My Brother's Best Friend Is The One For Me

A Ninja You Are Not. Maybe Later

Chapter 20. Cassidy

I knocked on the door of my room to see if Stefanie had waken up yet.

"Stef," I said, "Breakfast is ready, lovely!"

The suddenly opened in front of me. She was oddly chipper. Like nothing happened last night.

"Lovely?" she asked, surprised, "You haven't called me that in forever."

I shrugged as I said, "I don't know. I'm in a good mood. Sue me," I stuck my tongue out at her. "What about you? You look awfully happy compared to last night." Her smile faltered slightly.

"I got over it," she replied quickly, "So what's for breakfast?" I felt like she was trying to change the subject, but she walked passed me and down the stairs before I could mention it.

"Biscuits, sausage, and hash browns. Sound alright?"

"That actually sounds pretty amazing," she called back up stairs to me.

Well alright then.

I walked into my room and grabbed my phone.

"Well hello there," I heard an always familiar voice say.

"Harry, you should really work on your sneaking skills. A ninja you are not," I laughed.

His arms snaked around my waist and he lifted me off the ground. I squealed.

"What if I'm not up here to sneak around?" he asked as he chuckled.

He sat me on my desk then turned me around to face him. He placed his hands on both sides of me. His face was a mere inch from mine. I wanted to crush that space, no matter what I said yesterday.

He flashed a wicked grin and picked me up by my thighs. I squealed again but giggled. He threw me around and tossed me on the bed. My arms, that were wrapped around his neck, pulled him down with me. I laid there laughing with him on top of me as he just smiled and shook his head.

He placed his hands on both side of my face and lifted himself up slightly. His curls tickled my face.

Our eyes locked and his smile slowly faded. I felt a faint grin playing across my lips. He leaned in and kissed my cheek.

"Or maybe I am..." he whispered gently in my ear.

I melted into the bed. I didn't have it in me to resist him in this moment. If he made any kind of move towards kissing me, it would happen. Because I had no strength in me to fight. I wanted that kiss. Badly.

He just gazed at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world. My eyes, on the other hand, never left his glowing green gems.

"Hurry up!" Niall yelled from downstairs.

Someone must've told him to wait until we came down there to eat because he did not sound happy.

"We'll be down there in a minute," Harry yelled back. "but we're going to take our sweet time doing it..." he muttered into my neck. It was only loud enough for me to hear, but it was enough to make me never want to get out of this position. He took a deep breath in and kissed my neck. He lifted his face to meet mine.

"Ready?" he asked, disappointedly. I nodded in response.

He pushed off the bed, but grabbed my hand in the process. I quickly followed after him, not breaking the contact. He lead me out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

I let go of his hand to walk to the kitchen and make sure everything was turned off, but his hand wrapped around my wrist.

I looked up to him and said, "What's wrong?"

He just smiled and said, "Hurry. I'll miss you."

He lifted my hand to his lips and quickly let go to walk off into the dining room.

Umm... Okay... What was I doing again?

I stood there baffled. I honestly couldn't remember what I was doing.

Stef walked in and said, "Hey. You alright?"

"Huh?" I mumbled.

"You look like you're about to faint."

"Oh, um, no. I mean yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. I think. I was just... Just gonna... Oh! Go check and see if everything in the kitchen was turned off."

Her eyebrows quirked up in question, but I left for the kitchen before she could get anything else out. Serves her right. She did the same thing to me upstairs.

I really did need to find out what was going on with her. I could tell something that happened last night really upset her. She was my best friend. I know I didn't tell her now, but I was going to tell her about Harry later. I always did, but yesterday when she didn't tell me I thought she would tell me this morning. She hasn't yet. Maybe she'll tell me later when we're alone.

Hopefully. I don't like it when we keep stuff from each other. Especially stuff that makes us cry. I was going to find out somehow.

Even if I had to ask Liam