Forget My Name - H.S

CHAPTER 10

NIALL HORAN

I lean back in my chair, cigarette held between my lips and sunglasses on my eyes. The sun was starting to set so I thought it was best to soak up the last rays. I open my eyes to see the branches of the trees spin around my head. I hadn't drunk that much but I also hadn't eaten, and the heat didn't help either. I slowly sit back up, taking the cigarette out of my mouth and putting it out in the glass ash tray. I look up at Callie who was silently watching the conversation between the other boys. She hadn't said much all day, just looked around and sipped her drink.

We were supposed to talk to her about something, but Harry decided against it at the last minute. At the party he told me he thought she would be good for us, and I agreed. That's why I became friends with her.

Well, that's not completely true.

She was already lovely and becoming a friend, I felt so comfortable and relaxed with her, I still do. But Harry thinks I'm only friends with her, so she'll be more willing to stay with us. I don't mind though, she's a good person and definitely right for it. He took her inside a few hours ago, I think he must've told her. Maybe that's why she was so quiet?

"I'm just going for a wee," She says, putting her warm hand on my forearm that rested on the table, "Don't let anyone take my drink." I nod my head, too drunk and relaxed to respond. I watch as she walks towards the house, swaying slightly as she was probably drunk too.

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CALLIE PRESTON

I walk back into the house, feeling the cooler air hit me again. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, but I couldn't sit there and pretend everything was okay for any longer.

I head towards the stairs, focusing intently on walking in a straight line and not falling over. I grab on to the railing, tightly, as I walk up the stairs. I didn't know which room was Harrys, or even if he was in there. But I knew I needed to talk to him. He hadn't come outside since we spoke and that was about 3 hours ago now.

I get to the top, looking around at the 6 black doors, knowing Niall's was the second from the right. I also remember Zayn walking into his room and that was the first one on the left. I walk along to the other 4, knocking to see if anyone would reply.

"What?" I hear from the other side of the door that was left of Niall's.

"It's Callie." I say, trying to hide the slur of my words.

"Come in." He sighs. I push down on the silver handle, walking inside the room. All the walls were white like every other room and the setting light through the window made it glow an orange colour. I walk further in to see him sat on the edge of the bed, still in his black jean shorts, sunglasses next to him. He looks up at me as I reach him. At least I think he was looking at me, my head was still spinning.

"What do you want?" He asks, leaning back on his hands so his sun kissed skin and abs are on full display. He was so beautiful and maybe he didn't know it as much as I thought he did.

"I just wanted to see if you were okay. You disappeared after our... conversation earlier and never came back outside." I say, standing in front of him and fiddling with my rings on my fingers. He lifts his arms up, allowing his back to crash on to the bed and his head face the ceiling. He moved his arms so they came up behind his head and slid his hands underneath, giving his head slight leverage so he could look back at me.

"I'm fine." He simply says with a small, fake smile. I cross my arms knowing his statement wasn't true. I didn't know him very well, but I knew he was lying.

"What?" He then says, noticing my change in position, "I said I'm fine. I don't know what else you want me to say."

"Harry, are you just going to forget what happened earlier?" I reply, staying where I was.