Forget My Name - H.S

CHAPTER 11

DISCLAIMER: don't read this chapter whilst sat on your sofa next to your dad :)

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HARRY STYLES

I open my eyes, seeing the bright light seeping through the gap in the curtains. I take the back of my hand, rubbing my eyes and adjusting to the light. Yawning, I roll over to see the blonde hair splayed over the pillow. It only fell down to her shoulders, so it wasn't very long, but it was still gorgeous.

I carefully roll back over and slide out of the bed, trying not to wake her up. I grab my phone off of the bedside table, unplugging mine and plugging in hers instead. The screen lit up and the same picture of her and another girl was shown. I didn't know who she was, but Callie got a bit annoyed when I asked the last time.

I walk over to my mirror, looking at myself. I didn't get drunk yesterday, so I wasn't hungover and because Callie was in my bed, I already had a pair of grey joggers on. I run my hand back through my hair, trying to detangle my curls and look presentable. The sound of the duvet made me turn my head back to the bed. Callie had turned over onto her back, a loose strand of hair over her face and her right arm stretched out over the other side of the bed and her left arm over her stomach. She looked so gentle and peaceful, the way she was lying there.

I wonder what she was dreaming of.

I sigh, shaking my head. I know I have to ask her soon, but what if she runs away? What if she leaves and never comes back?

That's why I haven't asked her yet, I want her to stay.

I walk out of my room, closing the door gently behind me so she can sleep for longer.

"What did she say?" Liam asks, walking out of the bathroom with a towel round his waist and drying his hair with another towel. I shake my head, leaning back against the closed door as he walks past me.

"I didn't ask her." I reply. He takes the towel off of his head, holding it in his hand. His face drops and he stares at me blankly.

"Are you fucking joking, Harry?"

"I couldn't do it alright! I thought she was just a blonde girl who would happily help us out and wouldn't hesitate to shag us all. But she's different and I think she could help out a lot more. She's feisty and she's not scared to talk back. Just trust me, yeah? I'll ask her soon." I say back, whispering slightly so she doesn't wake up and hear the conversation.

"Alright, fine." He says, opening his bedroom door and walking in.

I walk downstairs into the kitchen, grabbing the apple juice out of the fridge and pouring myself a glass. I put two slices of bread in the toaster, buttering it and putting a slice on two separate plates before walking back up the stairs, balancing a glass and two plates in my hands.

"Morning." I hear a quiet voice as I open the door with my elbow and walk in backwards. I smile, turning around and putting one of the plates on the bedside table next to her.

"Good morning." I reply. She yawns, stretching her arms out by her head and pinching her eyes shut. How could someone look so cute whilst yawning?

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CALLIE PRESTON

When I wake up, I'm alone in a bed that looks like Harry's. I try to trace my memory back, remembering him sat on the floor with his head in his hands, apologising to me. I look down at my body to see I'm still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, meaning we didn't have sex.

I don't remember falling asleep at all but waking up here makes me feel safe, knowing I didn't go very far, or end up at home drunk out of my mind. I look around, noticing I could see clearly, and nothing was spinning. My ears weren't ringing, and I didn't feel sick, so I definitely wasn't hungover, just tired.