Stranded

Chapter 19

~Cassie's POV~

After being in the same bed as Harry last night and part of this morning and then seeing him shirtless this morning, I've realised he's changed quite dramatically.

He has loads of tattoos all over his body and I wonder what some of them mean. Maybe if we can be civil to each other, I'll find out. He's gotten extremely buff especially his biceps and his toned and tanned stomach. He's quite a bit taller whereas when I knew him, he wasn't the tallest kid around. He's cut some of his curly hair and it seems to have gotten a bit lighter than the dark chocolate brown I once knew. Not to mention his voice has gotten extremely deep as well. So, not only has he changed in demeanor, he has also changed in appearance.

I brush my teeth, let my hair hang loose, and put on a pair of jeans and my favourite Rolling Stones t-shirt with a pair of black converse. I grab my jacket, wallet, and phone and then go back downstairs where Harry is waiting.

"Ready." I say and we head out to the car. My mouth gapes open when I see his shiny black car.

"Holy potatoes. What kind of car is this?" I ask him. He smirks, obviously amused by my reaction.

"A Ferrari 48 Italia." he answers. Gosh. That sounds fancy.

I get in and buckle up while Harry starts the car, the quiet pur being heard, and then easily backs out of the driveway.

"Where are we going?" I ask him.

"Well, you said you were hungry, so I was thinking we could go get something to eat." he answers.

"What are we going to eat?"

"Why do you ask so many damn questions?" he growls.

"Gosh sorry. You know I've always been a curious person." I say in my defense and he sighs for what seems like the five catrillionth time today.

"Ohmygod it's Harry Styles!" I hear a voice scream as Harry and I order our food. Forgot about the whole him being famous thing.

"Can I take a picture with you?" she asks, still squealing. Harry agrees and quickly takes a picture with the girl before she thanks him and leaves.

"Wow. Does that happen everywhere you go?" I ask and he nods and then pays for the food with a quick swipe of his card.

"You didn't have to pay for mine. I could've paid for it myself." I say.

"Cassidy, it's no big deal." He says, using my full name.

"It kinda is. You're not even remotely close to a nice person and we aren't together so why'd you do it?" I question him.

"Goddammit I don't know. Now will you just take the damn food so we can get the fuck out of here?" He half yells. I give him a death glare and grab my food. We both stay silent as we walk over to a small booth. I slide in, sat across from Harry.

"You could say thank you ya know." He growls as I take massive bite of my cheeseburger.

"I don't need to."

"I just paid for your fucking food."

"You didn't have to."

"All the more reason for you to thank me. You're just being an ungrateful bitch." He says and I hold my head up to meet his gaze.

"Stop...fucking...cussing at me." I say slowly.

"I can talk to you anyway I want. We're not related, or going out, fuck, we're not even friends." He says. 

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU TALK TO ME ANY DAMN WAY I'M STILL A FUCKING HUMAN BEING HARRY!! I STILL HAVE FEELINGS UNLIKE YOU!!! I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU BUT YOU'VE CHANGED!! YOU JUST SHIT ALL OVER PEOPLE AND THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH IT!" I yell, people starting to stare at the scene Harry and I are making.