Wonderwall // h.s & z.m ~ Book 2 (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 4

*Cassidy's P.O.V*

"Um, anyways." Zayn cuts in, sifting in his seat a little. "How about we move on to the explanation?"

"Sure," Cassidy sighed. He looked at me, waiting for my answer.

"Uh, yeah."

After Zayn and the rest explained to us why they didn't keep in touch, Cassidy and I were finally able to understand. It was management that didn't want the boys to come back and visit us. They didn't want to risk anything like that happening again.

"Oh God," Cassidy sighed, rubbing her hand over her face, "I feel like such a jerk for the way I treated Harry.  I didn't even let him explain.  I just jumped ahead to conclusions and possibly hurt his feelings."

"He did look a little broken when he left," Louis agreed.

Closing my eyes, I held my head in my hands. God have we messed up.  Groaning loudly, I sat up.

"Where are you going?" Liam asked, standing up from his seat.

"To fix this." I simply stated, walking out of the room and into the hallway. Just as I was about to walk out, I bumped into a wall. A hard, but muscular wall. Looking up, I met eyes with a teary eyed Harry Styles. His right hand was up like he was going to knock on the door.

I quickly pull away from his chest as I awkwardly cough. "Um...hi," I force a smile.

Rubbing his eyes, sniffling, he sticks his hands in his Jean pockets, "Hi," His beautiful raspy voice sounded scratchy and faint. He was definitely crying, which made me feel even more worse.

"Uh, I was just on my way over to talk to you." I said.

"Oh, me too."

Shifting my eyes back and forth, I answered, "Oh."

"Uh, can I come in?" He asked, motioning his head inside. Noticing that we were just standing there, I quickly responded, "Oh yeah, sure."

He slide inside like a snake as I closed the door, locking it. Turning around, I smiled. "Well, what did you want to tell me?" I asked, although I had an idea on what it was.

"Um...uh...I wanted to apologize not only for upsetting you, but for also not keeping in touch with you."

"Its fine, Harry."

"I also wanted to explain why we di-wait what?" He stuttered, "You're not upset anymore?"

Laughing, I nodded, "The boys explained the whole thing to us and why.  You know, management not allowing you to contact us and your parents, yeah, everything."

"Oh," Is all he says, "So, are you sure you and Nicolle aren't mad ?"

"Why would we be? I mean it wasn't your fault.  You were forced to."

"Yeah, that's totally it."

A moment of silence was shared between us and it was actually kind of nice.  "Well," I smiled, earning Harry's attention, "we should get back."

"Uh, yeah, we should."

Nudging shoulders, we walked down the hall and into the living where the rest were.

Wow. My mind blowed. After all these years, Harry and I are on good terms. There wasn't a fight or 'I hate you' being thrown out there. We actually talked like civilized people. Never thought I'd do that. When I came home two years ago, I swore that the next time I saw Harry, I would slap him and kick him in his dick.

I giggle at the thought.  But time and people have changed.  I just really hope that's a good.