Never Again (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1- Returning from Tour

Cassie's POV

I moved to London because it was the best place for me to try and lose myself. Dealing with parents that don't understand and depression and anxiety wasn't the easiest thing in the world. I wasn't even a day clean when it happened. I was 22, living alone in a flat. The flat's surrounding me were supposedly occupied but no one was ever home. I figured they must be all at work or on vacation or something. I never really questioned it.

I worked my pay at Nando's so that I could live and I saved a little extra in a glass jar that was for emergencies. Then I would come home and fight away the urge, then I would usually give in and spend a couple of hours in the bathroom. Then I would sit the rest of the night on the internet because I had given up on trying to sleep long ago. Sometimes I could sleep. That usually started with me crying first.

But I did somewhat productive things on the internet. I wrote. I was a published author. That is how I got a lot of my money really. I just wanted to be able to bring in some extra cash between the slower dribble of money in between books.

I dressed in a onesie and boots. I liked to wear my onesie out. It's not like I cared and I had no friends. I wasn't going to live past 25 anyways so why don't I speed up the process? It was a darker purple onesie. I wore it and grabbed my laptop bag. I decided to be different today.

The bathroom was tempting me so much and I wanted to stay clean for a day. Just one day. So I was going out to this cute little coffee shop down the street.

I put a hot chocolate because I hated coffee and tea and it was October so it was cold. I sat there with my headphones in and wrote. This was the only place I lost myself, besides the bathroom. But I didn't want to think about the bathroom. It was near closing time when I left the cafe. I didn't have a car and I didn't want to hail a taxi because it would only bring me quicker to my haunting destination.

I had actually gotten a lot done. I was clutching my new warm hot chocolate as I walked the block or two home.

It started to drizzle and I had to force myself to go faster so that my laptop wasn't harmed.

When I got to the complex though I found that cars were finally parked in the lot. I was surprised. It seemed like my neighbors were back from wherever they were. It didn't matter to me. All I wanted to do was get inside. It was dark out and I hated and loved the dark.

I climbed the stairs to the second floor and I saw that the hallway was a mess. The four other doors down my hall were wide open and the lights were on.

Suitcases and clothes were all over the place. The radio was playing and I knew then that the people that lived in the flats all knew each other.

Great.

People were talking and I pulled my keys out of my bag and started to move around everything. My room was in between two of the doors and I walked around it skillfully and for a pained second the hallway reminded me of my old house.

I was one of six and so things were all over the house no matter how hard we all tried. I was the oldest even. Most of my siblings were still in school and I even had a three year old little brother, Kyle. Not that I talked to my family anymore.

I nearly made it to my door by now and I think that the people that were living around me finally figured out that someone else was in the hallway.

A handsome raven hair guy appeared from his flat on one side of me. He looked about 5' 10'' and his hair was in a small quiff. He looked at me with beautiful hazel eyes.

"Um, who are you?" he asked.

"Sorry?" I asked looking back at him as I stumbled over a suitcase.