Co-Worker

Chapter 3

When I walked into Zayn and Perrie's apartment, they were cuddling on the couch. Liam and I never do that, all he wants is sex, kids, and marriage. I can't give that to him, at least not for a few more years. I'm considering giving him another chance, but is it worth it?

"Hey, we're having all the employees at work come over for pizza tonight," Perrie said, holding the pizza boxes.

"Okay." I said, in a boring and plain tone, "Is everyone coming?"

"As far as I know, Sylvia said she may not make it though." Zayn chimed in. Great, one less bitch I have to worry about. I sat down next to Zayn and placed my water on the coffee table.

"Hey bitches." Harper, our marketing manager, said as he emerged through the red door. He was gay, but he was rude and annoying I just wanted to scream.

"Hello." Perrie said, handing him a glass of Zinfandel. I grabbed a glass and walked into the bathroom. Mary Sims, our marketing assistant, walked out of the bedroom with Harry. She was short, had fat thighs, and a fat ass. Too fat, like twenty times mine.

"Cassandra." Harry nodded, his way of saying hello. I nodded back closing the bathroom door. Automatically, I unzipped my skirt and examined. it was all swollen, an effect of pregnancy.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." I cursed, zipping it back up. I walked out of the bathroom, acting as if nothing had happened. Harry stopped me in the hallway.

"What do you want from me? For a year and a half you barely look at me, now your all over me?" I said, prying his hands off my shoulder. I bet my face was all red, blushing. Harry was very attractive, but he is not my type.

"Well, I've heard you and your boyfriend split, so now I can talk to you. Not like that, you're not my type." Harry explained, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels. I gritted my teeth, and walked away from him.

"Louis, welcome." Zayn greeted, clutching Perrie's waist. I try so hard to ignore him, with his huge crush and all. I went into the kitchen, where everyone sat at the granite countertop.

"Cassandra, would you like some?" Mary asked, holding a tray of chocolate cupcakes.

"Harry, is this why I'm not your type? Because I'm not fat? Like them?" I remarked, pointing at Mary and Sylvia. Harry's eyes widened, and his lips formed a straight line. I placed my hand on my hip, grabbing a piece of fruit. Zayn and Perrie both entered the kitchen, arm in arm.

"We have big news!" Perrie exclaimed, grabbing her fiancés hand, "we're pregnant."

My mouth probably hung open, sagging like a fool. I began to cry, then I hugged my bestfriend, then I hugged Zayn.

"I'm so happy for you, Zayn." I whispered in my best friends ear when I pulled away from our hug.

"We want Harry to be the godfather, and Cass to be the godmother. Why him? Zayn and Harry have been friends for a long time, since college. But I never knew they were this close.

Sylvia glanced at me, then Harry. She sneered of jealously of me, I can't blame her. Harry glared at me, then smirked. Mary kissed Louis- wait what? I never thought a girl like her would like Louis.

***

'G, you were great today. Let's do it again, tomorrow. When C is at work. Love you!' Liam's handwritten note sat on my granite counter. I sighed, and I called my parents.

"Hello, Cassandra. How are you? Your father and I purchased your wedding vases today." My mothers voice drowned my ears.

"Mom, Liam...he, he is having an affair." I whimpered into the phone. She began to cry also.

"Oh, Honey. I'm so sorry, come home. Just come home. For a few days. Please." My mom pleaded.

"Yes, I am. I will leave in two days. Tomorrow is a busy day with work, see you on my birthday. Love you." I rushed her off the phone. Liam stood behind me, holding a bottle of champagne. My lips were drained of color, of fear. I flinched,

"That's for reading my note!" He screamed, withdrawing his hand from my face.

"Liam, I love you. I would take a bullet for you. But, now I think I'm better off alone." I said, walking into my bedroom. The bed I had made earlier this morning is a tornado, from Genevieve and Liam, had me pissed off.

"Liam. This is my apartment, I bought it before you moved in. You can't just bring women in here and have sex all day." I yelled, packing my bags.

"And where do you think you are going?" Liam yelled back, emerging into my space.

"Toronto, home." I blankly said.