~Cassidy~

“California?” I yelled into my phone, pacing around my kitchen, while my coffee mug was slowly filling up thanks to the machine.

“Yeah,” Matt sounded sheepish, and I groaned. I banged my head on the counter, a little harder than intended, and winced, rubbing my forehead when I stood back up straightly.

How could he do this to me? Right now, of all times? I still hadn’t told him about the other day, when Satan himself had performed CPR on me, nor did I ever intend on spilling it. I didn’t want him to know that I’d been in yet another weak position.

I made a loud exasperated noise, still rubbing my forehead, but it was now from stress rather than pain.

“Do you have to go?” I asked in a small voice, sounding insecure for the first time in years.

He seemed to pick up on it. He sighed, and I had a feeling that he was sitting on the couch in his living room, his head in his hands and occasionally raking his fingers through his hair. I knew Matt so well; he was basically my brother, and I didn’t want to be away from him while he was off surfing the beaches in California.

“It’s only two weeks, Cass,” he tried to reason with me. I opened my mouth to respond with some snarky comment and to protest some more before Harry’s words from a week ago sounded in my head.

Matt has worked his arse off to help you pursue your dream; meanwhile, you treat him like shit.

I immediately closed my mouth. Matt deserved this. As he’d said, it was only two weeks. I could go that long without him, right; even though he was basically my only friend apart from the old couple living next door? Wow, that was sad.

“You’re right,” I agreed instantly, “Go ahead. Have fun. I’ll see you in two weeks.”

There was silence on the other line. I was just beginning to think that we’d become disconnected when he finally said, very slowly, “What?”

I smirked, “I said to have fun. I’ll see you in two weeks.”

“What are you planning?” he asked instantaneously, and I laughed loudly, throwing my head back, not being able to suppress the giggles. Matt always knew how to lighten the mood, and I couldn’t deny that it felt good to have somebody like that in my life, even though sometimes I acted like I wanted to be left alone and be miserable for a day.

He laughed along with me before saying, “Seriously though, who are you and what have you done with Cassidy Kane? I’ll call the authorities.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” I said, rolling my eyes.

He cackled, “And she’s back.”

I couldn’t help but to smile. “I love you Matt,” I told him, and then my eyes widened. Why was I saying that again? The most I said it was maybe once every month, and that was it. Fucking hell, my vulnerability was bringing out a whole new, soft side to me, and I fucking hated it. What happened to the old Cassidy that hated sappy moments, and thought that love was for losers?

I wanted her back; I really did.

“Love you too Cass,” Matt said slowly, sounding cautionary. I think that he could tell if something was off with me, and right now was definitely one of those moments, “Are you sure you haven’t been possessed or anything?”

I gurgled out a laugh, still pissed at myself for turning into a softie, “Yeah, I’m good. I’ll see you in two weeks.”

“Oh-kay,” he sang, and I smiled at how he was able to pick up my mood in an instant. He really was the best. I bid him goodbye and hung up, setting my cell phone down, pausing for a moment to look at the screensaver. It was Matt and I, his arms wrapped around my neck. It had been just a silly selfie we’d taken together at the pool, but I loved it. I was actually smiling, something that I felt as though I hadn’t done for real in forever, and I enjoyed looking at the picture, even though I knew that it was a one-time thing.

Suddenly, my doorbell rang. I looked up, shaking my head lightly and putting up a brave front.

The bell kept on ringing, and I gritted my teeth, “Holy fuck, calm down!” I yelled at whoever it was. I stalked to the front of my house and wrenched open the door, really not in the mood to talk all of a sudden. Why hadn’t I just ignored the ringing?

I wished I had done that even more, now that I saw who was at the door.

~Harry~

She opened the door, looking annoyed, thanks to my continuous ringing of her doorbell, and for a second, my breath caught in my throat.

Fuck, why did she have to be so damn gorgeous? The mail that I’d fetched and that was currently residing in my hands almost tumbled to the ground. It was hard for me to focus on a single thought when she was around me, and I tried not to stare at her.

Her long, wavy brown hair was tied into a high ponytail, a few dark wisps falling out, framing her face perfectly as they hung near her temples. My gaze fell onto her eyes, watching how she was completely makeup-less. Her eyelashes were long, and whenever they fluttered down when she blinked, they brushed the top of her cheek. Her eyes themselves were a luscious, chocolate brown, making me think of hot cocoa. Her nose was perfect, her lips so full, pink and pouty that I was immediately taken back to when I touched those very same lips with my own.

My gaze raked down her body in a split second. She wore a black, fitted tank-top with spaghetti straps, showing off her slightly pale arms, even though she lived in Florida. Her top was slightly ridden up, giving me a glimpse of bare skin above the rim of her jean shorts. They cut off just below her arse, giving me a full view of her long legs, her feet covered by a pair of black socks.

She scowled at soon as she saw me, her arms immediately crossing over her body. I almost smirked, but then remembered why I was here, and forced myself to maintain a straight face.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, and then glared at me, “Go away.”

I couldn’t help but to chuckle, “Nice to see you too, Cass.”

Her eyes widened, and her lips immediately pressed into a fine line, turning the skin around them white. Finally, she released them from their tight hold, and I wished more than anything that I could just grab her face in my hands and trap them between my lips instead.

“Don’t call me that,” she ordered quietly, not seeming snappy for once. That was the only reason that I obeyed.

“Can we talk?” I asked, staring down at her; she was a few inches shorter.

Her eyes hardened, and she shook her head, “There’s absolutely nothing to talk about, Curly. Go away.”

She tried closing the door on me again but I lashed out with the hand that wasn’t holding the mail and pushed it back open.

She glared at me, evidently trying to figure me out, “Why are you doing this?” she asked me, her voice shaking slightly. If I didn’t know her, I wouldn’t’ve even noticed at all, “Can you just leave me alone when I want to be alone? You’re so fucking—so annoying! Are you deaf?”

I smirked at her, “I just came by to apologize,” I said simply, shrugging, “But if you’re too childish to ignore me and continue on with this shit, then fine. Go ahead.”

“You know what, Styles?” she snapped, and I froze—quite noticeably too—no one had ever called me that in a while, and I hated it when they did, yet it sounded so good coming out of her mouth. Fucking hell, could she just stop being so irresistible for a minute, so that I could have a damn serious conversation with her?

“I’m a year younger than you,” she continued, glaring up at me, “I can be childish if I want to. So, bye.”

I was too taken aback to stop her from closing the door on me again.

I stood there for a second before shaking my head and running a hand through my hair. I rang the doorbell again multiple times, but this time, no one came to answer it.

“Fuck,” I grumbled, tightening my grip on the paper in my hand and turning on my heel and padding down her steps, crossing over to my house and wrenching open the door. I slammed it forcefully, so hard that it was probably heard down the block.

“Goddammit!” I yelled when I got inside, suddenly very angry at Cassidy. Why was she so…so goddamn sexy and then every time I tried to talk to her, she just shut me down? I really fucking hated it.

She’s an infatuation, a voice in my head nipped at me, and with a jolt, I realised that it was true. Screw all of my previous thinking. She wasn’t something special, she wasn’t unique, and she was your everyday girl. She wasn’t even pretty, just sexy, and I didn’t even like her, I held lust for her, which were two very different things. She was nobody, and someone could easily step in and redirect my attention to them instead.

Cassidy Kane was a girl whose pants I wanted to get into, to fuck, and then dump on the sidewalk like a used appliance. She was nothing special, and the craving I felt with her could easily be satisfied with someone else, someone prettier, nicer, sluttier, and much more experienced.

Cassidy Kane was totally and completely replaceable.

~*~

“I really wish Cassidy could be here tonight,” Matt noted sadly, taking a sip of his drink.

I almost snorted and choked on the shot of vodka I’d just downed. I didn’t want Cassidy here. She could go fuck herself, I wouldn’t care. She was probably at home right now, in her pajamas, reading a book on her bed.

Fuck, the things I’d do to her on that bed…

Stop it Harry.

Damn, it was just the alcohol talking. I was on my fourth shot and already feeling a little bit tipsy. Usually I handled my alcohol well, but tonight, I just wanted to get drunk, get laid, and get up tomorrow with a massive hangover, not remembering anything.

We were at a small bar, just a little something to do together before Matt left for California tomorrow. It was only two weeks, and I knew he’d be back soon, so there was really nothing to worry about. We’d decided on going out at the last minute, and now here we were. Matt thought we were here to have a good time before he left; I was just here to forget about Cassidy.

“Shit,” Matt muttered, and he nudged my shoulder, “Look at that one. Over there. Red dress, black heels.”

I followed my gaze to where he was looking and noticed a girl with dark, reddish hair and blue eyes standing in the corner with some of her friends. I wasn’t going to lie; she was very fit, with large curves and long legs. She was sipping her drink, smiling mysteriously, and I felt blood rush to my crotch immediately. She looked so innocent though.

“Go on,” Matt nudged me again, and I looked at him, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. I could do this. I nodded firmly and set my shot glass down, hoping that my boner wasnt raging, and strutted over to the corner in which she was residing confidently.

Her eyes widened when she saw me approaching. Without a word, I stood next to her, smiling at her lightly, “Hey,” I said, reaching over and pushing some hair off of her shoulder, “Wanna get out of here?”

I was finally starting to feel the buzzing effects of the alcohol.

She shot me a devious grin and nodded, and I moment later she was pulling me out of the pub, and looking around the parking lot wildly. “Where’s your car?” she asked, and I smirked; not so innocent after all, huh?

“Over there,” I pointed to the black Range Rover, and we hastily climbed in.

It wasn’t very professional of me to be driving after I’d been drinking, but I needed to get laid tonight, and I needed it now. Cassidy was dead to me; all I could think about was how tight this slut would be.

I eventually made it to my house, my crotch so hard that it was painful. We tumbled out of the car, and immediately, as we mounted the steps, our lips found each other’s. I fumbled with the key in the door, finally unlocking it, and before I knew it, we were upstairs; the buttons of my black shirt flying off as she practically tore the fabric off of my body. I led her into my room, our lips still attached, and reached for the zipper on her dress, pulling it down swiftly. Soon, we were completely naked, and not bothering with any foreplay, I reached for my jeans, pulling a condom out of the pocket.

She lay on the bed, waiting, her eyes dancing. I didn’t even know her name, but I didn’t care. Without a word, I wrenched open her legs and slammed into her, making her scream. She clawed at my back, and I made a pained face as I kept on pounding into her. Fuck, she wasn’t even tight.

But when I looked down at her, I wasn’t staring down at a pale face with dark red hair. My own eyes weren’t meeting blue ones. They were brown. Her hair was dark and wavy, and she closed her eyes in ecstasy, throwing her head back onto the pillows, her small hands finding my shoulders, and I mumbled something that I couldn’t even make out.

Fuck.

No. I wasn’t going to let this happen. I blinked once, and Cassidy was gone, replaced once again by that regular girl. I thrust into her even harder, mounting one of her legs over my shoulder so that the penetration was deeper and more intense. Screw Cassidy. I was going to fuck her right out of my system, using this random girl as my tool.

Finally, I felt my release coming on, and without a second thought, I spilled into the condom. She convulsed around me, nearing her climax as well, and when we were finished, I rolled off of her, panting heavily, and scooted as far away from her as possible on the bed, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over me.

She just sighed, but evidently realised that now was not the time for talking. A few minutes of awkward silence passed, and when I didn’t hear anything, I turned around slightly, only to find her sleeping. I smirked lightly and nestled back into my previous position, my eyes closing and finding sleep.

Cassidy, something nipped at me, but I shrugged it off.

Notes

I'm mad at Harry now. What a fucking idiot. Grr...

Anywho, please let my know your thoughts on this chapter! Don't be a silent reader, guys! I'm honestly very happy with all of the votes I've been getting, but I'd like some feedback. If you like where I'm going with this, let me know! If you don't, let me know anyways!

Random fact: Your tongue is the only muscle in your body that is attached at only one side.

PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT, AND SUBSCRIBE!

~You guys are all stunning~