My Brother's Best Friend Is The One For Me

Shelly Cooper. Am I ready?

Chapter 13. Cassidy

I know I told him only one song, but once I started I couldn't stop. He's like my drug. It's like those green eyes really did have me under a spell.

My body suddenly became tired. I slowed down. We'd been here an hour and my feet were already aching. Stupid heels. This is why I never wore them. Even though Stefanie constantly tried to convince me to, I always told her no and stuck with my converse. I would've worn them tonight, but I think she would've killed me.

"I'm tired," I said.

"Me too. Let's get a drink then," he replied.

We walked to the punch table. He grabbed two cups and filled them both. He handed me one and I thanked him.

"So are you having fu-" His question got cut off by some blonde with huge breasts. She stepped in front of me, so Harry would have to look at her and not me.

"Hey," her bitchy, nasally, voice said, "Aren't you Harry Styles? From that boy band One Direction?"

"Yes," he politely replied, "but you're kind of being rude. You almost stepped on my date." He nodded in my direction, eyes on me the entire time he spoke.

She turned around, and I noticed who it was. Shelly Cooper. Most popular girl in school. She's dated almost the entire football team. Just for sex. She's a bitch, slut, and a bully. All in one fun package. Notice the major sarcasm inflected on the word 'fun'.

She looked down on me saying, "Oh her?" My blood boiled. "I don't see much. Why don't you come dance with me, and uh, maybe later we could get out of here." She winked at him.

I was ready to launch. I straightened, trying to match her towering height.

"Yeah umm, no way in hell is that going to happen, so why don't you go find your little Barbie bitch friends and scram. Kay?" I said in a high pitched annoying voice, just like hers. Her mouth slightly opened, but a smirk quickly replaced her shocked expression.

"Like someone as hot as him would actually choose you over me. I'm the most popular girl in school. You are a nobody, that no one talks to. You will never be good enough for someone like him," she replied snootily.

"Excuse me, but I think I get to decide tha-" Harry started to say, but my anger got the better of me, and I cut him off.

"Please. You're such a fake. Your hair isn't even really blonde, your boobs are three-fourths plastic, your ass has so many scars from sucking all the fat out of it, that fucking Kim Kardashian would make fun of you for it. I am so sick and tired of everyone practically worshipping you when all you've ever done for yourself is ask 'Daddy' for money. Just because I happen to like being alone doesn't mean I'm a nobody. I have people who care about me, and in the long run, all your stupid money, manicures, hair do's, and ass jobs will do for you, is make you feel worse because that's all you ever cared about. How you looked. How other people saw you. All that matters is how you see yourself, and by my standards, I'm doing pretty damn good by myself. I don't need other people's approval especially not yours. If I'm okay with myself, then what you say won't ever phase me." I looked her square in the eyes with every word I said. I've been wanting to say that for so freaking long, it felt like getting an elephant off my chest.

Her smirk faded. Her frown grew. She glanced all around us, and only then did I notice that everyone was watching. Harry, Stef, Liam. Everyone in the entire school with their eyes fixed on me.

Shelly stormed off and ran into the bathroom. I couldn't stand all of these people staring at me. I ran outside, not caring who was trying to stop me.

I was having a good night and she had to go and ruin it. Like everything else in my life. She always made fun of me. Always picked on me when all I wanted was to just be left alone. She's such a tramp. I mean she was almost naked, that dress was so tiny.

Ugh. This night is completely ruined now. I might as well just walk home.

"Where are you going?" I heard a deep, British, voice ask me as I started walking.

If anyone, I had expected Liam or Stefanie, not Harry. I would've thought with everything I just said he'd hate me. I was really mean, but with everything she's ever said to me, she kind of had it coming. I'll bet every single person she had ever made fun in that building mentally thanked me for sticking it to her.

Harry didn't like it though. No matter who you were, he never supported trash talking. He's always been a sweet person. Never picking on anyone, or saying anything negative towards the hate he got on a daily basis. I thought he wouldn't want to talk to me for a while, yet here he was asking me where I was going.

"I was going to walk home," I replied truthfully, "I didn't want to ruin anyone else's night just because mine is now." He smiled at the ground then back up at me.

"You know," he said, still smiling, "It doesn't have to be ruined. If you don't let it." He started towards me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him.

"I thought you'd be mad at me," I whispered.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because of all the stuff I said to her."

"Oh that. Well, I don't think you should've said it quite like that, but she did deserve it for what she said to you. That and I don't doubt that any of the stuff you said about her was true." He laughed. I actually cracked a smile.

He wiped his thumb across my cheek. That's when I realized I was crying. Why was I crying?

"Shit," I muttered under my breath.

I instinctively reached down for my purse to retrieve the compact Stefanie packed for me. It wasn't there. I must've left it inside. There was no way I was going back in there.

"Looking for this?" Harry asked. He held my purse in his hands. "I figured you might want it when I saw the tears welling in your eyes as you ran out." I smiled.

"Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome."

He gave me the bag, and I sifted through it. I found the small mirror and dared to look at my face. Surprisingly enough, my crying did little damage to my perfectly done makeup. My newly manicured fingernails scraped away what little remains of tears I had. I closed the mirror and placed it back in the side pocket of the purse.

"You still look perfect," he said sweetly. I smiled again. He smiled at me as well.

You could hear the music from inside playing. "You and Me" by Lifehouse started. Harry took my hand without hesitation. He curtsied in front of me and kissed my hand. I giggled.

"May I have this dance?" he asked all gentleman like. I giggled again as I nodded.

He made me so happy. I couldn't explain why or how, but he did. He was always so cheerful. It radiated off of him like the rays of the sun.

My arms wrapped around his neck, and his around my waist. We danced under the moon looking into each other's eyes for the rest of the night. Each time the song changed our grip only got tighter.

I couldn't get enough of him. I was on the edge, about to fall. The real question was, am I readying