FanGirl (Harry Styles)

Chapter Four

If you don't know the meaning of POV, then it means "Point of View" lol my friend was asking what it meant so I just thought some of you doesn't know what it means (:

Chapter Four

•Harry's POV•

Honestly, Cassidy makes me curious. She hadn't been like those other girls who flirts like a slut with hot guys. I'm not saying I am a hot guy. For fuck sakes, I don't even know why girls like me. I'm just a boy with a curly hair. But Cassie? She's different. Her personality reminds me of Taylor. In a good way, though. And I wanted to know her more by taking her out. Because Niall had almost asked her. He seems to really like Cassie.

She's the type of girl that Niall wants. I mean, Niall and I are the single ones. It's crazy how I instantly liked her without even knowing her life yet. It doesn't happens to me that often but, to her, it had felt like just it did.

"So, where are you taking me?" She asked.

I smirked. "I can't take you on a normal date, Cassie. Unless you want to get killed by Directioners." I laughed as I stopped in front of a huge building.

•Cassie's POV•

"Where are we?" I asked as I looked at the tall building in front of us.

He went out of the car, slamming it shut as he shrugged. "At the management,"

My eyes widened as I quickly left the car. "The what?!" I exclaimed.

He giggled. Oh, he finds it funny huh? "Don't be nervous. I'm just one of the boys who sings to a very, very popular boy band. I want them to meet you first before the paps does." He said. He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him as we entered the building.

"Good morning, Mr. Styles." A man greeted him. He nodded and displayed a grin as we continued walking. He seems like a bad ass, though. It's like he doesn't give a shit at anything.

Everything was turning good, until I had seen a familiar man walking towards us.

Holy fucking shit.

"Cassidy?" Dad called as he approached us. His gaze went to our entwined hands.

He gasped in shock as he laughed hysterically. "Cassidy, how on earth did you find Harry?"

Oh, no. If Harry finds out that I'm an ultimate fan then I shall set myself on fire. "You should know how Cassie is obsessed with your band, Harry. She got all the posters, merchs, and your This Moment perfume!" Dad exclaimed.

This moment? What the fuck? "That moment, dad." I corrected him.

"I thought you said that you don't know any of us. And you weren't a fan of our band." Harry mumbled as he turned his head to me.

Shit shit shit shit shit. "Oh no! Cassidy is an ultimate fan of your band! She kept freaking out when she saw you at the X-Factor!" Dad giggled as he smacked his hands together.

Harry gritted his jaw and looked at me again. But this time, his eyes were filled with anger. "Is that true?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Of course it's—"

"Dad, will you just shut up? Let me answer these questions and you can proceed to your work." I gave him a wink and a fake smile before he left us alone.

Our bodies facing together, as I glanced up to see his eyes. And here I thought he couldn't get any taller. "Let me explain," I breathed.

"Please," He sarcastically spoke as he continued gritting his jaw. He's definitely mad.

"Look, I am a fan of your band. I just told you that I don't know you because I want you to remember me." I explained thoroughly. Hoping he would understand.

"Why do you have to lie to me? To my mates?" He growled.

"I know you're mad but you have got to under—"

"No," He snapped. "For your information, I don't date fans. Especially now that you lied." He hissed before walking out.

"Harry, wait!" I shouted as I grabbed his forearm.

"What?!" He yelled.

Before he could protest more, I tiptoed and kissed his lips while wrapping my arms around his neck. Ohh fuck, his lips are so fucking soft. So plump. And to my surprise, he pulled me closer and kissed me back.

I never wanted to pull away, but I have no choice. My dad might see me. So I did, but kissed him one last time.

His gaze softened but his eyebrows were still furrowed. "Will I see you again?" He asked. I laughed sweetly at his romantic remark.

"You will," I said as he curved his lips into a smile. I swear that smile made my day.

Unexpectedly, he bent down to carry me as our lips met again. I am never going to wash my damn lips ever again. "Can I take you home to my flat?" He asked. Oh shit.

I sighed. "I wish I could. But I really need to go home."

"Then I'll take you home, baby." He said as he wrapped his arms around me. One kiss changed everything.

"Okay," I smiled.

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I THINK IT'S CUTE! OMG IF HARRY WILL EVER KISS ME I'LL THROW MYSELF OUTSIDE THE WINDOW. What will you do if Harry ever kissed you?

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