Another way ...

I thought He loved me but I know now ...I can never love and I WILL never love again... Atleast that's what Cassie thought until she meets Harry, the perfect boy for Cassie to forget her ex over. But with Harry being so famous and only in America for 2 months , will they ever have a chance to be together ? ...


2. Him

It's on my mind before I go to sleep and still there when I wake up. Why ? Why would he do such a thing ? I'll never know. Not because I'm too scared to ask . In fact if he was here know he'd be having a right shouting at by me . But no. I can't because he's gone. Moved to Brazil with her . I won't say her name because I'll know ill end up screaming and crying my eyes out. Like I do every few days when people talk about him or her. It was only a month ago. You think I would've healed, forgotten or something , but when something cuts you so deep all it does is leave a scar.

I get up at sunrise on Monday morning like I do every week. I pull on some skinny jeans, a tank top and my worn out trainers. I don't what to do with my hair though. It's hard to get it to do anything. It's basically a mess of brown curls and an annoying side fringe that no matter how hard I try to stick to growing it out I always end up cutting it back to its original length. Anyway, I settle for a top knot and I'm out the door with my bag in hand.

"Hey Cassie " called Jarod from across the apartment lobby. I walked over to him trying to suppress my annoyance that he was here.

"Hey! " I said with what I hoped looked like a genuine smile.

" where you off to?" He asked.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. He asked me every morning even though he knows I'm off to work. He just asks to make me stay longer and talk to him.

"Duh I'm off to work " I said with a cheesy smile.

" oh right" he said slapping his forehead as if he'd forgotten. Yeah right.

" well I gotta go. Don't wanna be late you know" I said hoping I could get away. I didn't really need to go but I didn't think I could tak another second of our small talk.

"Well before you leave I have to ask you-"

Jarod in sorry but I REALLY have to go"

"Okay " he looked disappointed. He leant in for a hug but I pretended not to notice and ran out the lobby doors.

When I got outside I realized it was raining. Hard. I cursed under my breath and pulled out my tattered Hello Kitty umbrella. As I started down the pavement I thought about Jarod. Sure he was cute but I don't think I could ever date him. He's too... Well .... Immature. He acts like his video games are his only friends (which they probably are ) and talks to me like he's never seen a girl before.

Caught in my thoughts I realized that now I really was late! I ran as fast as my legs could go forgetting about my umbrella and getting drenched as I went. I was only a block away and about 4 minutes late but mrs. Daniella like us to be early. Suddenly , a tall young man steps out one of the shops to my right and before I can stop myself we crash into each other.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry" I say trying to get up on the slippery ground.

"its alright" he replies and I can't help notice that he's British. He helps pull me up and suddenly were face to face. Talk about akward ...

" well I must go " he says.

" yeah bye " I whisper , a little dazed. He has the most magnificent green eyes.

Suddenly I'm pulled back to reality by the ringing of my cell phone. I reach to pull it out of my bag which is still on the ground. When I pick it up I realize the man had dropped his wallet. I spun around to see if he was still there but he had disappeared. I declined the call and opened the wallet to check if I could find any details to where he would be staying. That way I could return it. I noticed a drivers licence and pulled it out if it's leather slot. It read 'Harry Styles'...

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