Psycho Sitter - Harry Styles COMPLETED

Epilogue

Harry's POV

Forgetting. Something I have yet to master, but so dearly wish I could. It has been three months since I said my final goodbye to the women I scarred so badly. In these long, painful months I have found myself seeking her attention, her affection, but I know in the back of my mind what I did was for the best. We didn't belong together, we never did. One day I hope to find a girl just as amazing as Cassandra is, but when that day will be, that is unknown, but I pray that it is soon. I can't just keep living life while missing someone that is unreachable.

Today I have decided to go to the park, in hope of keeping my mind off of the one person that I find myself infatuated with. After changing my clothes and putting on tennis shoes I head out the door, deciding to jog there. I put in my headphones and pick up my pace to the beat of the song I find my iPod landing on. It's quite chilly here in the city of London, but the crisp air reminds me that I am alive and I am here for a reason, there is a purpose for everything and I will find my purpose. I might have been lost several years ago, but there's a reason I'm here today.

After about half an hour, I finally make it to the park. I continue to jog on the sidewalk that wraps around the large pond in the middle of the park. I follow the path to a bench I have found myself sitting on so many times. I sit down and take a break, drinking out of my reusable water bottle I had brought with me. I lean back on the bench, closing my eyes and stretch my legs out. I sit there, calmly looking out at the water watching as memories of Cassie and I flash before my eyes. I find it hard to shake her face from my mind, but somehow I manage to.

"Do you mind if I sit here too?" A soft voice asks, I turn towards the noise to find a girl around my age with dark hair and bright green eyes. She reminds of Cassandra, but she looks totally different at the same time. I scoot over to make room for her before saying,

"Yeah, sure." She smiles and sits down, taking out her bottled water and taking a sip. She looks over at me saying,

"I'm Nadia," She pushes her hair behind her ear, extending her hand out for me to shake. I take her small hand in mine and reply,

"I'm Harry." We begin to talk, having a hard time stopping, but sooner or later we realize we must since it's beginning to get dark and we both had ran here. I take Nadia's number and promise to message her when I got home. The whole way home she fills my mind, leaving very little room for Cassie. For the first time in three months I feel relief that I, for once, don't have her on my mind. Maybe Nadia is exactly what I needed.

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Cassandra's POV

There are days that go by and he will never cross my mind, but today is one of those days that he never leaves my thoughts. These last few months have been rough, but exciting as well. Ever since Harry became absent in my life, I have found myself and everyday I learn something new and discover a hobby or a talent I didn't know I had or would enjoy doing. I think Harry leaving my world enabled me to find myself in the process, something I had obviously lost while he was apart of my life.

Apart from learning to live without the man that did my family and I so wrong, I have been working a lot, trying to get in as many hours I can get so I can keep my mind from lingering back to him. I wonder how he is doing? How is he handling this? He is probably fine, living life to the fullest and never looking back, which is exactly what I should do instead of pondering on him like a little school girl. I just need to completely forget about him and move on to bigger and better things.

"Cassandra, would you want to take your lunch break with me? There's this new Mexican restaurant downtown that everybody keeps raving about." Dayshaun, my very attractive co-worker asks, as he peeps his head through the crack in the door. He opens it the rest of the way and presents himself. He is tall, dark haired and a darker complexion than me. The thing I find most exotic and different about him is his crystal blue eyes, I don't know where this hunk of a man got them from, but I wouldn't mind having babies with him.

"Yeah, I would love to! I go on break in a few minutes." I tell him and he leaves saying he'll be waiting in the car for me. I shuffle around my small office and gather my purse and sweater together before glancing in the mirror and making sure my makeup isn't smudged. After checking my face I turn off the light and tell the head boss that I am going to take my break. She doesn't object so I take that as an alright for me to go. Thankfully, I don't have another patient for over an hour, so I won't have to rush my lunch date with Dayshaun.

I hurry to his car since it has begun to rain. He meets me halfway and motions for me to get in. I hop in laughing as he starts to smile at me from my appearance, since it was windy and I can tell my hair is flying in every direction. I try to brush it down, but it seems to have a mind of it's own. Dayshaun leans over and takes his large hand, pushing the hair from my eyes, saying,

"Don't worry, you still look gorgeous." I blush and look down, appreciating his kind compliment in my time of ugliness. He chuckles at my response and starts to drive towards the restaurant. I sit back in my seat, thanking God for allowing this man to be apart of my life. We might not be anything and we may never be, but, as of right now, I'm satisfied with just having his company, and knowing that I'm not alone and that there is hope in finding someone, and Dayshaun could be that someone.

| Authors Note |

Short and probably not what you wanted, but this is how I chose to end my story. The way I had left the last chapter there was no way Harry and Cassandra could meet again, so this was their ending.

Look up the meaning of the names Nadia and Dayshaun (it'll take you a bit to find Dayshaun's) They help explain the ending for both Harry and Cassie.

If you didn't know, I have three other stories, two of which I am currently writing on. They're nothing like Psycho Sitter, but I assure you they're much better then this story. So go ahead and check out "The Sexton House", "Into The Woods" and "Blackmail"

Thank you guys for reading and supporting me! -Andrea.