Last First Kiss {A One Direction Fanfic}

Chapter 20 - Together Or Not? Part Two

Chapter 20 – Together Or Not Part 2

*Cas’ P.O.V.*

“Because, he is telling me to chase after his best friend.”

What had just come out of my mouth replayed over and over in my head. Harry’s face changed from concern to, I don’t even know what. I couldn’t read him! Why did I have to be so dam stupid! What the hell was wrong with me! I shouldn’t have said anything. I knew Harry didn’t like me and that’s what made our connection so great. The fact that we could talk carefree without having any feelings. But the fact was that I have feelings for him. The same feelings that his band mates had for me. I didn’t want a relationship with any of them. But it’s Harry and I just like him. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to be with him. Every time he told me to talk to the boys, to think about what I wanted, it killed me. I know what I want, why couldn’t he see that? Why couldn’t he see that he was the one I wanted?

I didn’t want to hear Harry’s answer. I didn’t want to hear him say ‘I’m sorry but I don’t like you in that way, but we can still be friends’. I didn’t want to hear any of that. I just needed to run so I could forget that I had even said anything. Why did I have to be so dam stupid!

Tears were streaming down my face. Tears that I tried to hold in for so long! I jumped up from my seat, not even looking at Harry, and I ran. I ran as fast as I could out of the lobby. I ran through the car park, down the street and into the main part of London. I never looked back. I didn’t listen to Harry when he called my name begging for me to stop. I heard the desperation in his voice which only made me cry more and run faster. I didn’t want to hear his pity and sympathy for me. I couldn’t hear that. I just needed to get away.

I ran to a busy part of town, and down to the Underground train station. I grabbed my card and went through the gates, hopping on the train and going straight to my Grandma’s house. She always helped me when I was sad. I would always ring her up and within 10 minutes of talking to her, I was fine and had a solution to my problems. She was great like that.

I grabbed out my phone ignoring the multiple texts and calls from Harry and dialled my Grandma’s number. I asked if it was ok if I came over for a bit to talk. I knew she heard the sadness in my voice, and without hesitation, she agreed.

*~*~*~*~

“So this Harry, is he the one you are working on the album with?” My Grandma asked handing me a cup of Yorkshire tea. I talked to her the last time I worked with and how annoying they were and how much I despised them. I had to tell her my change in opinions and why my opinions changed. She just listened intently to everything I said, adding in ‘mmm’ and ‘yes’ where necessary. She didn’t interrupt me, she just allowed me to talk.

“Yes he is. He is such a great guy Nan. He is funny, cheeky, nice, and has the cutest smile ever! He is genuine and although is kind of a flirt, he is always there when you need someone to talk to.” She looked at me confused. “What?”

“Well if he is always there when you need someone to talk to, why aren’t you talking to him about this instead of running away?” She asked me sweetly taking a sip of her tea.

“Because, he doesn’t like me, if he did he wouldn’t try and set me up with his friends!” I protested, bashing my hands against the table in frustration.

“Sweetie, you don’t know that he doesn’t like you. From the sounds of things, it seems like he does like you.”

“Then why did he say for to tell the lads who he liked?” I asked, tears still rolling down my face. I’m still not sure why I’m crying. I never even wanted to date any of them in the first place. I was just there to work and that was going to be it. I guess it’s changed now.