Over Again

Callie, a twenty year old drop out, was troubled from the start. She grew up in a bad part of New York and was raised by poor parents, who disappeared shortly after she turned sixteen. She decides to go to London to start a new life. She never suspects a super star to help her throughout her tough journey to the finish line, but as she encounters some bumps in the road, she isn't one hundred percent positive that she will make it.


3. On the Right Side of the Wrong Bed

Cassie's P.O.V.

What did I just do?

Well, for starters, I'm in a car with a total stranger. Wait, make that five total strangers. I'm also squished in between two of these strangers because someone thought it would be a good idea to squeeze four people into the back seat. Great.

The one in passenger's seat, with the buzz cut, looked like the only sober one besides Louis, turned around to look at me.

"Hi, I'm Liam," he said with a charming smile, "and that's Niall," he gestured to the blonde one, "and that's Zayn, and that's Harry," he pointed to the two boys on either side of me.

"Callie," I said with an awkward wave. Harry and Zayn looked like they were about to fall asleep on top of me.

Seconds later, we were at a huge house (or flat as these Brits call it). The boys shuffled in, but I was little slower, a little more hesitant, so Louis stayed behind with me.

"I have a spare room, or you could sleep on the couch with the telly. Up to you."

I grinned. I haven't seen a television in years. "Couch."

He returned my smile as we entered the flat. I admired the large living space as the boys all scattered everywhere, except for Louis, who stayed with me.

I caught the stack of DVDs out of the corner of my eye and rushed towards it. I looked through the movies while Louis made my "bed". I never heard of any of these movies, really, I've only seen signs and adds for them in New York City.

"Ever see this one?" Louis pulled out a DVD that said on the cover "Good Will Hunting". I shook my head.


"I suggest you watch it. Great movie," he showed me how to use the remote controls and told me to help myself to anything in the fridge.

Just as he was about to walk up stairs, I said, "Wanna watch it with me?" I didn't know the words came out of my mouth until I heard them. He smiled.

"Yah. Why don't you make some popcorn, love, and I'll go get dressed into my sleep cloths."

What happened next surprised me quite a bit.

Before he reached the first step, he took his sweater off along with his shirt, leaving my eyes glued to his bare chest all the way up the stairs. My mouth make a large "O" shape for what seemed like ten minutes. Damn.

I shook it off and started to make the popcorn. Just before the beep, Louis came down in an "Avengers" t-shirt and sweatpants. I couldn't help but smile at-

No. Just watch the movie.

Hours later, it was like a found my long lost best friend. We had so much in common; liked the same foods, music, just... Things, in general. After two movies, two bowls of popcorn, and about thirty five ring pops, it was time to go sleep.

It had been an hour since Louis left me on the couch, and there is no way I could keep sleeping on that thing. I hopped off and scurried upstairs to Louis's room. I squeaked open the door quietly, only to find him wide awake.

"Can't sleep?" He asked.

I shook my head in response. He patted the open space next to him in his big bed. I was not hesitant to get on it, and I almost fell asleep instantly one I shut my eyes...


My eyes stretched open, and for a second I didn't know where I was, so I started to panic, but then I remembered what happened last night. I sighed with relief.

I went downstairs to have some breakfast, when the most delicious smell hit my nose. I walked into the kitchen and a steaming plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon was waiting right on the table.

"For you, madam," Harry handed me a plate and a glass of orange juice.

"Why thank you," I said with a smile.

"Hey!" Louis came into the kitchen and handed me a backpack. "I already made your stuff, but you can leave as late as you can..." I could see some hurt in his piercing blue eyes.

"I can stay another day!"
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