Head over Heels || book one.

Cadillacs, kissing and converse a.k.a. another day in paradise

Sarah’s POV

In the morning it was literally freezing. My teeth were chattering as I sorted through my clothes to find something warm enough to put on. I couldn’t find any of my jumpers or hoodies or sweaters. ‘Where are they?’ I asked myself angrily.

“You cold?” Josh asked sleepily, looking over at me.

“Freezing.” I replied.

“Here.” He reached over his side of the bed and pulled something up. He threw it across to me, I caught it with ease. It was one of his hoodies.

I looked over at him and saw that he was looking at me. “Thanks.” I murmured, slipping it over my head. It was way to big for me, and considering I only had shorts and a tank on, with that on top, I looked like I had no pants on. I looked at him again and saw that he was still looking at me, smirking. “What?” I asked.

He didn’t say anything, but continued to smirk at me. I felt myself blush. “What time are you leaving?” I asked lightly; his smirk faded, eyes flicked over to the clock on the wall.

“A couple of hours.” He replied, sitting up. I nodded and left the room.

“Morning.” Zayn nodded in my direction and I sat down opposite him at the table. “Umm, here’s a really awkward question...are you wearing any pants?”

I blushed and bit my bottom lip. “Yes Zayn, I am wearing shorts, but Josh’s-”

“And you’re wearing his favourite hoodie too. But now I need some advice.” He looked at me very seriously. “About Cass. You see were going out on a-”

“A date, yeah I know, I was filled in on all this last night. You’re taking her on a picnic, first of all that is so sweet. Second; she’ll love it even if everything goes wrong. Turn off your phone. Most awkward situation is that you’re about to or you are kissing her and you have to answer your phone. She loves to sing. That is an understatement. But she just wants you to tell her that she’s your everything. She wants it to be sweet but sassy. She hates it when people play with her hair. She just wants to be able to trust somebody. Is that enough advice?” I concluded, hopefully.

Stef’s POV

I was the last one up, Josh had left by the time I’d finished breakfast and Cassie had seemingly locked herself in the bath room. “Come on Cass, open up.” I banged on the door for about the fifth time.

“Not ready.” She replied in her sweet sarcastic voice.

“Cassie out here now.” Sarah said quite sternly, not even bothering to knock on the door.

“You’re not my mother.” Cass replied. Sarah rolled her eyes.

“Don’t even go there.” Sarah declared.

“Why not?” Cassie challenged.

“Guys, this is not the time to be arguing.” I stated. “Cass is this just because you’re nervous about-”

“I am not nervous.” She yelled, cutting me off.

“Then please tell us what is wrong so that we can help, or try to.” Sarah suggested.

“Nothing’s wrong, could...could you please just help me choose what to wear?” Cassie whimpered. The two of us standing outside the door started laughing. “Don’t laugh, I just don’t know what to wear.”

“Fine.” I gave in, Sarah just shrugged. We went into her room and opened up all the drawers. “Ok. Picnic lunch, casual I’m guessing.”

Sarah nodded and pulled out one of Cass’s jumpers. She turned it around and showed me the front. It had a camera on it. I pulled out a tank top that said ‘Young and Wild and Free’. She nodded and then we looked around for shoes.

“Did she bring any decent shoes?” I asked, looking under her bed. “Never mind.” I said, pulling out her black high top converse.

“Remind me again why we’re choosing what she’s wearing on her date?” Sarah asked me. I shrugged.

Cassie’s POV

“You ready?” Zayn called from the living room. I looked back over at myself in the mirror. Sarah and Stef were both sitting on the floor looking up at me impatiently.

“Hurry up. Your Romeo is waiting for you.” Sarah urged. I took in a deep breath and opened the door. He smiled at me, complimented my outfit and we went down to the lobby.

We left through the back entrance and there was a red cadillac. I gasped and stopped for a moment there. He opened the car door for me and I sat down. He went around and got in. “You like it?” He asked me.

I couldn’t stop myself from gaping at the fact that he had one of these cars. I would have squealed, but that would have been uncalled for. “Is it yours?” I asked breathlessly.

He nodded. He started the engine up and soon we were driving down the streets of London in the warm spring air. After a while the number of houses began to lessen and the buildings downsized. We kept driving until we were just surrounded by countryside.

“Where are we going?” I asked finally.

“Surprise destination.” He replied looking over at me, flashing me his million dollar smile.

He finally pulled up on the side of the road at an old picnic bench. He got out of the car and then reached into the backseat and picked up a picnic basket. Then he came around and opened my door. “Is this surprise enough for you?” He asked, slinging his free hand around my shoulders.

I just nodded a reply. “It’s beautiful.” I said quietly, seeming that if I spoke too loud, it would ruin the whole picture.

“I’m glad you like it.” He replied, bringing me forward to the picnic bench. He set the basket down and I sat down opposite him. “About what you said on the roof,” He began.

“Shush.” I placed a finger to his lips. “You brought me out here to the middle of nowhere for a crazy romantic date and you want to talk about the-”

He leant over and kissed me. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He started as he pulled away. I frowned at him and he avoided my eyes. “I meant to say that I really wouldn’t be gaining anything, I’d just have had some fun and then continue to smoke my life away.”

I nodded, not completely understanding, but still listening.

“So I thought we should make the bet a bit more fair, partly because neither of us will gain from it. So I thought that if you could help me find something good in everyday for a whole week, I’ll try and quit.” He suggested. But he was quitting...for me.

“So you’re saying that if I help you see something marvelous in each day, then you will quit, because you still want to live and see all the good things in life?” I asked, trying to sum up all his points. He nodded. “And you can’t do it yourself?”

He stopped for a moment and gave me a hard stare. “Well, you’re my motivation so you can’t exactly not be apart of it.” He smirked then.

I rolled my eyes. “And I thought you were just a pretty face.” I grinned and kissed him again.