Remember Me [h.s.]

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I'm falling for your eyes
But they don't know me yet

4 July 2014

I was drunk and she was beautiful.

She was a quiet kind of beautiful. The kind that would otherwise go undetected in a social atmosphere because she was shy and kept her head down. She was the kind of beautiful that would be normally overshadowed if you didn't get a good enough look at her. She was the kind of beautiful that took your breath away when her eyes met yours because you know that she's too good for you with nothing but a glance. She was the kind of beautiful that I couldn't keep my eyes off of.

The sun had just set when I saw her, sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in. The shimmering reflection of moonlight on the water's surface shone on her face, brightening her otherwise shadowed features. Every so often, she would raise her beer bottle to her lips and take a swig, then settle the bottle back down beside her. At one point she sighed to herself, a wrinkle imprinting itself in her forehead as her brows furrowed, and she looked around for some company. Had my legs not been frozen in place and my eyes not captivated by her, I might have introduced myself.

Parties were never really my scene, especially not barbecues that your American friends drag you to in celebration of an American holiday that you do not acknowledge. Alcohol was my form of distraction on such occasions, and I spent my evening drinking beers to avoid conversation. This worked well for me at first, that is until I realized that I was utterly pissed and had a difficult time hiding it. Girls would giggle as I fumbled with my steps, guys would pat me on the back as I continued to contaminate my system with alcohol.

"Her name's Jane." A deep voice spoke behind me. I turned to see Zayn with a smug grin tugging at his lips that he attempted to conceal by taking a sip of his drink.

"Huh?" I grunted.

"That little bird over there, the one you're starin' at. Name's Jane."

" 'M not starin'." I pouted like a child.

"Mate, you're practically drooling." He laughed, this time not bothering to hide it.

I shook my head, shutting my eyes momentarily, hoping she'd be gone by the time they opened again. No such luck.

"Oh, piss off." I slurred, uncoordinatedly swatting at him and missing completely.

Zayn laughed again, his hand slapping me on the back harder than he meant to.

"Right, well, if you don't talk to her, I will."

I glared at him.

"You wouldn't."

"Oh?" He quirked a brow.

I shook my head.

"Then go talk to her." He pressed.

"Nah," I shrugged. "I'm wasted."

"Who cares?" Zayn clicked his tongue. "We all are. Now if you don't go introduce yourself, I'll tell her that you're drooling over her."

"Fuck off, Zayn."

"Suit yourself, Mate." Zayn shrugged, walking away from me nonchalantly. I watched as he rounded the curves of the pool, slowly making his way over to where she sat.

"He wouldn't..." I mumbled to myself, keeping my eyes focused on his lanky frame.

"Fuck." I cursed as he neared her, practically sprinting over to where he was before he embarrassed me.

He had turned to face her just as I arrived.

"Hi," He smiled, taking a seat next to her. "I'm Zayn."