Change (Harry Styles)

'matt won't be happy about that' (chapter3)

The small heels on my pink pumps is the only noise I hear as I make my way down the black stairs of my sleeping house.

“Shit, Harry” I yell as I walk into the red and white kitchen to find the curly haired boy standing with a coffee cup in his hands. “I didn’t expect anyone to be up” I finish my sentence, lifting a green apple out of the fruit bowl and munching a bite out of it.

“I couldn’t sleep” He shrugs, taking a sip of the steamy liquid inside the mug he is holding.

“I’m going to see Chase, not that it’s any of your business” I snap, putting my phone into the pocket of my light pink skinny jeans.

“Oh” Harry says, with a bit of annoyance in his husky morning voice.

“yeah. Bye”

“Wait, aren’t you meant to be photographing us at the studio?” He calls out after me, but I am already at the door.

“I’ll be there for the last bit of it.” Was my reply as I closed the heavy door behind me. The chill of the November air greeting me a good morning as my feet slapped down against the pavement as I make my way towards Starbucks.

“Can I just have a tea please?” I say to the young lady at the till. She nods and scurries off to prepare the drink I ordered. Returning moments later with the drink neatly placed on a tray with a mint  accompanying it.

I smile are her as I hand the money over to pay for the drink and then I make my way over to the sofa’s in which Chase was already sitting, waiting on my arrival.

“Ah Cassie, Hi” Chase smiles brightly at me, and gives a me a quick hug.

“Hey Chase.” I laugh as I seat myself on the brown sofa opposite the one Chase is currently sitting down on himself.

“How have you been?” He asks.

“What, since yesterday?” I laugh, taking a sip of the warm liquid, letting it run down my throat and heat my insides up which is much needed on this cold winters day. “I’ve been fine, how about you?”

“Same old. I recognise those boys you were with yesterday. Curly seems interested. Matt won’t be happy about that.” He snapped.

Matt. Oh for fucks sake. This is Chase McGulin, my ex’s best friend. I thought I noticed him from somewhere.

Me and Matt ended on bad terms once I walked into my best friend Lesley’s house to find them full on making out on her sofa. Needless to say I ended it right there and then and walked out of the house with tears running down my eyes like a waterfall, and I have not yet spoken to him.

“What the fuck? What? Has he sent you to spy on me?” I asked, standing up and flinging my bag over my shoulder.

“No, but I saw you at the park yesterday with those idiots and found it the perfect opportunity to catch up. Now sit back down” He said casually.

“No I will not sit back down.” I snap, walking out of the coffee filled building onto the streets, a few tears escaping my eyes as I recalled the time with Matt.