Stranded

Chapter 44

~Cassie's POV~

"Where are we staying again?" I ask him as we're sat in a taxi.

"One of my friends' apartment. She said she left the key at the front desk." he answers.

She?

I don't bother to question what friend of Harry's was nice enough to let us borrow her apartment for a couple days or why. I can already feel the jealousy coursing through my veins though I know I have no right to feel this way.

"Is she going to be there while we're there?" I ask.

"No. She went on vacation in Florida."

"You've been to Florida haven't you?"

"Of course."

"What's it like there?"

"Hot. As hell. The temperatures can get higher than 100 degrees and it seems like no matter what you do, you can't cool off. One good thing though is that you get really tan really easily. There's also less clothing." he explains.

"Sounds...hot." I say and he laughs.

"It is. But, it's also really beautiful there. They have some of the best beaches and the water is so clear."

"Do you think I'd like it there?" I ask.

"Only one way to find out." he smirks.

"Meaning..."

"Would you like to go to Florida with me? Not right away, of course, but once you get everything settled here?" he asks and I can hear the hopefulness in his voice and see it shining in those gorgeous green eyes of his.

"Well, if I get accepted-"

"When you get accepted. There's no doubt in my mind that you're gonna be going to UCLA." he smiles at me. He's being so...nice and supportive today. It's a big change from his usual Devil-may-care attitude. 

"Okay fine. When I get accepted, I'd love to go to Florida." I say.

"With me?" 

I smile at him and say, "Yes, with you." 

"This...is an apartment?" I ask in awe and Harry nods his head. This place is absolutely phenominal. The apartment building has several elevators that's are made of glass so you can see below you, above you, and on all four sides of you. As soon as you walk in, you feel at home, yet sophisticated at the same time. The colour schemes are white and black, but they incorporate the colours in such a strange and unusual, yet not tacky or overly extravagant way. You step into an elevator which takes you up to your floor, to your apartment, and there you are.

"Ms. Green left a key for me for apartment 269? She said she left it at the front desk for me to pick up." Harry tells the front desk lady. I see the way her eyes( caked with blue makeup) rake up and down his body.

"Oh. You must be Mr. Styles. Yes, here you go," she says, handing him the key. "And if you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask." she smiles. Her teeth could use  a whitening treatment...or two. Or even three...

"Thanks." he thanks the lady and then hands me the key so that both of his hands are free to pick up our suitcases.

Once we make it to the apartment, I unlock the door and step inside, Harry coming in after me. The apartment is set up so differently from the lobby, you wouldn't think such a place could exist in an apartment building like this.

This apartment has floor to ceiling glass walls, a balcony that overlooks the beach, and the theme is very...beachy. There are sea shells, surf boards, and everything else sun, sand, and surf in this apartment.