Change (Harry Styles)

just a drunken mistake (chapter six)

harry

I woke up with a banging head ache as my phone ringtone rang out loudly beside my ear.

“My office. Now. Bring the girl with you” My manager Emily's voice calls out before the phone call ends. Well that was long.

I know what it’s about. It is about last night. Obviously photos of Cassie and I’s actions got out. I don’t want to get Cassie in any big trouble; thing is, I don’t know how to get her out of this all now. She probably thinks I don’t like her and I was ‘using’ her last night because I was drunk and didn’t know what I was doing. Which technically was true, but I meant the first kiss, and I didn’t want it to stop. He lips felt so right against mine. They felt like they belong there; like she belongs with me.

I roll out of my bed and make my way across the hall to Cassie’s room. I knock on the wooden door before entering her neat room once there was no reply. Of course she’s still going to be sleeping; it’s only 8:30am and we were all properly out of our minds last night.

“Cassie” I shake her small body lightly.

No reply.

“Cassie, come on. We have to go to the office” I say awkwardly.

I hear a muffled “shit” before she flings herself out of the bed and into her wardrobe. I make my way out, and back into my room, changing into some jeans and a ‘ramones’ t-shirt before washing my teeth and waiting on Cassie.

cassie (at the office now:3)

“What is this?” Emily slams a newspaper onto the table that I and Harry are sitting behind. Apart from waking me up, he hasn’t looked at me. It’s rather annoying whenever you are trying to get some help from him and he won’t even spare you a two-second glance. It’s nice to know he cares.

“Emily sit down please” Paul says calmly to the business dressed women. She sighs loudly before obeying Paula and sits down on a chair opposite Harry and beside Paul. I have always like that man. Best One Direction member if you ask me.

“Look” Paul starts, lifting the newspaper that Emily so rudely slammed in front on me and Harry. “Are you two dating?” He asks, eyeing up me and Harry.

I didn’t reply, purely because I didn’t have the nerve to say anything right now without being sick. I don’t even know why I am nervous; I just am.

“No” Harry says rather harshly, staring at his scruffy converse. I don’t know why, but whenever he said that, it felt like my heart dropped. It’s funny isn’t it? How one little word can make you want to cry, to run out and scream at someone for no reason what so ever. One little word; can cause so much pain in a person's life. I don’t know why I am like this way once he say’s this, it’s not like I have feelings for him. Is it? I mean I can’t. It’s Harry. That annoying, cocky member in a famous boy-band. I’m not even meant to be his friend; never mind have feelings for him. “We’re not” he finishes, after a long sigh.

“okay. Well then what do you call this?" Emily pipes up time, looking at the photo of me and Harry last night that is printed full size of the front of today’s paper.

“It’s called being young. It’s called being free. It’s called being pissed and out of your mind and you don’t know what you’re doing. That’s what that is. A drunken mistake.” I snap. The last part more to Harry that to Paul and Emily.

Deciding I have had enough of this ‘meeting’ that really isn’t going to get us anywhere, I lift my bag and storm out of the room and out of the hot building.

Pulling my coat closer to my chest, I make my way around the corner to my house. I am thankful it is so close to the building because I am not in the mood to walk anywhere or do anything. Right now, all I want is to curl up on the sofa and watch a movie. Which is what I intend to do; and I don’t care who joins just as long as they don’t open their mouths. For their sake, not mine. Because I’m pretty sure with my mood right now I would just scream my head off at them.

I hastily wipe the few tears that have escaped my blue eyes as I open the front door.

“Cassssie, where’d you go” Louis asks, running out of the kitchen and stands in front of me.

“Leave me alone Louis” I grit as I push past him and run up to my bedroom.

“This part makes me cry” Louis pouted at the tv screen which was playing the part of Titanic where Jack slips away under the water. Sometimes I wish I could do that. Not die; but just disappear for a little while, think things through and come back with and clear and positive mind of what I want. Because right now, I don’t know what I want. I don’t know whether I want to cry because of the movie or because my emotions. I don’t know whether I want stand up to my parents and tell them what I’m actually thinking, but most of all; I don’t know whether I have feelings towards the curly-haired boy or not. And I am quite frankly confused. Confused of whether he likes me or not. Or whether all last night was really just a drunken mistake. I’m confused as to why I lashed out on Emily, about stuff I didn’t even mean.

“shut up Lou” Liam moans, shooting a sympathetic smile towards me. That’s another thing I’m sick of. People giving me there pitty when it’s really not needed. Like, why do I need Liam’s pitty right now? What has went wrong that I need him to feel sorry for me for? I just don’t want it.

“Wow” Niall breaths as the credits of the movie rolls up on the screen, making the room even darker than what it is at the moment.

“What?” Zayn laughs at the Irish boy.

“I dunno” Niall shrugs. “it’s just emotional, night” and with that the small boy jumps of his feet and up the stairs, followed by everyone else; except Harry.

“Cassie I-“

“Leave it Harry. I don’t even know what I’m thinking right now. so just.. leave it.” I cut him off, copying the boys actiosn and heading up the stairs and into my bed.