When Everything Disappears || Harry Styles || A.U.

Chapter Fifteen

Harry's P.O.V.

Recap:

"There's someone, or something in the attic." Cassie told me.

"What? No! Thats impossible." I said, chuckling.

"Yes it is. I heard banging and strange noises coming from in there." Cassie stated.

I'm pretty sure my face went pale at what she said.

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"What do you mean, 'there's someone else in this house.'?!" She yelled at me.

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No, no, no, this can't be happening, I thought. This wasn't suppose to happen. How can they be here!

How could he be here! I thought..

No. But how!? He just couldn't have showed up!

I was pacing around the room at a fast pace, with my hand on my chin thinking.

"Harry! Tell me whats going on! Please!" Cassie pleaded.

"I can't." I stated.

"Why can't you! Just tell me!" She was getting aggravated, and so was I.

"I said I can't tell you!" I shouted.

I continued pacing around the room, I heard the door slam, indicating Cassie left. I sighed.

How?

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Cassie's P.O.V.

Harry's acting like a dick. I mean, what the fuck is his fucking problem?! I haven't done anything to him, and I mean why the fuck can't he tell me!? We're the only two people here. That I know of, anyways.

Don't be silly! There's nobody else here! I reassured myself. I wish I would have never ran away honestly. I mean, yeah. The 'new' Harry is nice and all, and definitely a good kisser, but lets face it. I'd rather be at school full of bully's and dickhead, (Harry) than be here all alone with one other person, sure Harry's nice and all, but yah know? You get tired of the same person after awhile. I wonder.

I wonder if it's still there. I wonder if my journal is still in my room. I know I have a journal, I've had it since I was eleven. I still wonder..

I think I'll go and look for it. This ought to be fun.

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CASSIE'S HOUSE

"Wow, I'm surprised it's still here.." I whispered to myself, as I pulled it out from under my mattress.

When I got it fully pulled out I opened it to a random page.

Tuesday, January 28, 2010

This was my situation a year ago, this boy. I'm in 8th grade now by the way.

Okay in the 6th grade, there was this boy. He was so funny. I really liked him as soon as I hung out with him, yeah it sounds silly but I had a big crush on him. There was a problem. I was an outcast, I was a nobody. I was bullied - a lot. He was fairly popular. He was pretty nice, but not exactly, like he would be nice and funny to me one minute then he would be a selfish butthole the next with his friends. He didn't know I liked him. When he found out I was so sad, I was happy that he knew, but the reaction -- god it was horrible.

Like I said I was bullied alot, so in gym class people made up this game. This cruel game. The way you 'played' was you had to see who could sit next to me the longest. I thought it was fun at the time. Popular hot guys sitting next to me for once, yah know? Well I don't really remember how it happened, but this one guy sat next to me, and I wanted the guy I like to go next. I said 'why don't you go?' And the other guy that was sitting beside me he said 'why?' And my stupid self said 'because I don't like you.' Which completely told the guy I liked that I liked him. My face turned red. And everyone started laughing. I thought they were laughing at me, but no they were laughing at the guy I liked. They were laughing because I liked him. They were making fun of him because I liked him. So he ran away from me like he was scared of me. As a joke. All the populars left to follow him. He never talked to me again that year. In 7th grade, he was actually in my class. He thought I was over him, yeah no I wasn't. I was still being bullied, a lot. He knew that. We had to sit beside of each other in like every class. I was happy, I was really happy actually. I still liked him. I remember one time (I don't remember why) he made me cry, he tried to cheer me up and I ignored him, I was mad at everything he had done to me. I ignored him for maybe A month? Then he gave up on me talking to him. Maybe a week later after he gave up, he had to pass out some papers, and I was like 'hey, *crushes name*' he looked at me shocked cause I talked to him, and he said 'yeah?' And I said 'you look sexy in that shirt.' He turned beat red, that made my day because I made him blush. But anyways, I really liked him, I would do anything for him, I gave my lunch to him, I would have done anything for him. At the end of 7th grade I still liked him and he didn't know. We were on good terms. But I remember, he said something mean to me because he was with his friend. I went home that day and I couldn't stop crying. I hurt myself that day. But like I was saying at the end of the school year we were on good terms. 8th grade comes along. We're not in the same class. Haven't talked this year at all. Except once, and it hurt so bad I can't put it into words. We were in gym. I sit by myself now, I don't talk to anyone. I stare at the ground. We were playing dodge ball, and I was sitting on the bleachers because it was the others teams turn. One of his friends sat like two feet away from me, and wanted him to sit beside him, I was getting butterfly's because he was gonna sit beside me! But then, he saw me sitting there and said, 'hah no, I'm not sitting beside that thing' and walked away. And damn did that hurt. It hurt so much, you could see my face drop. I put my head down and made a curtain with my hair. The guy sitting besides me (his friend) must of heard me because I saw him looking through my hair, but he didn't say anything. Which surprised me, the guy sitting beside me made my life hell in 6th grade. But anyways, that night I hurt myself. I Cried myself to sleep. I went into depression. I ignored everybody. Even the teachers. I was literally like a zombie. That was earlier this year. I've gotten stronger since then, but I will always love him. Always. That's why I honestly hope no one ever felt like I did. Worthless. Ugly. Stupid. Anything you could possibly imagine. I Still get bullied a lot. But not as much. No one notices I don't eat in the cafeteria. No one notices the cuts on my wrists. No one notices how lonely I am. I DO know what it feels like, trust me.

Well my hand is getting tired.. I may write some more tomorrow.

~Cassie.

I wrote this when I was thirteen years old. I bet you can guess who it's about.

I was just putting my journal back under my mattress when Harry burst in and said, "I think I have a plan."

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