Loving You Again

Ch. 9: Starting Fresh

[Edited:]

*Cassandra's POV*

I awoke when I heard the bed creak and light snores next to me. I rubbed my eyes to see a ceiling above.

I blinked and looked around to realize I was in my house, and in my bed with a sleeping Katie beside me. I didn't really know what to expect, maybe my dorm bed, maybe the stairs?

How did I even get to my bed? Either Luke or Ashton carried me back, I slept walked, or there's some paranormal shit going on here.

I went with the first two options instead.

I sat up and stretched and reached for my phone. I had no important notifications besides Instagram, so I put my phone down and my eyes landed on my laptop.

I slowly got off the bed and grabbed it with some headphones I had dug out of my bag. I sat back down on the edge of the bed and waited for it to turn on.

I stood up and stared at my horrible reflection and sighed.

My eyes had remains from yesterday's makeup, and my hair was a like birds nest.

I quickly wiped my face with a makeup wipe and brushed my hair. Just as I was about to finish my last section of hair my eyes landed on the small house across from my own.

I could see his blue curtains covering the window and I wondered if he was still in bed. Probably draped on it, with his blanket only covering half his body, I could imagine his mop of curls draping off the pillow. I almost smiled.

Almost. Before I realized what I was thinking.

Harry had left. He had disappeared into nothing and just when I had convinced myself he had for good, he reappeared again. He came back like nothing had happened, but he had a girlfriend. A girl that probably fell for him just like I had.

From what I knew, he's had many girlfriends. Some older than him. I bit my lip and turned around finishing my hair just as I put my hair brush down, I grabbed my laptop, pulling it on my lap, as I sat on the edge of my bed.

I was over thinking this now. Harry was a just another person in my life nothing more. I pressed the power button and waited as my computer woke up. I stood up and I couldn't help but look back at the small house again.

Memories of our childhood came back and this time I smiled. I couldn't deny that Harry would always hold a special place in my heart, because despite all this boy and girl drama, he was still my best friend. The boy that I would built forts with, the small curly lad that I had trusted and laughed with.

The one boy who had been with me during family problems and personal drama, and maybe that place had evolved into a deeper and more important one in my heart, but inside I knew that he was still Harry, my Hazza.

The same Harry that would be there for me even having the chicken pocks. If that doesn't tell you how much he cares, then I don't know what will.

I quickly put my hair in a loose ponytail sighing. Maybe I was being a little harsh on him, but he had hurt me, and instead of leaving awkwardness in our friendship it somehow left the opposite of it.

I bit my lip and turned around finishing my hair just as I put my hair brush down, I grabbed my laptop, pulling it on my lap, as I sat on the edge of my bed. I gave that small house one last glance before turning back to my laptop and clicked Google on my laptop.

I didn't have control over what my fingers hovered over. It was as if they had a mind of it's own and before I knew it Harry Styles appeared on my screen.