You and I

Cassie is 18 years old, she just graduated and going to London to study. But suddenly the 21 year old Harry Styles is showing unexpected up, they met when she was 10, but had never spoken since, until now.

(sorry for the mistakes in my writing, just look past them, haha! I hope you like the story, and will keep reading it. xx)


10. Pain

Harry’s P.O.V

I didn’t know how to tell her, the only person who knew was Louis and even when I told him he started crying. I felt sick, sick over myself and I just didn’t like this situation; she starred at me, like a little sad girl. “I don’t understand why they don’t like me? Like what have I done? And I don’t understand why people think I’m dating every girl I meet? Because I’m really not and the media always try to find something on me, so being a public figure can sometimes be so awful.” I said while I looked out the window. I decided not to tell her about the places I got my tattoos, because I chose these places because they are the most painful places to get tattoos and the physical pain is better than the mental pain. She still just looked at me, not a single sound came out of her mouth. She thinks I'm an awful person, because I'm feeling like this.


Cassandra’s P.O.V

I could almost feel his sadness, what should I say? My mouth was shouted, not a word came out of my freaking mouth. Instead I just pulled him in for a hug “Harry, I know it’s easier said than done, but you shouldn’t listen to the media or people who are hating on you. Think of all your fans and all the people that loves you. I know how it feels Harry” I whispered. I would have showed him my scars, but I never show anyone my scars, it’s just too much. He’s head was buried in my hair; I ran my fingers through his curly brown hair and he kissed my collarbone. He looked me in the eyes and kissed me on the lips, we both sat back in our seats and Harry started driving again. I stared at Harry, his lips were even more red than usual and his eyes were all swollen, it was awful to see him like this, I never thought that he felt like this about it, he doesn’t seems like he type who spends hours thinking about what other people thinks about him.

We drove in completely silence; Harry just stared on the road and his face was like a stone, cold and hard, “are you okay Harry?” I asked him quiet, he looked at me and gave me a fake heartless smile “I will be baby” he answered, but I could still see the sadness in his eyes. It was awful to see him so broken.


He pulled up in front of my house and just sat there and looked out the window, “please come inside Harry?” I asked and begged him at the same time, I didn’t want him to drive from me and especially not when he’s that sad. Without a word he opened the door and stepped out of the car and so did I, we walked in to the house and I gave Harry a little tour and ended it in my room. It was raining outside and I could feel the sleepiness sneaking up on me. “Do you want a cup of tea?” I asked and yawned, he was lying on my bed and he looked exhausted and drained from energy, “No, thank you” he answered. I laid down next to him and we snuggled under the warm duvet and we both fell into a deep sleep.


I woke up by the doorbell, I looked at my phone, it was 10pm, we had been sleeping for hours and Harry was still asleep. He looked like an angel, so serene and beautiful. The doorbell rang again, who would come over this late? I walked out to the door and opened up and there stood the person I least expected.

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