Chasing Cassie

Chasing Cassie: Chapter One

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Half of this plot is simply pure imagination. For the personalities, I have twisted them in so many ways, and I have no intention of giving One Direction a bad name. Also, I am pretty sure Harry is from England, but I’m not sure, so that is what I am going to go with!

So please don’t hound me on how certain details are not real, because they aren’t. I made it up. Plus; yes, this is cliché. Get used to it.

So…tell me what you think!

Chapter One

“Baby you light up my word like nobody else.”

I instantly turned off my radio. Those very few words made me want to throw my alarm clock at the wall. Every single time I listened to music that wasn’t of my own, I always heard a song by them.

I plopped down on my bed defeated. This was supposed to be the best summer ever; well that’s what I hoped it would be. Instead, I was stuck at home with nothing to do while my brother and his band were off touring to all different countries getting to do something they loved.

One Direction that was what his band was called. And my brother just happened to be the infamous Harry Styles.

That was all I ever heard about. One direction this, One Direction that. I was so tired of always being called ‘Harry Style’s sister’. Even my parents referred to me as ‘Harry’s sister’ while doing interviews.

I was sick and tired of it always being about him. No, I was not an attention craver, and I certainly didn’t want a bunch of fan girls chasing after me, but for once, having my parent’s attention would be nice.

My parents were Harry’s managers; well they like to think they were. In all reality, they were simply consultants with Harry’s real manager.

It all started with that stupid show The X Factor. Ever since then, my life has been a whirlwind of One Direction. You wouldn’t believe how many people, guys and girls alike, have tried to be my friend just to try and get to the band.

Harry and I weren’t even close. We never were. I was the shy and quiet one, and he was the outgoing, yet obnoxious one that everyone loved.

Don’t get me wrong, I love him, but ever since they have made a breakthrough, he has been so bloody arrogant and cocky, it drives me insane.

Harry was my older brother by a couple of seconds.  We are twins, but as the years progressed any similarities we might have possessed disappeared. Instead of his mop of frizzy curls, I had wavy blonde hair from my dad. I also had dark brown eyes that I had inherited from my mother. He, on the other hand, had lighter eyes that were almost hazel.

My parents were at their jobs right now, and I was stuck at home to do nothing but mope around at my terrible summer.

I could call Tiffany, but last time we hung out, she tried to get me to call my brother to talk to him. That was a major red flag. Beth was another, but all she ever talked about was how much she loved my brother’s band.

That was another red flag. Whenever someone would talk about One Direction, it didn’t matter who, I would just walk away.

Unfortunately for me, I had no real friends. I never felt like I could ever trust anyone, so I never even tried to. It seemed like a pointless effort when I knew good and well, everyone just used me for my brother.

My brother on the other hand was so bloody lucky. He had formed a band with his best friends, not having to worry about the repercussions of fame.

The sad part was, I had no clue Harry and his band had even tried out for the reality show. He and my parents decided to keep it a secret from me until they had made it.

I do support his band, but there is a line that should not be crossed when my life is included. That line was not telling me he was basically putting all of our lives in the lime light.

The sound of Paramore’s Monster reached my ears. I reached over and grabbed my crappy old phone that I have had for two years. The id read Mom. I scrunched up my eyebrows in confusion. What is she calling me for? I thought she had some big meeting today.

“Uh, hello?” I answered the phone unsurely.

“Hey, honey!” My mom’s chipper voice rang. Chipper? She was nearly a walking zombie when she left the house this morning.

“Is everything alright?” I asked.

She giggled, which was something she never did. “Everything is just dandy!”

“Are you drunk or high mom?” I asked seriously.

She gasped. “Young lady, don’t you talk to me that way ever again.”

There’s the mom I know. “Anyways, what were you calling about?”

Her giggly mood seemed to have returned. “Just meet us at Helen’s in thirty minutes and we’ll talk there.”

The line went dead, so I snapped my phone shut. What did she mean by us? And what does she need to talk about?

I sighed and decided to get cleaned up. It was usually cold in Britain, so I decided on a plain, black, long-sleeved shirt and my favorite t-shirt which had my favorite band All Time Low on it. I picked out a pair of pink skinny jeans and knee-high Converse with sparkles on them.

I left my hair down and shrugged at my appearance in my picture covered mirror. My mother was always encouraging me to wear something a little more ‘age appropriate’. She told me on more occasions than once that she was embarrassed to be seen with me in public.

I couldn’t care less what my mother thought. I grabbed my purse with studs and a skull on it for extra effect. Boy, this would be good.

I slipped my crappy flip phone and my iPod into my purse and headed down the stairs. I locked the door with my key and trekked down the driveway. I glanced at the garage wondering if I would need my car, but it wasn’t too cold and what my mom needed to tell me probably wouldn’t be that long.

Helen’s was a small café located on the corner of Fifth Ave. in the small town of Worthington. Our house was located just a few blocks away from town, so I often took up walking as a part of my exercise.

The streets were pretty bare, just a few cars here and there. No paparazzi thank goodness. Luckily my parents have a restraining order from them so they can’t get anywhere within a few miles of our house after a little incident where one of the reporters threatened me.

It wasn’t a huge deal, I didn’t take it personally. My brother of course did. He took it to heart, and apologized for it more than enough times. Give it to my brother to play the poor protective brother when I knew good and well he couldn’t give a flying hoot about me.

I arrived at Helen’s a few minutes later.  I didn’t see my mom around, so I decided to order a hot chocolate to warm me up a little from the walk.

I sat down at a table in the front. I might as well keep an eye out for my mom and the mysterious person with her. I finished my hot chocolate, and my mom still hasn’t arrived. I threw it in the trash and sat back down. I started tapping my foot impatiently.

Finally after nearly thirty minutes, a flash of my mom’s ridiculously curly hair. She opened the door and held it for the person behind her, which I assumed was the person. Her body was blocking the way, but I could tell the person was wearing sunglasses.

When she spotted me she smiled and took a seat. She motioned for the other person to do the same. I nearly snorted as the familiar person sat down. Even wearing sunglasses I could distinguish the brown curly hair from anywhere. After all, it was an icon.

“Hello Cassie.” Harry grinned and lowered his glasses to wink.