Manipulation >> Becstin

Twenty Nine

Becky’s POV

I sit on the bench angrily.

I see Calum approach the bench, I groan.

"What do want, Calum?" I ask annoyed.

"Niall sent me over to talk to you. He's really worried you know?" He asks. I nod.

Damn, I should’ve texted him. I hope he doesn’t think I’m mad at him.

"Are you okay?" He asks. I shake my head, "What's wrong, Becky?" He asks.

"I'm just super pissed off at everything." I say. Calum chuckles, "What?" I bark at him.

"You said 'super pissed off' its cute." He mumbles trying to hold back a smile. I groan as I get up about to walk away from him. He grabs my forearm.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm not the most mature guy out here. Niall should've asked Ashton to talk to you. He's better at all this shit." He rambles on.

"I get that your trying. I just don't appreciate it when people don't take me seriously." I say. He let go of my arm and I sit back down.

"What are you upset about?" He asks.

"Where do I start? First, I'm fucking pissed that I can't remember shit and I'm always left in the dark. Looking stupid and helpless. I don't know who to trust, anymore." I answer him.

"You can trust me." Calum says, I give him a small smile, "No seriously, I'd take an oath to you, Becky." He says as he stands up and puts on hand in the air and the other on his heart. I laugh lightly.

"I don't do oaths, Calum. I do pinky promises." I say as I offer him my pinky.

....

"Promise?" I hold out my pinky, he chuckles.

"Promise." He says while hooking his pinky to mine.

“Now seal it with a kiss." I order. He goes to kiss him thumb , but I catch my lips in his before he does.

....

"Promise." Calum says, I stare at him wide eyed.

"W-what?" I croak.

"I said 'Promise' because we're making a promise." He says slowly.

"O-oh yeah. I um, I gotta go, Calum. I have to uh, study for a quiz tomorrow." I lie. I don't wait for him to respond as I go straight to the dorm.

That night. All I dreamt about was the stranger I made promises with a kiss. It was the only thing that put me to sleep.

{The Next Day}

I can’t stop thinking about my dream.

Or him. Whoever he is; he must’ve meant a lot to me since he’s the first memory that resurfaced.

I wish I knew who he was.

I look around at my peers in the commons area.

Where is he?

Is he here?

Or is he back in America?

"Hello love, um you haven't by chance seen a blonde Irish man roam around here?" A brown-eyed boy with an amazing jawline asked. I do a double take.

"Wait, are you talking to me?" I ask, he nods.

"Um...no I haven't seen Niall." I answer. His eyes widen.