REMEMBER // Calum Hood

Forty nine // georgia

I remember everything about the night I met Georgia. 

I remember what the weather was like. I remember what I was drinking, what I was wearing and even what I was doing the minute my eyes landed on her. Actually, what I was pretending to do. I was pretending to listen to Naomi talk about her vacation in Ibiza. She was showing me pictures of the awesome time she had with her girlfriends, but in reality, she just wanted me to see her in a bikini - and boy, she looked good in it. I remember thinking she looked so good in a bikini, that she should wear one at all times, especially in that moment. Of course I didn't tell her that because it was exactly what she wanted. Attention. I could feel her fishing for compliments and there's nothing more annoying than this.

I remember I wasn't really in the mood for a party that night. If I were, I can guarantee I'd have paid a compliment or two to Naomi's bikini photos. But not that night. Ashton and Luke were on a writing trip  and would come back the next morning, which left me alone with Michael to look out for the house. That's why I was going slow on my drinks that night - unlike Michael. That's also why I remember rolling my eyes at Cece when she said Mike was beating someone's ass at the beer pong table. If he got wasted, I'd have to look out for the house and Mike all by myself. So I remember grabbing a glass of water for him and another beer for me before walking over to the said table.

Georgia was in all white that night. High waisted skirt and a top that looked more like a baggy T-shirt that was cut to expose her belly. She was tanned and I remember thinking Naomi would be jealous cause she didn't even need to go to Ibiza to look like that. Or maybe she did. Has she ever gone to Ibiza? Anyway, breathtakingly beautiful, that's how she looked. But it wasn't just the looks that called my attention. You get used to seeing beautiful girls all the time after a while. It gets old. Nothing ever changes, it's always the same. But not this girl. She wasn't just beautiful, she was glowing. The way she laughed had me smiling even from afar. The way she danced on top of the table had me hypnotized. I needed to know her. I needed to know her name. I needed to know anything she was willing to share with me.

"And who are you exactly?" were her first words to me. There's no way I could know that at the time, but in a second of interaction, Gia was already telling me a lot about her. With just one line, five words. Sweet personality, feisty comebacks and an unpredictable behavior. I was intrigued. From that moment on, that night was all about her. Every time she'd start speaking, I'd stop what I was doing to pay attention. I ghosted my friends to talk to a complete stranger and she ended up being more interesting than half of the people I know. I don't even think I left her side after that, she also didn't leave mine. We talked the entire night, flirted most of the time and laughed a lot. She danced, Georgia danced like a tiger out in the wild. I just watched, my eyes glued to the way her body swayed. I ditched the party to chase her around the house and it couldn't have been different.

It really couldn't. It was inevitable. Georgia and I were bound to meet, we were bound to cross paths that night. That's the only way I can describe it. I was attracted to her, more than that, I was pulled towards her. Not even for a second, I thought she was easy for sleeping with me the first night. Like I said, it was inevitable. There was a different energy surrounding us that night, a force pushing us to each other. You had to be there to understand. I've met hundreds of women in my life, and I've come to learn quite a lot from them. I've met women that were willing to let me fuck them right on the spot and women that put on an act to entertain me. Women that used me for the fame and women that believed that sex was the best way to conquer me. But she was nothing like it.

Georgia was different on the very first day. She could get readily amazed but she wasn't easily impressed. I remember she loved the house. Not because it was fancy and expensive, she loved the house because of the shiny black marble floor and because of my balcony's view. She wouldn't shut up about it and even told me she would sell one of her cousins to buy the place. Who would say something like that? It was so authentic and unexpected. Authentic like the woman I met that night. Unexpected like the way she barged into my life.