My Brother's Best Friend Is The One For Me

Bad memories. My brother is hot?

Chapter 6. Cassidy

Did I really just ask him to go to prom with me? I mean, that's just as bad as asking Liam. Not because he's my brother, but because he's just as famous as Liam. People would know that I know him. They wouldn't treat me the same, but I couldn't stop myself, and I couldn't  believe he had this much power over me. I haven't felt like this in so long. Not since... Aaron.

*FLASHBACK*

I was laying on my bed. I couldn't stop crying. I was just so heartbroken. How can he do that to me? He led me on, convinced me that he loves me, gave me his ring, and then leaves for college and get a new girlfriend? I couldn't believe this jerk. To think, this is the man I almost gave myself too. I hated him.

"Cassy-Bear, what's wrong?" Liam asked, "You've been crying in there for almost thirty minutes. Why won't you tell me?"

I ran to the door and threw it open. I was so upset, I didn't even look at Liam as I opened the door. I went back to my bed and flopped on it.

"H-he, said th-that he w-would l-l-love me fore-ever," I stuttered, "b-but the jerk l-lied!" I couldn't stop the stream of tears falling from my face.

"Who?" he asked incredulously, "Aaron? What did he do?"

"H-he left for college y-yesterday. He c-called me a-and said we were th-through. That he f-found someone better and n-new."

"Over the phone?"

"Y-yes," I said. I didn't want to talk anymore so I just laid there my brother's lap and cried. He didn't push any farther either. I was absolutely heartbroken. I didn't think I would be able to trust or love anyone ever again.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

*SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*

"What?" I slightly yelled, irritated.

"You zoned out again, Cas." Stefanie said. I looked down and blushed. "Were you daydreaming about Styles again?" She chuckled. My jaw dropped and I punched her. She laughed harder.

"No!" I laughed with her. She was the only one who knew my secret. That I was Liam Payne's sister. That I knew all of One Direction, and if I ever told anybody other than her, then I would be famous too. She was my best friend.

"Were too! Admit it!" She poked me in my stomach. I laughed.

"I promise, I was not, nor have I ever, daydreamed about Harry styles."

"Oh come on, you've totally daydreamed about him before. Don't even lie." I lifted my eyebrows and then lowered them again after second thought.

"Okay maybe a few times." She giggled. I rolled my eyes. "But," I continued, "that's not what I was daydreaming about just now." She nodded.

She could sense the tension, so she changed the subject by saying, "Did you find a date for prom tonight? Or are you still stuck with your brother?" I sighed.

"Well, you see, the thing is...I may have...invited...someone... Unexpected."

"What do you mean unexpected? Someone...famous perhaps?" I nodded reluctantly. Stefanie giggled. "You do realize that when people see you with him, they're going to harass. And that, will blow your cover. I don't understand why you don't just claim your brother in the first place. I mean if my brother was that amazingly hot, and that gorgeous, and that famous, and had that amazing voice-"

"Did you just call my brother hot?" I asked, not really surprised, but I loved picking on her about it. She shrugged. "Hey! I know you have a huge crush on him. And if you can pick on me about Harry, then I can pick on you about Liam." She scowled.

"Yeah but he's got Sophia," she said grudgingly.

"Yeah I know I hate her too."

"You've got more right to."

"Hey," I soothed, "It doesn't matter who has the right not to like her. We don't like her regardless. Mostly because she's a bitch when he's not around." She scoffed. "You still have a right, Steffie. You're still a girl. With a big crush. I know how that feels." She nodded at me more deep in thought this time.

"It's whatever," she said, "What's important right now is what I'm going to do to your hair tonight! You've got a date with motherfreaking Harry Styles, Cassidy Renee Payne Brown." I slapped her. She knew I couldn't use my other last name here. She just giggled as I rolled my eyes. That was my best friend for you. A mess, more concerned about my hair than her love life and digging into mine. But I still loved her. Afterall, what was the worst that could happen by bringing Harry tonight? Being trampled? Paul would be there for sure. Like no doubt. He'd probably be the one driving us in fact. But he'd be there nonetheless. Thank God.