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.


20. Defeated or Started?


After I pulled up my pants, I walked to the door to meet Amber. Harry grabbed my hand and kissed me. I yanked him off.

"Nope! Not now!" I opened the prison doors to hell as Harry followed. Everyone was sitting and talking in the den. There she was, Amber. She was unfortunately really pretty and really familiar. I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Hi I'm Amber." She beamed and held out her hand. I took it and shook her man hands stiffly. "I'm Cassidy." I attempted to smile, which probably looked like I was dying. Whenever we shook hands, she mainly looked me up and down. I felt a bit uncomfortable.

"I see you and Harry are good friends." She says, obviously clueless. Yet she saw me almost nude.

"More than friends, actually. Cass is my girlfriend." Her eyes widened a little bit. She still stayed calm.

"Cute! I'll sleep on the couch, I guess." She groaned and Harry whispered in my ear. I repeated what he said.

"No Amber, have my bed! I can sleep in Harry's." Haz put his arm around me and pulled me closer. Amber kind of rolled her eyes.

"Thanks Cassidy. I missed Perrie!" Amber fangirled and carried on. We all just giggled at her fakeness.

"You were with her?" 

"Yeah, but you are much better. You're more beautiful, sweet, fun, and you are actually real unlike her high ass voice." I shoved him a little bit. Amber kept on eyeing me. I ran my fingers through Harry's hair and started laughing psychotically. Harry played along and kissed me. We basically made out with her hawk eyes burning through my soul... No biggie. 

She wants to kill me.

I did nothing.

I only stole Harry.

She doesnt know me.

Nope not at all. 

Harry unlocked his lips from mine and we sat down on the fluffy couch. Right then, Amber approached us with her face red.

"Cassidy, I'm guessing you know about my past with Harry." I looked over at her and nodded constantly.

"I dont really care. Move along. I believe Harry and I were chatting about our history." I chuckled as she stomped away. 

"Remember whenever we ate icecream and sipped lemonade at your flat? And watched that movie.. What was it?" He shouted happily. 

"The Breakfast Club!" I exclaimed. I get a glimpse at Amber pretending to cut off my head. I gulp and look away. Right when I thought I won...

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