Cassidy was on the run from the one who knew her most. It all started when she drove her sister and her friends to the One Direction concert. Little did she know, Cassidy would meet someone who would change her life forever. He befriended her, he loved her, he saved her. His name is Harry Styles.


9. Awkward


I burst out the door. "Cassie, wait." I kept on going. "UAAGHH!!" I screamed, kicked over a trashcan. I picked up a glass bulb inside it and through it at the ground, screaming. Harry runs up behind me and wraps me in his arms.

"It's fine. We'll get him." He comforts me. Ill admit, it worked only a BIT. I stepped away from him. 

"Harry, he fucking raped me! How the hell will I get over it? I loved him for months, Harry. I trusted him with my life! I wanted to go off and marry him someday. When I fall in love, I fall in love. And when he slipped just once, it had to be a sexual assault. There goes the trust, love, passion, best friend, and memories wasted on him!" I start to sob and jump back to Harry immediately.

"Ill protect you. Im sorry." He cuddles me and walks me back to the car.

"Harry, can I tell you something?" I ask shaking as he stopped at the light.

"Anything and everything." He half smiled with one hand on the wheel.

"To be fully honest, I think I like you. I don't know yet. Im confused, its so soon after everything. Uh, forget I said anything. Im just humiliating myself." I stammered. He looks back at me frowning.

"What if I don't want to forget? A beautiful girl who I like wants me too? That's something I want." He smiles. He takes his hand off the wheel and leans in closer. His hand under my chin, bringing me closer. So close to touching. I close my eyes gracefully. Right when I feel him breathing on my face,


"HONK HONK!" We jumped up high looking next to us. Seeing the boys in the car. Great. We wake back awkwardly. Zayn was twerking, Niall was laughing, Liam was dancing, and Lou was the mastermind behind everything im guessing. Playing Madonna, that sassy bastard ruined the moment.

"Awkward..." I say through my teeth, smiling nervously.

"I'll say," He rolls down the window. "nice timing, lads! THANKS!" He shouts. Lou tells Niall to roll down the window closest to our car.

"Welcome, mate! Woah man, are your lips pink like lipstick?" Lou's humor sure is SOMETHING all right. We drove off. We pull into my house.

"Why are we here?" I ask. He squints at it.

"Your parents are probably worried sick. I would be. You'll be fine, im just a phone call and a block or 10 away." He smiles.

"Thanks. I cant thank you enough. But just my dad, my mum is in an asylum." His eyes widen.

"Why? You don't have to answer." I look at my hands, twirling them around.

"When I was 4, my mom was an alcocholic. It took her over. She began to hit me. It was daily. She went crazy from pills. She was high off bars constantly and murdered an innocent person. This person was named Grace Johnson. She was 18. She was my neighbor's daughter. She pulled a knife on her. My dad didn't know she did anything but drink so he didn't do anything. He was always at work. When I was 9, she stopped hitting. I ran away when I was 12 from her alcohol addiction. I came back 3 months later. She went to jail when I turned 13." I explain.


"I don't feel uncomfortable about it. I explain it a lot." I admit. "Im so sorry." He kisses my cheek.

"Bye Harry." I wave and hop out the car.

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