~Harry~

I was awoken by my doorbell ringing.

For a moment, my eyes fluttered, and I began to wonder if I’d imagined it, but then it sounded again. I groaned, sitting up on the bed, rubbing my eyes, and noticing that it was still dark outside. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table, only to find that it had been an hour since I’d come home.

Someone made a small, snoring sound behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder, finding a girl with long reddish hair.

Fuck, I remembered. Dammit, dammit, what had I done? Was it the alcohol that had taken affect, or just my stupidity?

I pulled on a pair of boxers and stood as the doorbell rang again. Slipping out of my room and down the steps, I cursed at myself for ever thinking that this would be a good idea. What the hell was my excuse? I didn’t have one.

I found myself at the door and opened it without thinking. There stood Cassidy in a white camisole, exposing a small portion of her chest. My eyes immediately flicked down to her breasts, but I forced my gaze anywhere but there. She wore green plaid pajama pants, and her hair was down, falling down her shoulders. She wore a pair of flip flops.

I then noticed that there were a few drops of water littering her face, and her hair was damp.

Peering past her, I saw that it was raining outside, something that I mustn’t have heard while I’d been asleep. I registered how loud the drops were, and Cassidy threw her hands in front of her face. I noticed something white in her left hand.

“Whoa!” she said, looking away, hiding her face, “Dude, cover up! Seriously?”

I simply chuckled, but then mentally screamed at myself. Why was I so happy to see her? She was done, I didn’t want her anymore, and that was how things would stay. I was fine and done with her.

“Sorry,” I said sheepishly, my hand coming up to scratch the back of my neck awkwardly. My brain was screaming at me to stop, to slam the door in her face like she’d done to me countless times, but my heart was telling me to be nice to her, to keep on talking to her and try getting somewhere with her.

Right now, my mouth evidently wasn’t listening to my brain.

“Whatever,” she shrugged; rolling her eyes, and glared back at me. I was surprised that she didn’t let her gaze fall south; usually most women did that when they perceived me in only my boxers.

She, however, continued to stare harshly at me, for so long that I studied every inch of her beautiful face, but my expression was full of wonder at how someone could be so beautiful rather than anger at how someone could be so annoying.

Finally, she cleared her throat, looking away, her Adam’s apple bobbing. I felt a sudden urge to kiss it. She held out her left hand stiffly, and I looked down, noticing an envelope.

“You dropped this on my step,” she said curtly, and I looked up at her, nodding slightly and gently plucking it from her grasp.

We stood there in awkward silence until she looked away, throwing her thumb over her shoulder, “I’m going to—”

Just then, I felt a presence appear beside me. I turned my head to the right, only to find that redhead that had previously been nestled in my bed. Her arms were bare, holding the blankets of the bed securely around her chest, “Hey,” she said softly, touching my arm, “Come back to bed.”

Her voice was gentle, but at the moment, all I could hear was Cassidy.

“In a moment,” I told her, and then looked back at Cassidy. She was standing there, her mouth open slightly, her wide eyes flicking from me to the complete stranger and back. I looked away, not being able to meet her gaze.

Finally, the redhead seemed to notice that she was there. She smiled widely and held out her hand, the other one gripping the covers the surrounded her body tightly, “Oh, hi! I’m Reyna!”

Cassidy nodded slowly, but didn’t step forward to shake her hand. I mentally kicked myself in the shin for this whole situation.

“Um,” she stuttered, turning halfway, “Well, I see that I clearly interrupted something. I should get going. Bye.”

Without another word, she shot me a smirk before she turned away and sprinted down the steps, and revealing herself to the water falling from the sky once more, crossing over to her own house while speed-walking. Fuck, I was such an idiot.

I closed the door, my mouth opening and closing but emitting no sound. Finally I said, still in awe, “I think you should leave.”

Reyna nodded, and quickly padded upstairs, the blanket trailing behind her, leaving me alone in the main entrance to mentally scream at myself and scold myself for being such a fuck-up. After a few minutes, she came back down, dressed in her red dress. She slipped on her high heels, and paused for a moment, not reaching to open the door just yet.

Finally, she turned back to me.

Reyna looked at me, her eyes wide, “Is that her?” she asked, and I finally snapped out of it, my brows furrowing.

“What?” I asked, and she smiled lightly at me, looking at me like I was a cute little child.

“I asked if that was her,” she said softly, touching my arm. Usually I would’ve jerked away, but there was something oddly comforting about it. “Is that Cassidy?”

“How—how did you know that?” I said, my eyes widening.

She shrugged and then chewed on her lip, “You said her name,” she told me nervously, like she was trying to analyze my reaction, “You said her name while we were—when we had…yeah.”

Without another word, she pulled open the door and slipped out, closing it gently.

I suddenly couldn’t breathe.

I’d said her name? Why had I said her name? What the hell was wrong with me? Here I was, banging some hot girl, while thinking of another that wouldn’t even give me the time of day. Why the fuck had I thought of her, why had I let her creep into my mind again, even though I swore that I’d been done with her, that it was a childish crush and nothing more?

“Fuck!” I yelled, and I punched the door, wincing when I felt my knuckles split with the impact. I brought my hand back to study it and found that the skin around them was red and broken, little droplets of blood forming around the skin cells. Goddammit, what the fuck was my problem?

I was so mad. But not at myself anymore. Now, my anger shifted to Cassidy. Why hadn’t she been angry? Why hadn’t she yelled at me for having a one-night stand? I wanted her to be mad at me, so fucking badly, because it would let me know that she had feelings for me too.

But she hadn’t been mad. She’d been awkward, but then she’d left, shooting me that fucking smirk. A smirk! She’d actually smirked at me! Like she was happy that I was getting some. I wanted to be banging her, not Reyna.

You don’t mean that, a voice in my head pestered me, and I shook my head, my hair flying in front of my face. I didn’t know what the hell to believe anymore. On one hand, I liked her, so, so much, and I wanted her so badly. On the other hand, I forced myself to think that she was a spoiled, prissy little brat who couldn’t even be civil for two seconds.

No. I hate her. I hate her, just as she hates me. That’s our relationship, and that’s all it will ever be; nothing more.

Nothing more.

~Cassidy~

I peered outside of my bedroom window, looking up at the sky. It was still raining lightly, even though last night it had been raining too. The sky was a dark, dark gray, clouds swirling around forcefully, and I could almost smell the scent of a storm in the air. It was humid and sticky, and I just wanted the hurricane to hurry up and pass, hating how on edge my phobia made me. Why was I living in Florida again? It was prone to hurricanes. Fuck.

I took a few steps back, collapsing onto my bed and staring up at the plain white ceiling, allowing my mind to wander.

Almost immediately I regretted it. All I could think about was Curly and that fiasco that had occurred last night.

What was that tramp doing at his house? Scratch that. I already knew what they’d been doing. I flashed back to how his eyes had widened when he’d perceived me. For a minute, I was actually going to thank him for saving me, but then she’d appeared out of nowhere. I guess I should thank her though; she had just stopped me from doing something I would’ve regretted, which was thanking him.

I wasn’t angry. Harry could go ahead and bang whoever he wanted. It wasn’t my position to tell him what to do, hell; he was older than me, even if it was only a year. I honestly couldn’t care less about his life in the bedroom, and I didn’t even know why I was thinking about this.

I should probably stop. Yeah, that was a good idea.

He could do whatever he wanted. He was a grown man, and eventually, he would realise that there are consequences to every action, though some could be good, and others could go horribly fucking wrong. He would see that sooner or later, and I think that banging that slut would have some seriously bad consequences.

Like an STD.

Maybe.

Why am I still thinking about this? It’s time to quit it, Cass. Why the hell are you still thinking about it?

The way his hair looked: his post-sex hair that actually didn’t look half bad. Don’t deny that you had studied his tattoos…well, just one, but still. I was done thinking about this.

It was completely fine that he’d brought a girl home and had slept with her. It was none of my business.

God-fucking-dammit, stop thinking about it!

Okay, I was so done with this.

I stood up, raking my fingers through my hair, and peered at my alarm clock. It was ten in the morning. I groaned, banging my head against the wall, wishing that of all days, it wasn’t Wednesday. I didn’t know why. I just always hated Wednesdays.

Maybe I could sneak a few laps at the pool? Nah, I wasn’t in the mood today, something that shocked me. Usually, I was all for trying to get a few extra laps, knowing that the water was quite possibly my best friend, and that it always calmed me.

I didn’t care that I’d almost drowned. I wasn’t afraid of the water. I was an amazing swimmer, Olympic-worthy, and I was going to keep on pursuing my dream, no matter what it took. I immediately wished I hadn’t thought of that. Curly was what it would take. And I hated him…and that stupid tramp he’d brought home last night.

Stop. Stop it right now.

God, I needed to distract myself.

I almost reached for my cell phone to dial Matt’s number, before I realised that he was in California, probably surfing. I made a frustrated, exasperated noise, suddenly so angry, and itching to release my frustration, I grabbed my pillow and screamed into it. I didn’t know why I was so bipolar all of a sudden. I was on birth-control. I couldn’t be bothered with tampons every single time I was on my period and had to go to the pool. So it definitely wasn’t my period.

Fuck, I hated my life right now.

Finally feeling somewhat calm, I stood slowly, stripping off my tank top and my pajama shorts, leaving me in my bra and underwear. I padded over to my dresser, pulling out a pair of tight black shorts, and shrugging them on, feeling a bit insecure, as they went down only right past my ass. I was about to rummage through the top drawer of my dresser for a top, when a movement from the window caught my eye.

I peered out of the glass, noticing that it had been a movement in the window across from me. Waiting a few moments, my brow furrowed, and I was starting to think that I’d imagined it when Curly himself finally appeared in the window. My eyes widened slightly, and I leaned a little to the side, hiding my body and only peeking through the window from behind the wall, my left eye the only thing being exposed.

He wore only a black pair of boxers, the same thing from last night. His hair was sticking up in a messy quiff, so it looked like he’d been pulling on it. I vaguely wondered if that whore was still in his bed.

Cassidy. Shut the fuck up.

Right.

I rolled my eyes and tore my gaze away from him. I waited until he was gone to pull the string on my blinds and let them fall, obscuring my view, and I smiled satisfactorily. I hated Harry Styles. He was an annoying little piece of shit that didn’t know when to stop pestering people. He knew where my buttons were and exactly how to push them, and I was done with this. I was done conversing with him outside of our swim sessions, and clearly, after the events that had taken place last night, he felt the exact same way.

This was good. I was sure of it.

Notes

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