Change (Harry Styles)

the perfect scene - chapter 36

The perfect scene – chapter thirty-six.

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“Mother, they were absolutely fine on tour, they loved it. It was good for them to get away from here. And you can’t talk, you don’t care about them, you didn’t suggest you and father to look after them I did.  I picked up the pieces and I have done everything for them. I love them like they are my own children, and would not do anything that I think is bead for them!” I shout at my mother, I don’t even give her time to even think of a reply, as I turn on my heel and walk out of the kitchen of my mother and fathers home, out the front door, slamming it behind me.

Where am I going? I don’t know, just walking aimlessly around the streets of London, the May morning air blowing at my face, allowing my blonde curls to fly about in every direction, dancing along with the breeze. How dare she? My mother has just accused me of not caring about Sophia and Olivia, and that bringing them on tour is the worst possible decision I have ever made. Like she even cares, what has she done for them in their time of being in London? Nothing, that’s what, I care about these more than I care about anyone, they aren’t even my nieces anymore; they’re my daughters. Maybe I can’t ever replaced Madison, nor do I want to. And my I’m not their biological, my I am their legal one now, and in my own heart, I am. I love them with everything that I have, no matter what my mother or anyone else has to say about it.

I am snapped out of my thoughts as the sound of my ringtone erupts threw my ears. I don’t bother checking caller I.D, but as I answer it, that sweet voice that is able to relax me with just one word talks to me.

“Um, hey, me and the girls are going for a quick walk, you near home?” Harry asks me, and I can hear the voices of Sophia and Olivia in the background, talking away to each other without a care in the world. Sometimes I wish I could go back to that age; where all you had to worry about was staying inside the lines whilst colouring, and the fact that you got a bit of dirt, or you got your trousers ripped didn’t even matter, and most of all; where there was no such thing as a broken heart and being angry.

“Okay” I chirp, “And yeah I’m nearly there”

“Okay, see you soon?”

“See ya”

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“Cassie?” I hear Harry’s angelic voice call out, followed by the bang of the front door, signalling that it has been closed shut behind him.

“In here” I reply from the kitchen, hoping that he uses his common sense and follows my voice, which he does, because in no later than five seconds, his strong arms snake firmly around my waist, causing me to jump slightly as I did not expect it.

“Where’s the girls?” I ask, turning around to face him, clasping my hands together behind his neck.

“They,” he starts, drawing my closer to his body, so that his stomach is pressed against my own. “Are staying at Eden’s tonight while we go out, be ready for half 6” He finishes, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. I raise my eyebrows at him, but don’t have time to protest as he is already exiting my house.

I roll my eyes, lifting my phone of the kitchen bench and opening a new message;

Too: Harry.<3

What do I wear? Haha x

I set my phone back down and begin to pour myself some juice, before it vibrates beside me.

From: Harry.<3

I thought you were gonna argue with meL umm, I dunno, something pretty? Haha hope that helps;) xx