Forget My Name - H.S

CHAPTER 9

CALLIE PRESTON

"Hello midget." Niall says, opening the front door. It's been another week since the party and my interaction with Harry, my mums come home luckily, and Sophia assured me that it was okay to go out. So here I am, at Niall's house for 'boys day'.

"I'm not even that small." I reply, crossing my arms over my t-shirt. Niall told me to dress casually and as it was midday in July, it was hot, so I wore a white oversized t-shirt that had a random car sunset drawing on it, black biker shorts and white Sk8-Hi Vans. I look up at Niall who was in blue jean shorts, no top and a black backwards snapback on his head. He had black sunglasses hanging off the belt loop of his shorts and I could see the outline of a cigarette packet in his pocket.

He opens the door wider, allowing me to step into his house. It looked exactly the same as how I remembered it, the only difference being the large glass doors next to the living room were completely open so you could see into the large garden. We walked further in and right back out to the garden, feeling the warm summer air again. There was a table and chairs in the middle, all the other boys sat around it. None of them had shirts on and were all in different shorts, sunglasses on their faces and cigarettes in their hands or mouths.

I walk over to the empty chair and sit down, putting my hands in my lap. Louis looks up to me from my left, smiling through his sunglasses. I smile back at him and look over at Harry. He was sat on a chair directly opposite me, the sun beaming down right onto him and sunglasses covering his green eyes. His skin glows in the light, tattoos looking darker and muscles more defined. He leans back, putting his long legs up on the table and placing a lit cigarette between his lips, taking a drag, his jaw clenching and cheek bones becoming more defined. Who knew damaging your lungs could be so attractive?

He must have noticed me looking at him because he tilts his head forward, holding the cigarette between his long fingers and moving the sunglasses up so they weave into his curls and sit gently on his head. His green eyes lock into mine as his mouth forms into a smirk and his dimple pops slightly. He then winks at me before leaning back again and closing his eyes, body and face soaking up the sunlight. I roll my eyes looking back over at Niall who was standing on the right of me, hand on my shoulder.

"What do you want to drink?" He says, black sunglasses now covering his blue eyes.

"Just water please." I reply.

"Water? Are you 7?" I hear Zayn say from the right of Louis. He looks at me with an almost disgusted face as if I had just insulted his whole family. I nod my head slowly.

"Come on Callie you can't have water. I'll get you a Malibu and Coke." Niall agrees with Zayn, grabbing the bottle of Malibu off the table. I give in, knowing I was going to get drunk at some point and probably needed it after the month I've had. He walks back inside with the bottle in his hand and I turn back to face the other boys. I knew Louis and Harry the best, but Louis was very quiet, and Harry was a dick, so I sat there in silence, twiddling my rings under the table.

"I love the sun." I hear a voice say. I look up and see Liam with his arms open wide leaning back on his chair, smiling from ear to ear. I nod my head and don't reply, not really knowing what to say.

"Me too, Liam. Thanks for speaking your opinion." He says, sarcastically because everyone ignored him.

"It's alright. Rain is better." Harry says, from his position, not moving so it looked like he was asleep. Niall then walks back into the garden putting my drink down in front of me and sitting on the empty chair on my right.

"Thank you." I say quietly. He pops a little smile and nods his head before resting his elbows on the table and staring at Louis. The boys all start looking at each other, silently, as I take a sip of my drink that was very strong and probably had more Malibu in it than Coke.