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


4. He wants me to stay?

Casey's P.O.V 

I was so relieved to finally be leaving the mall. Everybody was staring at us. Harry didn't even seem to notice. I guess he's probably used to it by now though, thats understandable. I could feel him get annoyed with me when I couldn't decide the shirt I wanted. He didn't have to buy 4 for me though. I felt like I was mooching off of him too much... And he was letting me. I didn't like that feeling. Oh well, we're going back now. Harry was still smiling though. How could he smile for so long? Don't his cheeks hurt? Why was he always smiling? I'm not really even that funny. My thoughts were interrupted by his deep voice, "Did you have fun?" "Yeah" I said emptily. I didn't want to be to jumpy and happy, but I think I was a little bit too blank. I knew Harry picked up on it. His smile kind of washed. It was still there, not as obvious though. I knew I had to say something else. "I'm in love with the shoes. They're really comfortable" I smiled. I felt like that lightened it up a bit. "Oh yeah?" He smiled back at me. "Mhmm" He laughed lightly when I said that. Was that funny? I don't know... "Hey, why don't we make one more stop before we go home?" He said. He had a cheeky little smirk on his face. What was he thinking? I raised an eyebrow at him. "Where do you want to go?" "You'll see." He said, looking back forward at the road. He still had that smirk on his face. Where was he going to take me? He took a sharp right into the lot of a small shopping complex. I rolled my eyes when he parked right in front of an enormous swim suit boutique. "What?" He looked at me with a fake pout, "You don't want to go in?" I looked at him, still pouting. "Harry why do I need a—" he didn't even let me finish before unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out of the car. I got out too. Harry was already at the door. He opened it for me and I walked past him. I watched as he walked over to the wall to the left of us and grabbed a basket from the pile. I walked in front of him and he followed me closely. I walked over to a little table with a collection of bikinis from my favorite designer label. I rummaged through the pile of swimsuits. None of then were the same. Each was a unique design, but some were similar. I picked up a black bikini top with pink flowers thrown over it. It was padded, so it would support and push up my boobs. I loved bikinis like that. I turned around to put it in the basket, but Harry was holding it... Harry wasn't behind me. I looked around, but I still couldn't find him. I walked around for a bit looking for bottoms. I found a pair that was a deep solid pink that went perfectly with my top. Now that I had my suit, I could try to find Harry. It wasn't that hard. As soon as I turned the corner at the end of the isle, I saw him walking down with the basket overflowing with swim suits. "Harry, why did you get those?"
"Because I want you to try them on!" Ugh. I don't want to try fifty-million swim suits on.
"I might not even like them!"
"Okay, fine" he said. I was confused for a second until he dumped the basket out.
"Harry! What are you doing?"
"Pick the ones out that you like." He said it like it was obvious. I didn't really like a whole lot if them. I picked out 2 tops and a bottom that I liked. "Great! Now go try them on." He said with a grin. "I'll go put these back" he said gesturing to the twelve or so tops and bottoms lying all over the floor. I found my way to the dressing room. I tried them on, including the one that I picked. I did really like them all, but I still had to go with the one I chose. I put my clothes back on and stepped out of the dressing room, only to see Harry standing at the end of the hallway... Wearing a bikini top and pink swim trunks. I burst out laughing, and he put his hands on his hips and "strut his stuff" to the beat of the background music playing. Everybody in the store was staring with their mouths dropped to the ground. I was laughing so hard I was almost crying. I got a hold of myself a little bit after and just looked at him. Standing there in a bikini smiling at me. Harry started running towards me and I just couldn't take my eyes of him. His butterfly tattoo was sitting perfectly over his abbs. He got closer to me. He came up and gabbed me by the waist and lifted me up. I flailed my legs and squealed. "Harry!" I felt his arms flex around me. It felt so strong and safe. He put me down, making fun of my squeal. "Shut up" I nudged him playfully. I rubbed my hip. He had forgotten about my cut. I wasn't thinking about it until after, as I felt the pain pulse through my side. "Oh, I'm so sorry Casey" he felt bad about it, you could see it in his eyes. "No, it's fine" I said half heartedly. He apologized to me again. "Harry. Its ALL RIGHT" I said, "just get out of that bikini and let's go" I joked. Harry went and got back in his clothes. I took the basket and we walked it up to the cashier. Harry bought the pink swim shorts he was wearing. He also grabbed the swimsuits he chose for me too. Harry quickly paid for everything and we walked back to the car. "I still don't understand why I need a swimsuit." I said after I buckled my seatbelt. "I do have a private beach behind my house y'know" 
"Yeah, but its not like I'm ever going to go use it." 
Harry's face changed. He looked disappointed.
"Why not?" He asked with sad eyes.
"Well.... I don't know..." I said. I didn't really know what to say.
"Don't you want to come back?" He said.
"Do you want me to?"
"Of course I do!" He yelled, but he wasn't rude. It was actually kind of sweet. "Really?" I asked. "Yes." His eyes were hopeful. "Well I didn't know. I didn't want invite my self back. I didn't know if you wanted me to or not. Of course I want to go back. I mean, after everything you did, you are obviously a great guy and," I was talking his ear off I know it but I couldn't stop talking, "I want to spend time with you. Your just funny and sweet and—" "okayyy" he cut me off. I'm glad he did. I would never have stopped talking. He chuckled softly "Lets go" Harry drove out of the shopping center, and onto the main road. We didn't talk the whole way back. The silence wasn't awkward, but more... Peaceful.

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