Deception || harry styles

Chapter 15

Cassie's POV.

The next evening, I walk out of the dorms while a wave of anxiety suddenly washes over me. I have no idea what to except from this.

I arrive at the doors to the bookstore a half hour early, in the sense of trying to calm my shaking nerves with the familiar scent of the withering book pages.

I'm looking through the old and new books when out of my peripheral vision, I see a man who seems to be urgently talking to himself, his theatrical movements aligned with the movement of his mouth.

I turn my vision fully to see a full view of the dramatic man, and am surprised to see who isn't supposed to be here for another half hour. All I can think is, "Why are you here?". I was supposed to be able to calm myself down, to gather my thoughts, but now seeing the man who was making me so confused is causing my heart to beat uncontrollably. I think it's that specific noise that causes him to turn his head, so our eyes meet for the first time in days.

I have forgotten the effect just a glimpse of him has on me. I need to keep my calm, I can't let him see how he and his words have effected my inner and outer destructive self.

"Cassie?" Harry speaks out with wild and frantic eyes.

He never calls me that.

"Our meet isn't for another twenty-five minutes what are you doing here?" I question him, the wild look remaining in his eyes. He leans down and picks up the book that I had unconsciously dropped,

"Well-Uh, why are you here anyway?" Harry is urgently trying to find a way to reverse the attention back on to me, so he can collect his thoughts too. Nuh-uh that ain't happening, he took away my time to calm down, no way I'm going to be the one interrogated.

"What was up with the weird motions and mumbling? Looked like you had a mental illness or something, no offense of course."

"Oh, wow the 'no offense' adds so much, really." Harry rolls his eyes, but I can hear the humor behind his now even voice. I look up to find the confident, and easy-going Harry that I met at the club with a smirk plastered nonchalantly to his lips. "And, to answer your question, I was just getting a look at all the new books, on Thursdays all the new books arrive for the weekend; gotta get the first grabs." His eyes sweep down to look at the newly printed book held in my hands, "it seems you've gotten a hang of the concept."

I flip the book written by E.L. James so he doesn't know I'm already onto the second one in the series. "I was just at the coffee shop a block away and it seemed useless to walk all the way back to my dorm." I'm trying, but failing, to keep my voice from quivering from lying under the intensity from his green emeralds.

"Shall we sit?' I laugh at his proper wording and gentlemanly gestures as he pulls the small chair out that's directly in front of the one he was in before. I nod curtly to him and offer a small, closed-mouth, smile.

Once I'm seated comfortably with one tan leg pulled up to my chest and the other on the chair's leg Harry sits down himself. With my mind racing I look at the wooded rounded table we are seated at. On the smooth table are two cold coffees with their sugar cubes almost completely evaported, a vose of white and yellow flowers. and a book by Stephen King which surprisingly was not an assigned book in our Lit, class. When I steal a glance up toward the man who has verbally abused me multiple times I realize he's very handsome. Not just in a super-star model kind of way, but in the way that you can read his emotion just by looking into his eyes, and you can sense his nervousness just by watching the frantic movements of his fingers, and when he pushes the loose curls off his forehead in a way that shows you he's done it a million times before. But, most of all,his beautiness comes from the way he can look at you and make you feel as though the world has stopped rotating just for this wonderous moment, because you are just so special to him. And you get to thinking that you'll do anthing to go back to that split second and live in that time even if it's just for a second longer. Aftter this one look all you ever want to do again is sit there and be his whole world one more time.