~Cassidy~

"Fucking stop, will you?" I laughed as Matt slurped on the milk of his spoon. I reached inside the cardboard box and grabbed a handful of cereal, flinging the small Cheerios at him. He just laughed and cowered down, pretending to surrender.

"You're so annoying!" I exclaimed, but he just rolled his eyes and brought his spoon up to his face tauntingly, eyeing me. I shot him a look and he grinned gleefully at me.

"You suck," I stuck out my tongue at him.

"I know," he replied smugly, and I rolled my eyes this time.

It was the next day, and the kisses with Harry were still lingering in my mind, tainting my every thought with his scent, his presence, the feel of him near me. It loomed over me like a ghost that I had no idea how to vanquish.

It was horrible and so fucking sweet at the exact same time. I liked flashing back to yesterday, getting all giddy when I had no one around to look. But with Matt here, it was a different story.

"You've got that look in your eyes again," Matt noted. I blinked, aware of my dry eyes, and my head snapped down to look at him, cursing myself mentally.

"What look?" I asked.

Okay, so I was playing dumb. Fucking sue me.

"That..." Matt tried to look for the right word. His hands came up to his face, making wringing motions causing me to laugh, "...that look! I can't explain it. It's like you're getting this far-away thing, like a memory or something."

What. The. Fucking. Fuck. How is he so good at this?

"First of all, I'm not getting a memory," I scoffed, "Second of all, there is no look!"

"Fine," he held up his hands, "Let me know when you're out of denial."

I laughed and played it off as though it was nothing. But it definitely wasn't. I needed to work on masking my fucking emotions. I couldn't have Matt reading me like an open book, especially not at a time like this. Usually, I didn't mind...he was better at explaining things about me than I was myself.

But right now, I needed to be as closed off as possible... without actually making it obvious that I was doing so.

Shit, my life was fucked up.

"What's wrong Cass?" Matt questioned me softly. I sighed and grasped the handle of my spoon, swirling the contents of my breakfast around in my bowl. I scooped up some Cheerios and brought the spoon passed my lips, hoping to stall the answer.

"You're stalling," Matt stated.

"Am not."

"Are we really going to do this?"

"I suppose not," I shrugged, "But nothing's wrong." I smiled as Matt threw his head back, making an exasperated sound, and hoped that he was done pressing the subject for now. But of course, it was Matt, and he loved to make me annoyed.

"Stop it," I warned him as he opened his mouth again. He seemed to have a shred of intellectual content in his brain, because he paused, remained silent, and then clamped his mouth shut. And thank the fucking Lord that he did.

"Is someone knocking at the door?" I asked, scooting to the edge of my seat. Matt's jaw dropped and he threw his head back, laughing like a maniac.

"You...you didn't just play that card. Please tell me you didn't." His laughter muffled his words as he pretended to wipe tears from his eyes.

"See here..." I sucked in a deep breath, "The thing is, I actually did."

He laughed again and I cracked a small smile. Just then I heard an actual sound: the fucking doorbell.

"Well," Matt whistled, "Isn't that ironic?" I just laughed and stood, but he beat me to the punch. "No," he said, standing abruptly, "Let me. I'm bored anyways."

"Good to know I'm an excellent hostess," I flipped my hair over my shoulder, knowing that I looked positively horrendous right now. I wore a baggy t-shirt and a pair of short plaid, red, pajama shorts. My hair was a rat's nest on top of my head. Needless to say, I was in no condition to be opening a door to a potential stranger.

But the reason I wanted to open it? What if it wasn't a complete stranger? What if it was a neighbor? A very tall, green-eyed, curly-haired neighbor with many, many tattoos...

Many, many sexy tattoos...

"There's no look, huh?" Matt taunted, "Bull. Shit."

"Which is what you're full of," I retorted. He rolled his eyes playfully but then spun around, sprinting down the hall before I could even say anything else. I groaned and collapsed down on my chair blowing a wisp of hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. I chewed on my lip nervously as I heard faint murmurs from down the hall.

I wanted to feel something for Harry, I really did. But at the same time I knew it wasn't right, I couldn't...I was supposed to hate him, it was how shit worked. Things could not change they couldn't, I wouldn't allow them to

But I wanted them to. I was scared, wanting to be able to predict how things would turn out in order to make the right decision. I wanted to know that things would turn out well, just to take the plunge, but I could not know that.

Not for sure.

Life sucks sometimes.

After what seemed like an eternity, Matt came back through the door, looking very confused. "Hey Cass? Would you mind explaining to me why the hell Harry was just outside asking for you?"

I shot to my feet, immediately fiddling with a strand of my hair, "What? Why? What did he want?"

"Whoa, whoa," Matt held up his hands, overwhelmed at the sudden stream of questions. He took a step back, throwing his thumb over his shoulder, "It doesn't matter. I sent him away anyways."

"What? Why the fuck would you do that?"

Oh. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

"What?" Matt's brow furrowed. My jaw dropped, and I immediately cursed under my breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Great, this was just what I needed. Way to go Cass.

"Um, I just wanted to maybe run out there and tell him to fuck off myself," I acted quickly, rambling the words off and praying that he'd believe me.

He still looked doubtful. I could tell. His eyebrows frowned down into a crease and his eyes narrowed suspiciously but playfully.

"Is there something you're not telling me, Cassidy Kane?" His voice rose on the end of the question, and I fought the urge to cringe, wishing that I wasn't such a fuck up. The room was silent, I could only hear myself thinking, fighting furiously to come up with something...anything.

"Course not," I snorted, rolling my eyes at his supposed stupidity. Please, please, please God, if you're really out there, do this one thing for me and let him drop it. Please, please, fucking hell, please!

Fuck yes.

"You're so weird Cass," Matt chuckled and I internally whooped. Determined to lead his interest to somewhere else and change the subject, I flipped him the finger and barked out a laugh, knowing that it was so fucking forced.

"Thanks. I try."

Good cover up.

Fuck, I really didn't want to be here right now all of a sudden. I wanted to push past Matt and run out the door to Harry, maybe kiss him for a little bit, I don't know. I needed to think things through, but I needed to think, I needed to quit being so fucking irrational and impulsive right now.

Damn it.

"I don't think you try. I think it just comes naturally," Matt's eyebrows rose as he insulted me and I just scoffed. A part of my brain was still fixated on the fact that Harry had cone here, asking for me. I felt warm inside, and I was scared that my cheeks were heating up.

"You're just a little ray of sunshine this morning, aren't you?" I teased, abandoning my breakfast and stepping towards him. Without another word, I tackled him and he exclaimed loudly, yelling as he went down.

"Fuck you!" He yelled as I landed on top of him. I laughed loudly, hoping that this would hopefully distract me from Harry.

How is it going to distract me if I keep thinking about it?

Fuck my life right now. How am I supposed to even be able to concentrate on anything? It's a miracle I've been able to do anything without getting sidetracked because of thoughts of him.

Here I go again.

I laughed as Matt cursed and tried to push me off of him. "Face it!" I yelled, "I'm the dom in this relationship!"

He broke off into explosive laughs and I followed suit, laughing at my own joke, which was pretty pathetic. But I needed a distraction, so that's what I was going to get.

So I continued to laugh along with my best friend, pushing any thoughts of Harry Styles out of my head.

Notes

This was typed up on my phone, don't judge if there are any errors. My computer is being a little bitch right now, so this chapter is just a filler. Sorry.

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