In Case You Didn't Know { Olly Murs Fanfic }

Chapter 7

IM SO TERRIBLY SORRY FOR NOT POSTING! I hope you had a merry, merry Christmas and hope you have an amazing new year! Anyway, I'll try to make this good and quite long. :)

This one's a bit dramatic, mwhahhaa.

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Spencer's POV

I wasn't sure what to do with my life now, I felt I needed to get revenge on Olly. But for what? For telling the truth? I sigh. I observe the crowds and rushing civilians in front of me. A lady with her dog, a small sausage dog, is trying to get through the crowd. I sigh, thinking about why I actually broke up with her. I guess I was jealous of what Olly and Kayla had. I felt a pang of anger in my stomach, as I realise I broke up with Kayla for Olly, and Olly had to go all rage on me. I guess I deserved it. He didn't need to call me those things though, it just, reminded me. It reminded me, and I couldn't take it. As I think about it, I feel a tear well up and a pang of guilt and pain. It reminded me of my childhood.

Olly's POV

I can see Kayla's been mad at me for a while now. I've tried apologising and doing anything I could, but she just won't cooperate.

"Kayla, I'm sorry, okay?" I say, and she frowns at me.

"What for, Olly?" She asks simply, obviously lying in her knowledge.

"I can see your mad, Kayla. Don't pretend it's not obvious," I say, sighing.

"Maybe," she insists and continues walking.

"Kayla! Wait up! What can I do? What can I do to make it up to you?" I ask, practically pleading and begging in front of people.

"Right now, nothing. You can shop with me, maybe? I guess that's what we came here for." She replies, sighing.

"Fine. Kayla, I'm sorry," I say, and she chuckles.

"I had no idea..."

Cass' POV

I feel like I'm fading from everything. With the Olly, Spencer and Kayla business I'm nothing. Not even updated. Liam's gone on a business trip, and well, I'm stuck here in my bedroom. I'm not good enough, that's what. I look in to the mirror across my room and sigh. I was never really considered "pretty". I look at my reflection with interest. I wasn't particularly thin at all, I had hazel brown hair down to my hips, bright green eyes, and my skin was tanned. My nose was small, and my ears were quite large, but pushed back a little, so they don't stick out. My eyelashes are long, so I don't wear mascara often. I have always been a quiet one, I don't like others knowing my feelings, opinion or anything else. As a matter of fact, I don't even talk at all. To think I've been given the gift of talking, I don't even use it that much, I'd be fine without a voice box. Of course, same me, getting sidetracked and changing to near 60 subjects per hour, without talking. No, I liked talking in my head. Apart from talking, I quite like singing. It helps me with problems and emotions, it helps to just sing. Sometimes I feel music is the only one that understands me and what I go through. But I'm not good, in fact I'm terrible, probably. I've never sang in front of anyone, not even Kayla, my best friend since birth. She says we were separated twins at birth, because we have the same birthday and coincidentally we were born in the same hospital.

"It's just a coincidence," I insist, but she rolls her eyes.

"Cass, you need to have imagination!" She says, her eyes sparkling.

"Sure, Kayla," I say, sighing, but chuckling at her expression.

Maybe we were. We don't look alike at all. In fact there are no similarities between us.