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CHAPTER 7 - Tell Me A Lie

CASSY POV

I was busy staring out the window of Harry’s car when he broke the silence between us.

“So what’s our agenda for today?” He asked as we entered the parking lot. I decided to drag him to the mall to help me get the supplies I need for my surprise for Zayn.

“I need to work on a peace offering for Zayn. There are a couple of things I need to buy.” I replied as I got out of the car. Harry nodded in response as we got inside the mall. The mall we were in was located in Holmes Chapel, it was small and not a lot of people actually go there. It was perfect because the last thing I wanted is for Harry to get mobbed by paps and fans.

“What are you planning on buying exactly?” He asked.

“First thing I need to buy is… in here!” I said, pulling him by his arm inside a lingerie store.

“Hey, whoa, wait.” He said, stopping right in front of the store’s entrance. “I’m not going in there.”

“Yes, you are. I need your help. Now come on!” I said, dragging him in once again. But he was too strong, and he wouldn’t budge.

“I don’t even know why you chose me to come with you!” He cried out, stomping his feet like a little child.

“I was supposed to ask Gemma to come with me, but she’s busy with Ashton. Most of my girl friends are too busy with their own stuff, and you’re the only one left.” I explained. When he looked like he still wasn’t going to move, I pouted at him. “Pleaaase, Harry. I’ll be quick, I promise!”

“Ugh.” He groaned, rolling his eyes. “Fine.”

“Yay!” I chirped.

“The things I do for you.” I heard him mutter under his breath as we went inside the lingerie store.

After picking out the lingerie and a few more thing for my surprise, we decided to go home.

“I have a strong feeling we’d be on the front page tomorrow morning.” Harry said, keeping his eyes on the road. He looked a little worried.

“Yeah. But seriously, Harry, thanks for being so patient. I hope Zayn’s gonna love what I have in store for him.” I said. I should be worried about what the papers would say if they do write an article about me and Harry, but I was too excited about the surprise to think about that.

“He better. I spent a good hour and a half getting graphic images of your sex life and putting up with your indecisive mind. I don’t want that to go to waste.” He told me, before letting out a low chuckle.

“Yeah.” I agreed, laughing along with him.  “I have a question. Do you know any of those friends he has from Bradford?”

“I met them at Zayn’s party once.” He said, glancing over at me for a short second. “Tried to sell me drugs then he introduced me to one of his girls. I refused of course.”