingers were massaging his head as his body moved in pleasure. He seemed tense.
I moved myself off the bed and sat on my knees, moving my hands from his hair to his shoulders where I massaged him more. His muscles were knotted and firm, stressed from everything that had gone on recently. I made sure to work through the tension as Calum practically melted under my touch.

"That feels amazing." He whispered as I moved my hands closer to the base of his neck. I let out a smile, proud of my work.

"What's made you so tense, Cal?" I said as I brought my lips to his jaw, kissing him down his neck and onto his shoulders. He exhaled heavily. My lips lingered on his skin as I spoke, noticing him shiver under my touch.

"You." He said lowly as he quickly spun himself round to face me, causing me to fall into him with a squeal and a laugh. My hands were on his chest as we gazed at each other for a moment before our lips found each other's again. We explored each other's bodies hungrily as we finally got the time with each other that we had both so desperately wanted. I finally pulled back as I, once again, kissed his neck.

"No but seriously... What's stressing you out?" He smiled, enjoying every moment of his time with me. My hands moved back to his shoulders as I massaged them once more, making sure that I was reliving the tension he had. With one harsh push, I dug my fingers into a tight muscle to release it and he let out a moan.

"Mmh. Naomi..."

Both of us froze, eyes wide as I jumped away from him, waiting for him to explain himself. My stomach dropped, my heart crumpled. Did he really just say that woman's name? Had she managed to make an impression so quickly that Calum thought about her while he was with me? I felt sick. I moved to get off the bed but he grabbed my wrist, his eyes pleading and apologising with everything within him.

"Poppy, I-" I whipped my wrist away from him without giving him a second to explain.

"I don't want to hear it." I snapped as I stormed into the bathroom, locking the door and rushing to switch the shower on. As the water heated up and splashed against the flooring, I began to sob. Hard, heavy, sickening sobs left my throat, ones I'd never cried before. I leant against the wall and slid to the floor, bringing my knees up to my chest as I rested my head on my knees, his words spinning round in my head. She was in his head, clearly more than I thought, and suddenly I felt like a fool. I should have realised her display would have attracted him, she was gorgeous and clearly they had a very intense history. He'd probably not fully gotten over her before he met me and I was what he could settle with. Never would I ever match up to Naomi.

"Poppy, please! Let me explain!" Calum banged heavily on the bathroom door, his voice only sending my body into a further depression. "It was a mistake. She was what had been stressing me out. I didn't mean to say- fuck!" I could imagine him stepping away from the door, all in a mess as he ran his hands over his hair and face. "Please? Just let me know you're okay?" I bit my lips together as I shut my eyes, contemplating whether to follow my head or my heart. I knew him, I knew he wasn't acting right now, he genuinely was sorry - but was he only sorry because he'd been caught? Had her name not escaped his lips would he have continued to think about her each time we were together? Every thought and feeling I had was fighting against the other, not knowing which way I should be pulled. I was about to spend months side by side with this man through the tour, barely getting a second away from him. Could we ever get through that if I didn't give him a chance to explain?

I sighed inwardly as I shut the shower off and trudged over to the door, unlocking it reluctantly as I walked straight past Calum in a daze and lay back down on the bed. Instantly, his words to me, well her, were back in my head and my eyes welled up.

"God... Poppy..." he said, his heart so heavy with regret I could practically hear it breaking from where I lay. He sat on the bed hesitantly, moving slowly closer to me as he gauged just how much trouble he was in. The truth was I already felt practically numb. Call it overreacting if you will, but I felt broken. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for-"

"It to slip out?" I snapped back.

"Yeah. Wait! No! I wasn't thinking about her, I was going to answer your question. It just came out at the wrong time." He was desperate for me to forgive him, but something in me told me he was lying.

"How often have you thought about her since she bumped into us at the airport?" I looked over at him suddenly, the rawness in his eyes mirroring my red eyes. Both showing we were wearing our hearts on our sleeves for now.

"What?" He questioned, infuriating me more.

"How often have you thought about her? Honestly?" Calum hesitated, trying to buy more time. "And if I find out you weren't telling the truth, you'll regret it." I threatened, though not quite sure what I was threatening at the time. He bit his lips together as he looked up to the sky for strength.

"I don't know, she's kind of always there. On and off. There's a lot of history you don't know about and it's just like seeing her again has caused the floodgates to open..."

I'd barely let him finish his sentence as I strode to the door, slamming it shut behind me as I took off, needing time to think and breathe.