Stranded

Chapter 54

*Cassie's POV*

"Alright, Will, I'll see you Saturday, yeah?" Harry says as we're walking out the door. 

"Yeah, man. Stay out of trouble alright?" Will chuckles and Harry joins in.

"I'll try."

"How're you and Will friends? Like how did you guys meet?" I ask Harry once we're in his car.

"It was at my first boxing match. He was my first ever opponent. I won, of course, but afterwards, we would train together. I don't know, we just kind of became friends." he shrugs. 

There are a few moments of silence before Harry speaks again.

"Would you uh...would you like to have dinner? With me?" he asks and I'm slightly surprised at his friendly offer. Sensing my hesitation, he smiles at me. "It's just dinner."

That stupid fucking smile and those damn dimples...

"Sure," I agree. "Where're we going?" 

"My place."

This brings up so many questions.

"Wait, don't you live in a dorm on campus?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"I don't like dorms. Having to share a small ass room with two other people just didn't sit well. Plus, I like the idea of having something I can call mine. Something I have control over to where I can either keep it all to myself or share it with someone I care about. I don't have to worry about curfews or stupid ass people busting in on me. I have privacy," he argues and I nod my head in understanding. He places his hand on my thigh and though I wish I could say it seems like a move to try and get in my pants, it doesn't. It seems as if it's just a natural thing for him to do. Like he didn't have to think twice about it. And, oddly enough, I don't push him away because I feel as if it comforted him, calmed him even. 

"That's true. I thought about getting my own place but, first I need a job and also, I don't like being by myself." I confess.

"What's your biggest fear, Cassidy Rose?" Harry asks softly, looking into my eyes and that's when I realise that we've already arrived at his place and I briefly wonder how long we've just been sitting in his driveway.

"Abandonment." I whisper and I'm surprised at myself for even answering his deep question.

"Why?" he gently edges on.

"I don't know, I guess...I guess because I'm afraid of someone leaving me. I'm afraid of being alone, of never being loved. I don't really remember much of my past, but something tells me it also has to do with that. Like...someone I cared about left me. I know it was someone but...I can't figure out who. It's all just a big haze in my mind." I confess more than I thought I was going to. I don't even know why I'm telling him all of this. 

He sighs, taking his hand off my thigh and getting out of the car, coming over to my side and helping me out. There's something in his eyes...something I can't exactly explain. It's almost as if something's troubling him but it's more than that. 

Maybe-oh God, I can't believe I'm saying this- but, maybe there really is more to Harry than he lets on. Maybe he isn't really an asshole. Maybe it's just a facade to hide how he really feels. Hurt.

*Harry's POV*

"What would you like to eat? I can cook pretty much anything." I say, walking into the kitchen with Cass trailing behind me.