Forget My Name - H.S

CHAPTER 6

CALLIE PRESTON

"What about Grease? That's a classic!" Niall says, flicking through the movies on the TV, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his spread knees. He was still wearing black joggers but had put on a plain white top with rolled sleeves. I'm pretty sure it was the same one he wore to the party, but I couldn't really complain about outfits seeing as I was wearing all of his clothes. I was still in the same boxers and striped t-shirt but had put on a pair of his Adidas shorts that surprisingly fit quite well.

After breakfast, I helped Niall and Louis clean up the kitchen. It made me more dizzy and nauseous because of all the moving around and the thought of Harry sitting next to me didn't make me feel any better. Niall suggested to sit and watch movies, which I happily agreed to. We watched a few action movies, which I usually really enjoy, but after watching 3 in a row, I didn't know if I could handle any more crime and violence.

"Yeah, we could do." I reply quietly, I wasn't really in the mood to watch any more movies but at the same time, I didn't want to go home.

"Are you sure you're okay Callie? I can take you home, you don't have to keep saying no." Niall says, turning over his shoulder from his position and looking at me with a worried look on his face. It was really lovely that he kept asking me if I was okay, but I didn't want to answer. I just wanted to sleep and wake up in 6 years' time when I live alone with my 4 dogs and freezer full of ice cream.

"Honestly, I'm okay. I really don't want to go home yet. I like it here and you give good cuddles." I say, tilting my head and smiling at him. He stretches out his arm, reaching round to my shoulder and pulling me towards him. I relax my body, allowing myself to lean into him and rest my head on his chest so I could hear his gentle heartbeat. He turns on the movie, tightening his arm around me and bringing it down to rest on my hip. There were no blankets in this house but it was very warm anyway so we wouldn't have needed one. I lay between his legs and he rests his head on the arm of the sofa.

It hadn't even been 24 hours since I had met this man and I was already cuddled up to him on the sofa. There was the strangest sense of comfort around him, I couldn't seem to wrap my head around it. I felt as if I had known him for years, a warm feeling of safety and happiness. It might've been because I wasn't used to men being kind to me, I only felt that way with Taylor and was always sceptical and hesitant around other men. But Niall was different. He was happy go lucky, sweet, and caring.

Something, maybe, I needed in my life.

"Jesus, get a room you two." I hear a voice from upstairs, causing us to both turn our heads towards it. Zayn was leaning against the balcony, still shirtless and staring at us with a smirk on his face. Niall flips him off and turns his head back to the movie, not giving him any more attention. I stay looking at him for a minute. He rolls his eyes back, grabbing the railing of the balcony, arching his back, and opening his mouth in a gasp. I furrow my brows and shake my head at what he was trying to suggest. What a child. I remember why I don't like men now.

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"Where's the bathroom?" I look up at Niall from where I was laying on his chest. Grease was almost finished but I really couldn't hold it any longer.

"Down the corridor on the left of the kitchen and it's the first door on the right." He says keeping his eyes glued to the TV. I slide out of his arms and off of the sofa, walking towards the kitchen and to the open door on the left. I walk down the corridor like he says, coming face to face with two black doors, either side of me on the white walls. Did he say right or left?

I grab the handle on the right, finding out quickly it was locked. It must be the other one then. I turn the silver handle, opening up to a dark room. Before I can take another step, a large hand comes up behind me grabbing the door handle that I was still holding and slamming the door shut. I turn my head over my shoulder to see Harry standing there, chest pressed against my back and green eyes glaring at me.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asks with a raspy voice as always. Even though he wasn't necessarily whispering in my ear like he has the previous times we've interacted, I still felt a cold shiver down my back as he spoke.

"I was just going to the toilet." I say back quietly, my body still facing the door with his pressed up behind me. He tried to make himself intimidating and although it worked the first few times, I was just getting annoyed by him now and I didn't really give a shit if he wanted to scare me.

"Wrong door. It's on the right." He speaks in the same tone as before, not moving. I turn around so my back is against the door now, him leaning either side of me with his large hands either side of my head. He was taller than Niall, which made me feel even smaller. I nod my head and go to move forward to the other door, realising it was locked because he was in there. As I go to move under his right arm, he slides his hand down the wall, preventing me from going any further.

"Don't ever go in that room." He whispers, leaning down to my ear, repeating the same movement he seems to do every time we talk. It really pissed me off this time, knowing he could just talk to me normally like he does with everyone else. Was it because I was a girl? Was he trying to seduce me and get in my pants like Niall joked about the night before?

"What's your issue?" I suddenly snap, not even intending to. I just got so heated and annoyed that I spoke without thinking. "Why do you keep doing this to me? Whispering in my ear like a fucking creep. Just leave me alone. I'm not scared of you and I'm not going to sleep with you!"

I push his broad chest backwards, feeling the cotton of his black t-shirt in my palms. He budged slightly, his hands still managing to stay pressed to the door. I felt like such an idiot, I was smaller and weaker than him and wasn't going to win this fight, no matter how angry I was. He looks at me for a second, a small smirk curling on his lips before he started to laugh quietly.

"Seems like someone's a bit angry." He says, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow, smirk still plastered to his face. I took a good look at his face, analysing every feature from his sharp jaw to his naturally groomed eyebrows. He definitely was attractive, but he knew he was and that's the issue. He was a fuck boy and a dickhead, and I wanted to punch him in his pretty little face.

"Fuck off, you self-centred prick." I say, shaking my head and making a disgusted face. He dropped his smirk immediately, glaring at me once again. His chest pressed back into mine and I could see his tattooed arms bend next to my head, his biceps becoming tense and larger. I could hear his quite breathing and steady heartbeat which was weirdly comforting and soft. He leans into my face more. I was expecting him to whisper into my ear again, like he did every other time, but he didn't. He pressed our foreheads together and stared right into my eyes.

"I suggest you don't say that again, princess." He speaks gently, his raspy voice softening and staying very calm.

"And why shouldn't I?" I ask back, copying his soft tone. He pauses, flicking his eyes between mine and parting his plump, pink lips very slightly. I could still feel his heartbeat against my own chest, and it gave me a sense of comfort, knowing he wasn't angry as his heart wasn't racing and his breathing wasn't getting any quicker. He looks down at my lips and back up to my eyes, flicking between them again. He then pushes his hands off of the door, standing up straight in front of me and not replying to my question. He clears his throat, before pulling at the hem of his t-shirt and walking off towards the door that leads back into the kitchen.

I was suddenly left alone, confused as to what just happened. He didn't intimidate me anymore, he just pissed me off. But those last moments were quiet and soft, I felt relaxed and calm.

I shook my head, going into the bathroom before I overthought the whole situation.

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