Look at Me - H.S.

~ Chapter 23 ~

Harry's POV

"It's Cassie." Shaun sighs.

"What d'ya mean? What happened to her? Is she alright?"

Panic sets in and my heart rate increases to an alarming speed. Suddenly, my seated position on a sun lounger by the pool seems far too relaxed and I'm up onto my feet and heading towards the house for some privacy. The friends who were all chatting amongst themselves just two minutes ago, have fallen silent and their eyes are all staring directly at me as I cross the threshold and disappear from their view.

"Honestly? Not really, no. Actually, she's far from okay, H"

"Shaun, what the fuck happened? I thought she was out on the piss with her mate?"

"She err, yeah, she was. She decided to get the train home on her own and -"

"On her own! Jesus, what the fuck is she playing at?"

Fuck I feel sick. If something happened to her I'll...I'll, I don't know what I'll do but fuck I wish she hadn't done that.

"I know, I know, I've already spoken to her about that, I was on the phone with her the whole way home, she was fine. But then she called me crying and hyperventilating. She was in a really bad way, H. It was fucking awful."

Pacing up and down my kitchen and incessantly running my hand through my hair, I can't take it anymore, I need to know.

"Shaun, I love ya, man but if you don't hurry the hell up and tell me what happened..."

"Right, yeah. Sorry."
I hear him take a deep breath before he continues.
"She walked in on Mark shagging someone else, in their bed."

Shit. Fuck. Shitting Fuck.

I stop in my tracks, my free hand freezes in my hair and my heart just about breaks for my beautiful best friend.

That fucking scummy little twat.

I close my eyes and release my hitched breath through my nose slowly to try and calm myself down. My hands have begun to tremble and I can feel the sting of tears trying to escape. I don't know how to deal with this many emotions at once. Sadness, frustration, a lot of anger, they're all negative feelings and none of them are even for me. I'm not generally an angry person. Infact, I pride myself on being able to stay calm and collected in most situations, I try not to raise my voice, I have never wanted to be violent towards anybody and have always thought that most issues can be resolved by talking them through.

Until now.

Un-fucking-believable

That woman, that beautiful, kind, thoughtful, selfless human does not deserve to be treated like that and the amount of pure unadulterated rage that is coursing through my body right now is not fucking healthy.

How fucking DARE he!!

"H, you still there?"

"Fuck! Yeah, I'm here. I'm so fucking furious right now, Shaun, I'm not sure what to do."

"I know the feeling, mate. Trust me I do, but right now we need to worry about Cassie."

"Yeah, you're right. You're totally right. Fuck, she must feel terrible."

"She's sleeping right now so she's alright for the time being. I picked her up and brought her to my place. I managed to get her to shower and stuff but she has nothing here, not even any shoes for fuck sake and I know for a fact she won't want to go home. I just, I don't think I should leave her. I know you need me there but I can't, H. I can't leave her."