It’s nice being home.
Sofia dropped me off and quickly went to her mother’s house where she was staying until tomorrow when she would travel back to London again. I was left with all of my belongings on the pavement, having to drag them up to the house myself.
“Cassie, darling!” Mum had exclaimed when she opened the door, “Come in, leave your bags in the hall…” she ordered as she ushered me into the lounge.
“Surprise!” I heard when I crashed through the doorway and I saw as many family members as could fit standing or sitting in front of me. Immediately they had all begun to hug me and tell me they’ve missed me and hope I’m well soon (I bet mum organised this because of my ‘home-sickness’ then).
Though the welcome was warm, the rest of my two weeks here have been dull and boring. All I’ve been doing is sitting in my room, occasionally nipping to the shop for Mum. None of my old friends have contacted me, but then again they may not know I’m back.
The boys weren’t happy. I received many text messages from them, which I refused to read after the first couple, and plenty of phone calls that I denied. Alistair kept me informed on the day he took over my job, texting me to say how the boys are doing. They believed the letter so I guess they didn’t want to sound selfish in wanting me to come back straight away. I wonder how long it’ll be before they realise I won’t be coming back.
Just after the little family reunion, once everyone had gone, I was flicking through the channels on the telly for something to occupy myself. Without knowing, I had switched to ITV, where X Factor was being broadcasted. I dropped the remote on the floor, and then scrambled to pick it up so I could change the channel, which is when my mum walked in.
“Ooh, keep this on! Aren’t the boys going to be on here today?”
“Umm…yeah I think so…” I said casually.
“Good thing you didn’t miss it then, right?” she smiled back. She didn’t leave until the entire show had finished, so I couldn’t switch the channel.
In silence we watched them perform their new song – the one Gwen had boasted about hearing exclusively when she hadn’t. I left the room to get a drink as Dermot greeted the boys, but before I’d even found a cup, mum shouted me back.
“Cassie! Get in here, quick!” I do so and find her rewinding the television so I was forced to listen to them. “I think they’re talking about you!”
When she plays it Liam is saying, “…Just like to thank all of our amazing fans out there and to everyone who has helped us get this far…” and then Harry cuts in saying, “Especially our assistant! She’s ill at the moment so we’re hoping she gets better soon.”
“Aww! Isn’t that sweet!” Mum siad, and I laughed along with her before climbing the stairs.
That night I couldn’t sleep.
So many thoughts were flying around my head I couldn’t find any way to shut them up. I’d been thinking about what Gwen had said too, that that house was never my home.
Mostly, I’d been imagining the boys’ reactions to my leaving.
At first I thought they would all be really upset that I’d gone. I could imagine Zayn and Liam wrapping each other in a bromance hug and sobbing into the other’s shoulder; Louis doing a huge dramatic scene where he’d fall to his knees and pretend to pull his hair out; and Niall sinking to the floor and playing a sad tune on his guitar, then stuffing his face with oreos.
After that my thoughts drifted over to the dark side. I started thinking that they were just like, ‘Oh well, these things happen,’ and then riding off into the sunset with Alistair, instantly forgetting I’d ever existed. Somewhere in that scene Gwen emerged, devil horns poking out from under her red cap.
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One Direction's Assistant
Fanfiction*Harry fic* Cassie got the job of a lifetime - working with the groups on the X Factor. The ones who favoured the most hired her as their assistant following their third-place victory. One year after she got her dream job, Cassie found herself as th...
