Love Bites™ (Harry Styles)

Chapter Two

Faint voices pulled me out of my peaceful sleep and into the present. However, I pretended to stay asleep so they wouldn't know I was listening in on their conversation.

"She doesn't remember anything," one voice said. It sounded like the one of the boy who had tucked me in last night.

"She has to remember something," another said. This voice I knew came from Zayn, the one I'd run into, literally.

"She doesn't... She doesn't know who we are," the voice behind those words was Louis.

"She doesn't remember Harry?" an unfamiliar voice questioned. This must've belonged to the one I had yet to meet.

"No. She doesn't remember me... Or us..." Harry interjected.

"When he says 'us', he doesn't mean us five, he means their relationship. That's the selfishness," Louis remarked.

"It's not my fault she fell for all of us but me more than you guys. That's not my decision, it was hers," Harry said defensively, trying to keep his voice lowered, as to not want to wake me, but filled with anger.

"It doesn't matter. This time we need to be careful and we each get her. She will chose in the end, but we each get some time to spend alone with her," the voice from the previous night interrupted.

"And no sabotaging each other this time," Zayn said warningly.

"I may be sleeping, but I'm not deaf," I added.

My eyes opened to see the priceless expressions on their faces. All of their eyes were wide as they looked at each other in distress. I noticed a blonde haired man and the brown haired one I met the night before. Both of their names I had yet to know.

"So, who are you two?"

"I'm Niall, and that's Liam," answered the blonde boy. His accent was very distinguished from the other four.

"I'm Callie, not Callidora. My full name is actually Calliope, not Callidora or whatever."

"No, your name is Callidora. It'll make sense later on when you can remember," Liam gave his input.

"Did you hear the whole conversation?" asked Louis.

"A good portion..."

"Anything ring any bells?"

"Nope," I responded, popping the 'p'.

"I want to kiss you so bad."

"What?" I asked aloud.

The boys looked at me confused. I must be going insane because I could have swore someone said that they wanted badly to kiss me.

"No one said anything?" I clarified.

All of them shook their head, but I noticed Harry trying to hide a grin. He said it? Why wasn't he confessing? 'Good luck with that', I thought to myself.

'Thank you, but I know you'll want it too.'

"Okay, seriously, who's doing that? Can you guys read minds?" I asked completely puzzled.

Harry held a smirk on his perfectly pink lips... My god they do look kissable.

'Told you.'

'Stop that!'

'As you wish, regis.'

What the hell is going on with me? Why am I talking to Harry through my thoughts? Is that even possible?

"No, none of us can read minds," Zayn answered, tearing me from my questions racing through my mind.

I told the boys I was getting a shower and they all left the room. But, of course Niall asked if he could join me. Obviously I said no and he left with a pouty face.