Forget My Name - H.S

CHAPTER 8

CALLIE PRESTON

"You're a million percent sure you don't want to come?" Taylor asks, leaning on my front door frame whilst Stella was grabbing shoes from my bedroom. Stella had messaged Louis and managed to get us invited to the boys party, which I was not attending, and she needed shoes to go with her outfit. Despite her being a few inches taller than me, Stella and I wear the same size for everything so we're constantly borrowing each other's clothes and shoes.

"I want to go, of course. But I can't because I've got to look after the girls, and I don't want everything going to shit whilst I'm gone." I reply, sitting on the bottom stair in my black leggings and baby blue crew neck. The sound of Cinderella was coming from the living room where my sisters were eating their dinner because I tried to get them to eat at the table, but I couldn't deal with the fight today. It's been two weeks since my mum has gone and although things are mostly under control, Sophia and I are still struggling to keep them calm.

"Okay, I understand. Call me if anything happens and I'll be right round to chop off their legs." Taylor says, running over to Evie who's just walked into our conversation, picking her up and holding her upside down, ticking her belly so she bursts out in laughter.

"Be careful, she's just eaten!" Sophia says, walking down the stairs behind me. She crosses her arms and leans on the banister, standing a few steps above me. Taylor puts Evie down with wide eyes, messing up her hair in his hand before she runs back into the living room. Taylor and Stella were always so good with my sisters and I know the girls loved them coming over.

"Stella, are you ready?" Taylor shouts up the stairs, making Sophia and I turn our heads towards my bedroom door.

"Yep." She replies, coming out of the door with a slight bounce in her step. She was wearing a light pink checked bodycon skirt with a white strappy crop top and a white cardigan. Her shoes were my pink old skool vans that matched perfectly with the skirt. Her hair was straightened and fell down over her shoulders and her makeup was natural like always.

"Why are you literally the prettiest person on the planet?" Taylor asks, shaking his head. He was wearing his classic black skinny jeans and vans with a plain white t-shirt tucked in, a black short sleeved shirt unbuttoned over the top.

Stella shrugs her shoulders at the comment, her face blushing slightly. She gets to the door where Taylor is, turning back around to me with her hands clasped in front of her.

"Have fun and don't get too drunk." I say, pointing my finger at them both.

"Alright mum." Taylor rolls his eyes and stands up straight.

"You look so pretty!" We all hear a voice from the living room, causing us to turn our heads and see Arabella standing there in her purple Frozen pyjamas with her tiny hands over her mouth.

"Thanks so much." Taylor says, popping his hip out and pretending to flick his hair behind him. She giggles at him, walking over and reaching her arms up so he would pick her up.

"I mean Stella!" She says in Taylors arms, grabbing a piece of Stella's hair and flicking it around before letting it go again.

"Thank you, Belles." Stella replies, spinning around and showing off her outfit. She puckers her glossy lips, leaning in towards the 4 year olds face and giving her a big kiss on the cheek. Arabella flinches at the gesture, rubbing her hand up and down her cheek to remove some of the gloss that just transferred.

"Right, we have to go now. Be good for your sisters and tell Evie and Isla that if they fight, I'll send the police round to arrest them. Got it?" Taylor says, watching Arabella widen her eyes and nod her head. "I love you."

Taylor then kisses her on the cheek before putting her back on her feet, so she runs off into the living room.

"I love you too. Call me if you need anything." He turns back to face me, flicking his eyes between Sophia and I.

"Bye, I love you both! Have fun!" I say, watching Stella close the door behind her with a wave. I would be lying if I said I wasn't jealous of them and wanted to get ready and run out the door with them, but I knew I couldn't. I'll just put the girls to bed and watch a movie instead.

*

"Callie, there's someone at the door for you." Sophia whispers, poking her head round my bedroom door. I was sat on my bed, curled up in a blanket watching The Great Gatsby. I furrow my eyebrows, trying to think of who could be at the door. If it was Mum, Sophia would've just let her in and told me it was her and the same with Taylor and Stella.

I pause the movie and get up from my bed, grabbing a grey hoodie and putting it over my pyjama top to cover me up a bit. I walk down the stairs to see the front door open and a dark figure standing with their back to me. It's about half 11 at night so the house is dark except from the landing light behind me. They turn their head round at the sound of me coming down the stairs and our eyes meet.

Harry was standing at my front door, hands in his jean pockets and eyes bloodshot.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I whisper, grabbing the front door with my right arm and leaning into my left hip. I look at him with a confused and slightly angry face whilst waiting for an answer.

"Hello to you too." He says back, voice louder than mine and words slightly slurred, allowing me to realise he was drunk.

"Harry, I thought I made it clear I didn't like you. Why are you at my house? How did you even find my address?" I say angrily, keeping a quiet volume so my sisters didn't wake up and make a fuss. He still stood there with his hands in his black jeans, a short sleeved navy t-shirt on his body and brown Chelsea boots on his feet.

"Niall gave it to me." He shrugs his shoulders as if this wasn't the weirdest thing to happen.

"Alright but that doesn't explain why you're here." I say back. He looks up at me, keeping his bloodshot eyes fixed to mine. He then slowly draws his eyes down my body and back up again.

"Fuck." He whispers. The simple word sent a cold shiver down my back.

"What?" I question, confused as to what he meant.

"You're so fucking hot."

I widen my eyes at his statement, another shiver going down my back as I watch his tongue graze over his bottom lip before he bites it and takes a deep breath. I don't know why he was at my house telling me I was hot. Especially as he had been creepy to me. And to top it off, I was wearing black pyjama shorts, a grey hoodie, and a low ponytail.

"Harry, please just leave." I say quietly, too tired and stressed to even care about what he has to say. My evening was going fine until he turned up.

"Why?" He questions.

"Because you're a fucking creep!" I raise my voice slightly, wanting him to just leave me alone. I go to close the door but before it shuts, I see his ring covered fingers latch around it, preventing it from closing any further. I try my best to push it but he's a lot stronger and forces it open, walking towards me as I walk backwards. I only stop walking when my back reaches the wall on the right of the stairs, just before the kitchen. Before I can take another breath, he wraps his hand around my neck, pushing against it so I gasp.

"What did you just call me?" He asks, gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw.

"Harry, please my sisters are asleep." I say between breaths, hands flat against the wall as he tightens the grip around my neck.

"What did you call me?" He repeats, completely disregarding my last statement and keeping his green bloodshot eyes fixed to mine.

"I called you a fucking creep." I answer. He suddenly loosens the grip on my neck, so I gasp loudly, catching my breath again. He keeps his hand close to me, curling his fingers into a fist with his thumb poking out.

"If you ever call me that again, I won't be afraid to slit your throat." He whispers deeply, his voice going raspy. He takes his thumb that's pointed out and slides it slowly across my neck in a cutting motion making me shiver and pinch my eyes shut. "Okay?"

I nod my head and open my eyes, watching him walk over to the front door, closing it behind him. I take a deep breath and walk into the kitchen, getting myself a glass of water and sitting at the breakfast bar with my head in my hands.