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.


28. Starve

Cassidy's pov







I open the front door to mine and the boys' huge house. I put my tote bag full of products and materials and go into the kitchen. I grab a jar full of peanut butter and a spoon. Before I take a spoonful of creamy peanut butter, I remember what my boss told me, "The thinner, the more fans, the more publicity, the more money." I put it all away and grab an apple instead. I wanted money.



"You look beautiful, babe. How was the shoot?" Harry asked and I shrugged. 



"The same as the last four, it was okay." I bit into my apple. Harry gave me a kiss on my head.



"Are you okay?" I shrugged again, I don't know.



"I feel light headed." His eyebrow turned into an immediate arch and I saw some spots. I see them every few minutes, it's okay.



"You need some sugar," He said as he our his head over my forehead.



"No I don't. I'll be fine." I reply, and I could tell he was ticked off.



"You've been extremely 'dieting' for the last month. And by dieting, I mean starving yourself by only eating an apple every other day. This isn't healthy." He said in a cool tone. I needed to do this, he doesn't understand.



"I have to, Harry. Plus, that's the least that I could do for them. They were sweet enough to take me back into the agency." His eyes hit the floor.



"Did you diet like this before they dropped you?" He asked and I slowly shook my head.



"I'm doing a bigger job now. I'm really happy where I am." I threw the rest of my apple in the trash can and walk upstairs, stumbling a little. Right when I close the door to Harry and I's room, I collapse on the ground. Slowly falling to sleep the third time this week.









I was sick of her feeling sick everyday. I was sick of peeling herself off of our floor because she passes out nearly everyday. I was sick of her dumb job I gave her again. I was mostly sick of lying to her. I go upstairs into the bathroom that's attached to Cassidy and I's bathroom. Instead of going through the bedroom, I just go through the door. I take out my phone and dial hollisters number.



"Hello Mr. Styles." Marla's voice chimed in.



"When I asked for my girlfriend to get back in, I asked for her to work and not to starve herself." I heard Marla laugh.



"How about we talk about this in person, Harry." I groaned and agreed. She gave me an address and a time.




Cassidys pov




I was woken up by a door opening, but not the the bedroom. To the bathroom. I was still in a daze but I could make out a few words. I try to sit up to wake up and lay against the wall to the bathroom. I hear something interesting...



"When I asked for my girlfriend to get back in, I asked for her to work and not to starve herself."


It was obviously Harry, and I could tell even when I was barley awake. Did he really lie to me? Maybe he hasn't told me yet. I'll let nature take its course, unless he doesn't tell me at all.

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