Forget My Name - H.S

CHAPTER 3

CALLIE PRESTON

After our awkward interaction today, I'd recognise that face from anywhere. The boy I said I would never see again. The most beautiful man I've ever seen, was standing right in front of me.

"Hi," He says, smiling and raising his finger away from his cup, pointing at me. "You're that girl from earlier, aren't you?" He scrunches his eyebrows, confused as if he isn't sure if he's right.

"Yep. That's me." I reply, nodding my head slowly and fiddling with the rings on my fingers that were gripping onto my cup for dear life.

I feel a nudge to my thigh, noticing Stella was looking at me. She quickly widened her eyes, indicating that she was shocked about the boy that I had told her about earlier on. I give her a quick smile and eyebrow raise, taking a sip of my drink before facing back to the two tall men in front of us.

The man standing on the right of Bathroom Boy was taller than him by a few inches, slightly broader shoulders and dyed blonde hair in a kind of pushed up, kind of swept over motion. It was slightly messy and made to look as if he didn't try (he definitely did). He wore a white t-shirt with rolled up sleeves that showed off his toned biceps and black skinny jeans that looked way too tight on his legs. On his feet were black hi-top converse just like mine. He must've noticed I was looking down at them because his right foot edged forward, tapping our toes together.

"You copied me." I said, looking back up at him with a pouty face. I've suddenly found a wave a confidence in me to talk to him. It must've been the vodka and two tequila shots, that we did before coming, starting to kick in.

"Sorry babe." He says with a prominent Irish accent, looking at me with the same facial expression as my own. I laughed a little bit making him laugh too. His teeth were perfectly straight, and his smile was just gorgeous.

Shit, he was really fucking cute.

"What were your names sorry?" The brunette boy on the right says, flicking his eyes between us.

"I'm Callie and this is Stella," I say, the confidence still rushing through me. "What are yours?"

"Niall and Dickhead." The blonde haired man says pointing at himself and then hitting his friend in the crotch, who immediately folded forward and groaned in reflex.

"Louis." He says, standing back up with his eyes scrunched.

"Nice to meet you both." Stella says with a small smile creeping across her face. She takes a sip of her drink and bats her eyelids up at Louis. She wasn't purposely trying to flirt, she's just a natural.

"Likewise." Louis replies, giving Stella a quick nod, putting his empty cup on the grass by his feet and stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"You both single?" Niall says, looking me up and down. I roll my eyes at him, clasping my hands in front of me, my cup still gripped in my right hand and my phone in my left.

"Yep," Stella replies quickly, "Are you?"

"Yes ma'am." Niall looks at me again, winking at me with his bright blue eyes.

"How come you're here if you don't know anyone?" Louis says.

"Our friend Taylor dragged us along. He left us at the door, and we've got no idea where he went so if you see Shawn Mendes walking around give us a shout." Stella looks around the garden and draws her eyes back up to the house, looking for Tay but also trying to avoid awkward eye contact.

She's always been more confident when speaking to people, I usually hide behind and let her do all the talking. But I still notice that she doesn't like to keep eye contact, meaning were not so different after all.