Deception || harry styles

Chapter 9

Deception

"Ow, Cass, you keep stepping on my foot," Harry grumbles running a hand through his hair, "how many drinks did you have?"

I childishly grin up at him, "Only a few." We continue walking up the stairs at the pace of a sloth. Harry sighs, and for the second time tonight, he picks me up.

He kicks open the door, his arms still tightly grasping onto my body.

"Which bed?" I faintly hear him ask.

"Whichever one you are more comfortable with," I giggle, throwing my arms around his neck.

"As much as I'd like that, you're completely wasted and I'm not going to take advantage of you," he cooly dismisses me.

He softly lays me down on the bed closest to the door. My head softly hits the pillow and Harry brings the comforters up to my chin. He turns around to leave and I instinctively reach out to grab his wrist. Flashes of my mother come to mind before she turned to alcohol and drugs, and whatever other shit she does. Every night she would tuck me into bed, and every night I'd reach out to her for her to come lay with me.

I snap out of my drunken daze for only a moment to release my grip and whisper sorry.

"You okay?" He asks me gazing down at me with those jade eyes of his. I want so badly to tell him everything, to just spill everything out to him, but I can't. I've never told anyone and I don't have any future plans of pursuing that. I nod slightly and sink my head further into the pillow. Harry's hand slowly comes to cup my face. He opens his mouth as if to say something but then decides against it.

Harry shakes his head, standing up from the bed. "Goodnight, Cass." He says before exiting the room.

***

"Cassie, Cassie! Cassandra!" My shoulder is getting violently shaked as Payton continuously repeats my name. Without opening my eyes I respond to her.

"What," I snap.

"Sit up! I need to tell you all about Louis." Payton squeals. Before I even have a chance to move Payton has her hands on my arm and pulls me up into a sitting position. I whisper an "ow"and rub my now red arm.

"Did you use protection?" I ask with a lazy smile. My already red arm gets redder as Payton's hand makes contact with it yet again. "Your damn rings hurt!" I yell throwing my head back. My question's actually valid, so I wait for an answer.

"Yes." She smiles broadly, "we did actually so we don't have to worry about me getting pregnant."

I laugh before getting up and stretching my arms above my head and standing on my tip toes. These tight clothes are so uncomfortable. I pad over to the closet and peel the skimpy clothes off in exchange for sweatpants and a sports bra. My hair is being extra annoying today so I throw it up into a bun before walking back out into the main room. Payton pats a spot next to her and I sit in the exact spot.

"Tell me all 'bout The Amazing Louis." I sarcastically remark.

"He's such a gentleman! Throughout the night he'd always go fill up my cup and he even punched a guy when he grabbed my butt."

"He punched someone? I'm going to have to look up the definition of gentleman then, I must've forgotten." How stupid do you have to be to actually hit someone? Fines and jail time are at the stakes. Payton rolls her eyes at me and continues on about the ravishing Tomlinson guy. Then I remember Payton telling me to stay away from Harry because he's on rid the five 'bad boys', which in fact Payton is all ga-ha about one of those boys. "Payton," I interrupt her.

"Yeah?" She doesn't seem to mind that I stopped her mid-story.

"You told me to stay away from the five bad boys but Louis is one of those bad boys." I state.

"That's not the same. He'd never do anything bad to me and he's so kind, and- shoot! Cassie, your first class starts in ten minuets doesn't it?"

I look over at the clock and realize Payton's right. My eyes widen and in rush into the closet for a tank top.

I don't think I've ever moved so fast in my life. Seven minutes later I'm in sweats, a tank, my hair is still in a bun, my teeth are brushed, and my notebooks are ready. I slip on some Vans and rush out the door not caring to shut the door behind me. It'll be a miracle if I show up on time. The English Department is a fifteen minute walk from the dorms, but if I run I might be able to cut it down to ten. I begin to run but the awkward feeling of my bag hitting my hip and people looking at me stops me. The less attention the better, so I begin to speed walk.

I yank open the sleek doors and sprint down the now empty halls. I take a left and skid to a stop. I take a moment to brush some of my stray hairs away adjust my tank top- which my black sports bra is visible in, and then open the door. The cool metal of the handle helps my palms' sweat to cool a little.

"He was a rude man but his stories were magnificent, which is why- who are you?" The professor stops mid-lecture as I scurry to the back if the room.

"Cassandra Turner." I fidget with my fingers until I get an approving nod to sit down. I hadn't noticed from being so flushed but the seat next to me was occupied by Harry Styles. I smile at him thinking of his kindness last night. He doesn't return the smile just keeps his face a blank page.

Today's lecture is on a book I've read at least ten times so I decide to tune the Professor out for now. I look over at Harry; he's accompanied with a black v-neck, black sweatpants, and his hair is covered with a grey beanie. He must've had a morning similar to mine.

"Thank you," I squeak out, looking to my right. "For last night." I add. Harry looks at me before turning back to his empty desk.

He doesn't look up as he says, "Why would I want to talk to you right now? You're just saying thanks because you think it'll get me to actually start talking to you, but you've got it all wrong honey. Now, go back to the lesson on Jane Austen." What the fuck?

"Actually I know enough about him. I don't know anything about you though, and-" I'm about to make a rude comment but am cut off by a raspy voice.

"Let's keep it that way." Anger rushes through my veins and it takes everything in me to not snap my pencil in half just so I could throw the pieces at this punk boy.

"You know you are a fucking bastard." I spit towards him. A few heads turn to us. I decide to ignore Harry for the rest of this class. Hopefully I can make it through this semester.

"Why, thank you." I can tell just from his tone that he's got an infamous smirk on those lips of his.

I look down at my journal and preview the things from last class. Before I can even tell the class is over. I speed walk as fast as my legs can take me to the door. Harry's not far behind me, and when he walks in front of me I grab his arm and push him to the other side of the hall. Harry looks lost before he's disappeared into the crowd.

I walk through the black doors and a gust of wind hits me. I wrap my arms around myself to prepare for the walk back to the dorms.

"Cass, wait up!" I faintly hear over the loud city noises. I stop and turn in a circle searching for the source of the name.

A hand lightly grabs my elbow to twirl me toward them. I'm met with a man with curls sticking out of his grey beanie.

"Get away from me." I spit before continuing my walk.

"C'mon," a callused hand grabs my elbow again. "In two nights Payton is going to a party at Louis' place, please, please, just go? And wear your own clothes they suit you better." Harry winks before running off onto a different street.

[ okay this has typos and isn't very great but it's literally too late for us to function and write haha

We have camp in three days and it lasts a wk so no updating for a wk.

Also! Jenna won't be able to update for three weeks, sooo it's just gonna be Liv ;)

- Jenna & Olivia ]