Chapter 25

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Songs for this Chapter: 

Dog Days Are Over

Rolling In The Deep- Adele 

All Night Long- LMFAO

CASSIE POV 

Oh shit, I thought as my father reached towards my closet door, which Harry was hiding in. A few seconds ago I have no idea what came into me usually I am never that straight forward of bold with a guy I mean I haven’t been ever since I met Logan but the memories between Harry and I just reminded me of who I was before the divorce, before Logan and before my dad started hitting me.From what Harry told me on the drive home my father was not a fan of Harry and I together, I asked him why but he changed the subject strangely. I still don’t understand why but something about Harry brings out the girl who I have lost after years of abuse and being scared. 

I had to think quickly, my dad could not open that closet door to see Harry inside. “ Oh Dad don’t worry I can put my own laundry away, its no big deal,” I said trying to sound as calm and normal as possible, inside I was freaking out. I was afraid of two possibilities one my dad might get pissed and hit me and two I was afraid why the hell he was acting so nice maybe he had a good day at work and didn’t have his bottle of whiskey yet. “Oh it’s ok I’ll put it away,” Dad said reaching to open the door, which he never does for me so I am guessing he is trying to see if someone is in my closet because I am pretty much a terrible liar at heart I always roll my ankle because it is my way of hiding my lie. 

My whole body went rigid as the door opened, I  looked expecting to see Harry standing it is scared as hell, but it was empty. By empty I mean Harry was not inside and it was just my clothes, my dad frowned and looked around in it. “I swore someone was in your room Cassidy,” Dad said frowning looking suspicious, “Dad it was Pierre on speaker phone her sorry,” I said trying not to anger my father any more than I already probably have. He put the few shirts in the closet and walked out of my room grumbling to clean it up. 

When I heard him downstairs, I let out the breathe of sir I was holding in and looked around my room “Harry, where are you,” I said completely dumbfounded. 

I  heard Harry’s adorable laugh, “Over here princess,” I heard him say from the corner of my closet, he was hiding underneath a huge pile of clothes. I giggled “How the hell did you hide that fast,” I asked him helping him out of my cramped closet, “I grabbed all your clothes and threw them on top of me in  a panic and held my fucking breath like my life depended on it,” Harry said climbing out of the closet shaking his hair. 

I laughed at the genius of Harry’s idea in the spur of the moment shaking my head at him “Thank God Dad did not see you or well I would probably either be dead or speaking at your funeral,” I said hiding the true seriousness under the part about me being dead. Harry seemed to notice something was wrong and held me in his arms “I wouldn't let him touch you I would give myself at sacrifice,” he said laughing not knowing how much those words meant to me.

I rested my head against his chest breathing in his foresty scent and warm body. He tilted his head down and rested a soft gentle kiss on the top of my head shooting a thousand butterflies and sparks throughout my body even with the simplest thing Harry makes my body light on fire. 

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