My Brother's Best Friend Is The One For Me

You're Beautiful. Distract Me.

Chapter 31. Cassidy

The next week went by in complete bliss. I was finally about to graduate and get out of the hell-hole I currently called home.

I laid in my bed reading with Harry's head lying on my stomach.

He looked up at me with a smile. He sat there for good while, just staring at me.

I giggled and asked, "Why are you just looking at me?"

He looked away quickly and shook his head. I rolled my eyes and kept reading.

It took him a full two minutes to start looking at me again.

I groaned, "Harry!" I put my hand his face, pushing it to look away, "I swear, just tell me! What is it?"

He smiled wider under my hand. He faced me again and lifted my hand up, twirling and examining it, before he bought it back to his mouth and kissed it.

"You're just beautiful is all..." He smirked. "It's hard not to stare at those eyes." He batted his eyelashes in a cute way, which caused me to giggle again.

I looked up at him through eyelashes and said, "You're the good looking one in this relationship."

He looked at me, his mouth slightly agape as he replied, "You're kidding right?" I shook my head.

He sat up, grabbed the book out of my hand, put his arms around me, and pulled my face a few inches away from his.

"You are the most beautiful thing in God's green earth, and no one, and I mean no one, can convince me otherwise. I love the way you look. With or without makeup, you're perfect. I like you for you, not who you want to be or who you think you should be. Anyone would be lucky to have you, Angel." His eyes never left mine while he spoke, and with every word I melted twice as much as the one before.

I smiled and leaned upward to touch his mouth with mine.

"That's what makes me beautiful, right?" I joked. He rolled his eyes and nodded, chuckling slightly.

He kissed me again. And again. And again. I suppose he was trying to convince me and remove any doubt of what he thought of me. I knew in his eyes I was really pretty, but from my perspective I didn't look all that great.

Although, that's not just me. That's other girls as well. Not one girl, not even Shelly Cooper, approves of herself. We all have a burning desire to be skinnier or prettier or look like a model when the truth is, nobody is perfect. I may not like myself, but that doesn't mean I'm not doing okay. I don't hate myself. I do wish that I could lose some weight and have bigger breasts and prettier eyes, but I am who I am.

I mean, I'm kissing freaking Harry Edward Styles right now. That definitely counts for something. He must think I'm pretty by some standard. Even if I don't think so myself, I know he might. And that's definitely okay with me.

"Hey babe," he mumbled against my lips.

I chuckled, "Not gonna get used to that. What's up?"

He pulled away as he put left hand on the side of my face. We smiled at each other, completely hypnotized by one another.

"Not to ruin the moment or anything, but when do you suppose we tell your brother?" he asked.

I'd been thinking about it ever since Stef caught us in the kitchen. I really didn't know how to tell him. He deserved to know, that much I realized, but how was he going to take it? What would happen between the three of us? Would it get awkward when we were all around each other? Would we be uncomfortable just me and him? Would him and Harry avoid each other in tours and concerts? I was afraid of the trust and seemingly pristine relationships being broken again. I mean, I broke down because he was mad at me for two hours last Sunday. What was I going to do if I lost him for good?

Or even worse. What if it made them so uncomfortable together, that Harry didn't even want to be with me anymore because he'd rather be best friends with Liam and not have me, not the other way around?

Oh my gosh I need to stop thinking about this. I was starting to freak out and make up stupid scenarios and that's never good. Because then I get paranoid and nothing ever turns out right. Especially not in relationships with dating a guy.

I quickly latched my lips back onto Harry's, trying to distract myself. He kissed back for a little while, seeming like he genuinely forgot about what we were just talking about, until he too soon pulled apart from me again, and he was back on the subject of my brother.

"I don't know!" I yelled a little too loudly. I stood up and started pacing in front of the bed. "I am completely terrified of what will happen. Will it be too awkward? Will he not approve? Will you decide that this isn't worth losing one of your best mates over? Damn it! It's too confusing. When I start getting worried and confused, I make up worst case scenarios, and when I make up worst case scenarios, I tend to jinx myself and something really bad ends up happening. I know it's ridiculous sounding, but I'm freaking cursed, I swear." I took a deep breath and faced Harry again. "Please just kiss me and distract me before I explode!"

I went towards him, meeting him in yet another kiss, but this time he let me. He gripped my thighs as I wrapped legs around his waist. His kisses became hungry, traveling down my neck, tracing my collar bone. God, he was so sexy.

I couldn't believe the feelings he gave me. It's like I had never been alive until he touched me. I needed his touch, or else I would die. If I didn't feel his fingertips gently caressing my back, my thighs, my face, my anything, ever again, I would cease to breath and leave this world feeling as if I were an empty shell a crab just molted.

How did I function before this? How did I think I knew what love was before this? Before I met him. Before he looked at me with those gorgeous green eyes and held me in those amazingly strong arms. It just didn't make sense how I made it through this completely bizarre place when I didn't even know of his existence. But I was sure as hell glad I knew him now.

He shook me to my very core and made me feel as if nothing was impossible. Yes, that scared me, but most of all, and undoubtedly most important, it thrilled me. It shot adrenaline through each and every vein when he gave me just the slightest glance.

We pulled apart breathlessly as he said said, "Good distraction, huh?"

"Definitely," I replied, my lungs still crying for air. "Again?"

He smirked and gripped my thighs again. This time he stood up and threw me onto the bed, hovering over me. I giggled like crazy.

"Definitely," he replied.

We made out for about an hour longer before passing out and falling asleep in each other's arms.

Before I fell asleep completely, as he rubbed tiny circles into my arms and legs and stomach, I heard him whisper, "Everything will be okay, princess. I promise he'll understand, and I won't ever change my mind."

I smiled slightly, buried my face further into his neck, kissed it, and fell into a dreamless sleep that I only had when my brother was with me.

This had to be something real if I could actually go to sleep with someone other than Liam.