Remember Me? (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Two: Old Faces

"I missed you." I mumbled into Louis' shoulder us still embraced in a hug.

"I missed you too, you little spaz." Louis says now pulling away from the hug with his hands on my shoulders with his usual smirk on his face.

"Whoa there" I said pushing his hands off of my shoulders. "I'm the spaz? Yeah, okay Lou. Do you even know yourself. You're like-"

"Um, excuse my but YOU were the one who was practically running down the hall, who then ran into ME and knocked yourself on your ass." Louis' smirk had now turned into a full smile.

"Sure, fine. Whatever." I said knowing there was no point in arguing with him. Louis is known as the "sass master" of the family. He'll argue with anyone for weeks on end about the stupidest things until you admit the he is right

  In a nutshell Louis is pretty much the same person as my brother Chase. They both have the same personality and even play soccer. The only difference between Lou and my brother is that Louis is indeed a spaz. He is always so immature about everything. Don't get me wrong that's not a bad thing. He is always there to lighten the mood and make you feel better when you need it. It just gets a little annoying at times. But that's just Louis for you and I love him like a big fish. Me and him are super close and he is without a doubt the best cousin I could ever ask for.

Breaking away from my thoughts I look over to the second boy who was standing beside Louis. He had blonde hair combed up into a messy quiff, piercing blue eyes and a large grin spread across his face revealing his braces. He was quite cute actually. Realizing that I was still starring at him and he was now starring back at me I quickly looked away. Embarrassment getting the better of me and I could feel my cheeks heating up. The boy just did this adorable little chuckle in response to my weirdness.

"OH! Riiiight, Amelia, this is my good mate Nialler." Louis said seeming to have caught onto the awkwardness of the situation.

"Nialler?" I questioned out loud.

You britsh people and your strange names.

"Well my actual name is Niall. Niall Horan. Everyone 'round 'ere calls me Nialler."

Is that an Irish accent I hear. Me likey.

"Oh gotcha" I say smiling like an idiot at the Niall's cuteness. "Well I'm Amelia, Amelia Owens." I told him awkwardly putting my hand out awaiting a handshake. Instead Niall gave me this weird sideways high five.

Welp that works I guess...

"I know who ye' are. Tommo talks 'bout ya all of the time. Even showed us some pictures of ya."

Flattered yet shocked I looked up at Louis to find him dramatically shaking his head like a moron confirming what Niall had just told me.

"Wow, flattered." I say in a girly-girl voice batting, my eyelashes at the boys. Them then just laughing at my stupidness.

"So where is my wittle Chaz at?" Lou asks referring to my little brother Chase.

I'm not sure why everyone calls him Chaz. Personally I think it's quite a stupid nickname. I call him Chay Chay, now that's a good nickname for someone like Chase.

"Uhm, I'm not sure actually. I imagine he is around here somewhere hitting on girls or something like that." I respond watching the people passing by us in the hallway some looking at me in a strange way.

People dress so differently around here. All fancy and proper and what now. I really stand out with my tribal print pullover, high waisted shorts and black vans. Note to self: you aren't in North Carolina anymore, hence dress better for school.