Daughter Of The Designer

Kasey's mom has just lost her job. Kasey's mom needs a job to keep the house, buy food, etc. But when Kasey's mom finds a job, Kasey is so happy. she is even Happier when she finds out her mom's new job is the clothes designer of ONE DIRECTION! her favorite boy band.


12. Harry!

Kasey's POV.

No, it wasen't Louis in te black truck, it was.. HARRY!

"harry you scraed the crap out of me!" i said.

"what are you doing on the sidewalk, shouldn't you be in school?" he asked.

"long story. did louis ask you to come pick me up?" i asked.

"no, but i can give you a lift, were ya off too?" he asked.

"home." i said.

"i'll call louis saying that i got you." harry said.

"what?" i asked.

"like that i'm driving you." harry said.

"okay." i said.

harry called louis and said that he's bringing me home.

"so where were you off to?" i asked.

"ah, just, um.." he stummbled.

"just getting away from everything?" i asked.

"yeah, pretty much." he said.

"so what's got you troubled?" i asked.

"uhm, it's complicated, and no offence, but i can't really tell you, and plus you may not understand.." he said.

"what is that meaning?" i asked.

"just, nothing." he said.

"tell me." i protested.

"why do women always have to be so damanding?" he mummbled.

"see harry, this is one of the things i don't like about you, you make comments and don't care who hears. it's really rude." i said.

"oh really?" harry said.

"yes." i replid.

we were in silence. harry stopped the car.

"i think you should walk." harry said.

"what?" i said.

"get out. you should walk." harry said.

"fine." i snapped as i got out.

"oh and harry, don't even worry, this wouldn't have worked out anyways, louis is more my type.'' i said as i smiled.

i said that because i knew that wwould get harry mad, he is being a jerk, so he doesn't get to be on my nice side.

"your not my type either, i like pretty girls."harry said as he drove off.

did he really just call me ugly?
the moment i thought i was feeling special.

tears sprung in my eyes.

i called louis.

"Louis, can you please pick me up?" i said trying to hold back tears.

"i thought harry got you, were are you? and what's wrong?" he asked me.

"long story, near the witson park, and i'll tell you later." i said.

"oh-okay." he said.

"thanks." i said.

"i'm on my way." he said.

i hung up.

i know i said a bad comment to harry, but that was on characristics, not appearance. did he really think that of me?

louis can up in the red van. i got in the front. that's it, i couldn't hold back my tears, i let them all out.

"okay, you need to tell me what happend."louis said.

"okay, well after i asked you to come and get me, harry pulled up. i got in the car with him, as you know, and he told you that he was picking em up. then while we were driving, he made a comment. a nasty one. so i told him off. then he told me to get out of the car. i did as told, but i said something i regret, and it's embarrasing, but i said to harry, don't even worry about this,it would have never worked out, louis is more my type anyways. then he gave me a glair and he made a comment back. he said, don't even worry, it wouldn't have worked out, i like pretty girls.." i said.

i cried.

"oh, kasey.." he said.

"don't you even worry about tht. harry was just... mad. he says things that are totally un-true, when he is mad. you are beautiful." louis said.

"thanks louis." i said as i hugged his arm and wiped away my tears.

"now, am i going crazy or did you say i was your type?" louis said with a smile.

i blushed.

we pulled into the driveway.

we walked inside. harry was talking to liam and niall and zayn was on the couch. he looked  at me when we came in. he saw the tears in my eyes.

"what happend? was it donnie?" zayn asked while he pulled me into a hug.

"did donnie say something?" zayn asked.

"Donnie's not the one who said something." i said while looking at harry.

zayn followed were i was looking. he saw i was looking at harry. harry didn't even glance at me.

"okay well, i hate to leave you like this, but i have o go talk to louis for a second okay?" zayn said.

"okay." i said.

they walked away.

i went up to harry, niall, and liam.

harry looked at me. he saw the tears in my eyes. in his eyes you could see regret, but then he blinked and you could see pure anger. liam and niall must have noticed too, because they looked at me after they saw harry's mood.

"we will leave you two alone." liam said looking at me and harry, then he pulled niall away.

"i'm sorry for the things i said." i said to harry.

"i'm not." harry mummbled.

"i want your really option on this, not because you are mad, but really, do you really think i'm ugly?" she asked.

"look, kasey, i didn't mean what i said. i tend to... say things i don't mean when i'm mad." harry said.

"you need to keep that under control." i said.

"why? i can do what i want!" harry said.

"so you like being a jerk when your mad?" i yelled.

"Maybe i  do!" harry yelled back.

"harry, i don't like your angry side." i said.

"then don't get me angry." he said.

"harry do you mean the things you say when your angrey? even just a little?" I asked.

"ugh, just leave me alone, i don't enjoy talking to you." harry said. i blocked his way out of the kitchen.

"let me elave?" he said.

"then say sorry!" i said.
"no. now let me leave." he said.

"no." i sad.

he got angrey, so he pushed me out of his way, i don't think he ment to push me as hard as he did, but he did so hard i fell to the ground. it hrt. A LOT. it made a thump.

harry didn't even look back. tears filled my eyes again.

i need to get away from harry.

i ran down the hall, and sat in the supply closet. and cried.


Louis' POV.

"you wanted to talk to me?" i asked zayn.

"harry keeps fighting with kasey, and i don't like it." he said.

"he can be such a jerk sometimes." i said.

''do you think he likes her?" he asked me.

"here you go talk to harry and find out. meanwhile, i'm going to comfert kasey." i said.

we both went downstairs, half was down the stairs we heard a big thump.

we both ran down.

liam and niall were no were in sight, and harry sat down on the couch with a beer.

"i'll go talk to him.|" zayn told me.

"okay. were's kasey?" i asked harry.

"all i know is that she ran off crying. but really i don't care." harry said.

'' i think i know were she is." i said.

i ran to the spply closet. anmd i saw kasey there, crying her eyes out.

"how did you know i was in here?" she asked.

"this is were i go when i'm upset." i smile.

"really?" she laughs.

i sit down beside her. i put my arm around her.

"don't worry, harry can be a jerk sometimes. but he will feel guilt, and then say sorry." i said.

" i thought i liked harry, because you know, he cleaned up the art for me, i tought that was cute, and he made cute moves, like holding my hand and stuff, and i liked him from being a directioner, but he is being a jerk." she said.

"i know. harry is just going threw a rough time.."" i said.

"what is he going threw?" she  asked.

"you really wanna know?" i asked her.

"yes." she said.

"well, see, me, zayn, and harry, all like you. and were basicly fighting over you." i say blushing.

"really?" she asked.

"yes." i said.

"well, i hav had one guy on my mind for a long time now." she said.

"who?" i asked smiling.

"but i'm not sure." she said.

"who?" i asked again.

"but like i said, i might change my mind, i don't know, just i think they are really cute, and i think i might like them.>" she said.


i laughed.

"you." she smiled.

"really?" i asked.

"really." she smiled.


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