Psycho Sitter - Harry Styles COMPLETED

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*WARNING IN THIS CHAPTER THE HOLY BILBLE IS DISCUSSED *

Please do NOT get your panties in a twist over what Cassandra or Harry has to say this story is fiction don't waste your breath leaving a comment arguing about what she believes in and saying she's wrong I am not saying your religion is wrong or not true I simple wanted to add God into this story this is the only chapter that has this it in

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Cassandra's POV

"With me." He simply said.

The words were playing over in my head so much that I didn't even realize that Harry had said something else to me.

"W-what?" I asked snapping out of my thoughts of having to share a bed, yet again, with Harry.

"I said 'but first let's get you changed...'. You don't look very comfortable in that, whatever that is, you're wearing." I was relieved to get the sexy garment off but I was also nervous to know what I'll be putting on next.

Harry walked over to a dresser opening the top drawer and digging around 'til he pulled out a piece of clothing. He then opened the drawer below the one he had just looked through and took out yet another piece of fabric. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as he walked back over to where I'm standing.

"Here, put these on." He said handing me a pair of boxers and a black T-shirt.

I took them from him and walked over to the bathroom locking the door behind me. I turned to the mirror to have one last look at the sexy garment, I still can't believe I put this thing on.

It's way out of my comfort zone. It's way too tight for one thing, like I can barley breath and since I'm too big for it my breasts are trying to pop out of the top. The so cold 'skirt ' is so short I can barely even walk without showing my ass.

After giving the sexy garment one last disgusted look I stripped from the 'clothing' leaving it to pool at my feet. I look down at my feet to see I'm still wearing the damn heels Zayn picked out for me. I slip out of the uncomfortable shoes kicking them over to the side as I pull the boxers up. Then holding the top up the front read 'Rolling Stones', it had a few holes in it but it'll be fine since all I'll be doing is sleeping in it.

Once done I look through the cabinets hoping to find a wash cloth of some sort, there seemed to be everything but wash cloths in the small cabinet under the sink, all I could seem to find was shaving cream, razors and cleaning supplies. I stood to my feet, defeated. I walked over to the bathroom door first picking up my clothes off the ground before unlocking the door and turning the light off. Harry was sitting on the bed reading a book, I stood at the door.

"Harry?" I asked.

He brought his attention away from the book and to my face

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any wash cloths? I really need to wash this makeup off." I said learning up against the door frame, he stood to his feet saying,

"Yeah, they're under the cabinet-"

"I looked, they're not there." I said cutting him off before he could finish.

"Oh, well I thought I put some under there." He breathed out scratching the back of his neck.

"I guess not." I awkwardly laughed, why did it get so awkward?

"Do you by any chance know where some more are?" I asked hoping he would just find me a wash cloth so I could go to bed.