Forget My Name - H.S

CHAPTER 12

CALLIE PRESTON

Callie // Delivered 12:37pm – are you sure it's all okay?

Sophia // Received 12:38pm – yes, it's fine, have fun and stop messaging me bitch.

Callie // Delivered 12:38pm – wow love you too.

Sophia // Received 12:39pm – love ya more <3.

I turn off my phone and put it down on the counter next to me, taking a small breath of relief that everyone's okay at home.

"Who's that?" The voice from my right says. I'm still at the boys house as they asked me to stay and after my conversation with Sophia, I felt much happier staying here for another day. Only issue is I don't have any other clothes of my own so I'm in my own shorts and one of Harry's plain white t-shirts.

"Oh, just my sister." I reply to Niall, shaking my head. I didn't want to tell him about my difficult home life so kept it simple.

"What? You kiss your sister like that?" He asks back, in complete shock. I widen my eyes and turn to look at him, realising he was looking at my lock screen and wasn't referring to the messages I was just sending.

"Oh god. No, no, not at all. No, that's um... that's Layla." I say, nervously scratching the back of my neck. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, waiting for me to continue.

"She's my ex. I just haven't changed it yet." I say, switching off my phone and turning it so its face down on the marble kitchen counter. The other boys were dotted around the kitchen, making drinks and food, chatting amongst themselves. It seemed like we were going to have another 'boys day'.

"You're a lesbian?" Zayn asks from the other side of the island, face dropping. I didn't even realise he was listening to us. I see Harry in the corner of my eye. He turns his head over his shoulder, keeping his back to us but still listening in.

"No. I'm bi. I like girls and boys." I say, trying to sound confident but shitting it on the inside. I was out to everyone, but I still get nervous saying it to new people.

"Oh fairs." Zayn shrugs his shoulders, turning back to what he was doing. I relax, taking another breath of relief. I had a feeling he would've asked more questions or said something extremely controversial, but he seemed fine with it. I look back at Niall who I was originally having the conversation with, looking at his face for his reaction. He smiles gently, blue eyes bright and cheeks a pink shade from the sun.

"She's pretty." He says, turning my phone back over and looking at the screen that's just lit up.

"She's very pretty." I whisper back, nodding my head. I do miss her a lot and this conversation was not helping anything. I met these men whilst trying to get over her, I can't take a step back now.

There's a small silence between us as I get consumed by my thoughts, all the memories running through my head.

"Why'd you break up?" I hear Liam say this time, I didn't realise he was listening as well.

"Oh," I shrug my shoulders, "It was nothing bad, just didn't work out I guess."

"That's not true." Niall says, looking at my awkward and uncomfortable face.

"How would you know?" I snap back, defending myself, possibly being a bit too defensive. He widens his eyes at my sharp words, but it doesn't stop him.

"I know by that reaction, Callie." He says, raising an eyebrow. I swallow the lump in my throat, forcing myself to carry on. Maybe it was good to talk about it.