8: I'm Not A Baby Harry.

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Chapter 8

Cassie’s P.O.V

“Harry!” I screeched.

Bangs and crashes were heard from the other side of the bathroom door as I stood staring at myself in the mirror. The door flew open to revel a very concerned Harry.

“Cassie whats-” He noticed me standing in a towel as his face formed a smirked. “What’s wrong?”

“Look at this!” I yelled pointing to a hickey in the crook of my neck.

“Sorry?” He said, but it came out more as a question.

“You’re gonna be. People are gonna see this!” I yelped

“Cover it with make-up?” He asked with a shrug.

“I didn’t even know where we were going last night. So of course I was going to bring make up, let me get it out the bag I never bought!” I shrugged sarcastically.

“Wear your hair down?” He suggested

“It’s still noticeable; My hair is layered around that area!” I mumbled.

“Urm… wear a better top?” He pointed out.

“Oh yeah, I’ll get one of them out of the bag I never bought too.” I frowned.

We had come to the hotel straight after the concert last night, so all I wore was the strap top that Lou picked out and the shorts.

“Well, Liam sent me a text and said they would pick us up in the bus, so to avoid any camera captures I could walk with my arm over your shoulder to the bus?” He offered

“I think that’s the best we’ve got.” I sighed.

He smiled at me before walking towards me, he moved a piece of wet hair out of my face before lightly pecking my forehead.

“How are you feeling today?”

“Sore.” I frowned

“Sore?” He smirked amused.

“Go away.” I grumbled blushing.

“Want me to make it better?” He winked cheekily

“How are you-” I was cut off when I felt his hand run up my inner thigh. I let out a squeak before laughing and swatting his hand away. “Stop that, I need to get changed.”

“Need any help?” He laughed

“I’m not a baby Harry.” I frowned

“You’re my baby.” He said seriously.

I looked at him a moment before throwing the nearest towel at him, he laughed as I hurried him out of the room.

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We we’re walking –Well Harry were, I was limping- over to the check out desk as I looked outside the double doors, there were press as far as I could see, along with fans. There was just a big enough path way to make it to the bus.

“Harry, have you got everything?” I asked again.

“Hold on, let me check the luggage we didn’t bring.” He laughed

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