Fateful Night

Who would have thought that one night could change everything? After he comes across a scene to remember and helps Casey escape from a rape, Harry is hopelessly confused as his whole world has turned upsidedown and he finds himself falling for the unexpected love. Both Casey's and Harry's P.O.V in this story. Comment down below what you think and give suggestions :) Favorite and like this and I will update more :)hope you enjoy

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13. Hate

I woke up at 3:30 am. I tried to go back to sleep, but it wasn't really working. I got up to go to the bathroom. I had to pee really bad, and I didn't think it would hurt to get ready for work early. Harry was still sound asleep when I crawled out of bed. I did everything quietly trying not to wake him up. When I was finished I grabbed my phone and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I opened the almost empty refrigerator to see what I could eat. I pulled out the carton of eggs and went to the pantry to look for stuff. I found oatmeal. I cracked the eggs into a bowl and scrambled them all up. I put salt and pepper in it and dumped it in a pan on the stove. After I cooked my eggs, I put water in the oatmeal and put it in he microwave for 2 minutes. I poured myself a glass of milk and sat down to eat my eggs. The microwave beeped and I pulled my oatmeal out and ate that too. When I was done, I put everything in the sink and sat on my couch. I hadn't been on my phone since I called Harry at the bar. I unlocked my phone to see endless twitter notifications. I slid it open and clicked on my notification button in twitter. It was blown up with mentions and new followers. I didn't know what it was about until I read some of the tweets to me. They were full of hate. "I don't know why he likes you, you're just an ugly slut" "Fucking stay away from him!" "I will find out where you live, just wait" "Whore, you're gonna give Harry herpes" there was so much hate I couldn't believe it. I wanted to stop scrolling through, but I couldn't. Even when people didn't mention me, there was still hate. My feed was full of indirect hate saying "I hate Casey too but you should never send her death threats" "I hope they break up soon" "this is like Haylor all over again". I didn't even notice as a tear rolled down my cheek as I was looking through my twitter. Nobody was saying anything good about me. I was looking for that one person that might say "you're great" or "she's really pretty. Harry caught a keeper" but there was none of that. I didn't want to look anymore. I pressed the home button and got out of twitter. I went to Instagram,hoping it might not be as bad. People at least didn't find my Instagram. But as I scrolled through my feed, all of the fan pages I followed were posting non stop about me. There were pictures of us walking on the beach, kissing in the car, walking through the mall, everywhere we went in public there was a picture of. I never even saw a camera. How do they see us? What is wrong with paparazzi! How did anybody even figure out my name? Let alone my twitter account! How do fans get hold of those pictures? Tears rolled down faster. How could people say that about me? They don't even know me. I forgot about being quiet. I must have woken Harry up. He stumbled into the living room. "Babe, what's wrong?" He said to me. I barely even noticed him. I went back to twitter and handed him my phone. He took it and furrowed his brow as he read through it. He was still half asleep and his breathing was raspy, along with his voice. "This is horrible" he said reaching over to hug me. "But you can't listen to them" he wrapped himself around he until my tears stopped.  He stopped hugging me ant went over to feed Henry. Harry came back over and pulled me off the couch. He had his arm around my shoulder and walked me out the door. "Where are we going?" I asked Harry, looking up at him. "The car" he winked. "Well obviously the car, Harry, where I we taking the car" "Work" he said flatly. I looked at my phone and saw that it was time for me to go to work. "Oh..." I said, the excitement drained from my voice. Harry laughed at me as we walked down to the car. He opened my door, surprise, surprise, and walked to his side of it. He got lost on his way to the pub... Again. But I told him where to go, even though he insisted he could find his own way. He got to the bar and let me out. Before I got out of the car I gave him a kiss on the cheek. I hopped out and ran in the bar.

Harry's P.O.V

She nearly fell over herself running into the bar. Goofy girl. I drove back to my house, solidly learning how to get there without getting lost. I pushed the front door open and clumped on the couch. It still had Casey's blood stained onto its white skin. I needed to get that out, this couch was expensive. I opened a cupboard in the kitchen with cleaning supplies. I got a carpet cleaner. That might do the came thing to the couch as it would to the carpet right? Well it's worth a try. I spayed it on the couch and grabbed a rag to rub it up. It got part I the stain out, but it was still noticeably there. I tried a couple more times before it was all the way out. It was wet though, so I went and did other things. My pantry and fridge's food was almost empty, so I decided to go grocery shopping. It was almost my first time out in public without Casey for a couple days. I got to the store and tried to be out as fast as I could. That didn't really work out. It was a new store and I couldn't find everything I was looking for right away. It also didn't help that every two seconds a fan was running up to me asking for a picture. One fan ran up to me. She was so excited I thought she would pee her pants. She didn't... "Harry! Can I get a picture!" She was jumping out of her own skin. "Sure hang love" I said to her. I thought it would be just like the other times until she said something about Casey. "Why do you like that girl?" She said. She was a little snot. "Excuse me?" I said quickly but politely. "She's just a whore! You should leave her!" Did I really just hear that. Not in three years has a fan personally told me something like that. "That is none of your business, leave me alone" I said walking away from her. She stood in the middle of the cereal isle like a sad puppy. I didn't care. Fans as getting more and more obnoxious an I don't really know how to control them anymore. I went to he pay line and bought everything. I lifted the heavy groceries into m ca and headed back home.

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