Change (Harry Styles)

time difference sucks - chapter37

Time difference sucks. – chapter thirty-seven.

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“Mummy!” A voice calls out as soon as I step into my house. I close the door just in time to lift my little girl up into my arms. I spin  her around a few times, while she laughs her head off, before placing her back onto the floor and going into kitchen, where the smell of curry invades my nose.

“Hey Tyler” I say, giving him a kiss on the check, before taking off my jacket and trousers, leaving me in my tank-top and dance shorts. Hey, what can I say? I have been dancing for six hours straight, I am still very warm.

You’re confused now, right? Well, let me tell you what happened.

For two month after that date with Harry, everything was going great. One day, Harry came to mine, and told me that One Direction was going on tour again, I was happy for them all, but this tour would be different. The girls and I wouldn’t be going, and it lasted a whole year. There was two weeks in between him telling me, and them going. I kissed him goodbye, and a week later I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t tell Harry, I was too scared. Before even three months passed, we were already distant from each other, and he called it quits. Then, I really didn’t know what to do, so I did the thing I have always dreamed of doing. I packed up me and the girls and we moved to New York-before I was unable to travel of course. It was a mad idea, but it worked.

I thought I would try something new, and after I had my baby girl – Poppy, who is now four – I signed up for dance classes. Things went exceptionally well, and now I am a professional background dancer for celebrities, already I have danced with Rihanna, Beyonce, and Pixie Lott. That’s where I met Tyler Clarke.

I was rehearsing the dance – the one’s for Pixie’s concert – when this outstandingly handsome boy walked in. He had all the girls gawking at him with wide eyes and parted mouths, and underneath the tight t-shirt, I knew there had to be a body of an Abercrombie model. It turned out that he was the choreographers, Jed’s, brother, and I guess we just instantly clicked.

And now, here I am, living in the Hilton Hotel – yes, my dancing earns me a gob smacking amount of money – in New York, with three kids – Sophia, Olivia and Poppy – and a boyfriend who I adore.

What about Harry? Well, in the four years that I have been living in New York, I have not once talking to him or about him. I would still talk to Niall, me and him were the closest, and he would tell me how everybody is keeping, but he has never asked about me and Harry, or given me any individual details about him. He just lets me know how everyone is keep and how the tour is and just general stuff. And Niall knows about Poppy, but I made him swear that he wouldn’t tell Harry, and if it ever comes that Harry finds out, then I’ll just let Niall say he didn’t know.

I know I should tell Harry, but the truth is, I am scared. I am scared to talk to him, look at him, hear his voice –everything. But most importantly, I am scared in case he doesn’t care, and just leaves again.

It’s hard to look at Poppy without thinking about Harry. She looks identical to him, with the brown curly hair, green eyes; she even has that adorable crooked smile. It isn’t hard to realise that she’s Harry’s and you would be stupid to suggest otherwise. And it kills me to know that she doesn’t know who her dad is, and that Harry doesn’t know he has a daughter, and it kills me to know I am the reason behind that.

“Go get a shower,” Tyler snaps me out of my thoughts “Dinner will be ready by the time you get out”

“but I have to lift Sophia and Olivia from swimming now”

“Melanie’s doing it this week.”

Oh yes, Melanie Tyree – my personal lifesaver. Melanie Tyree lives with her 10year old daughter - same age as the twins – in the apartment-suit across the hall from me. She is only 26, which means that there is only three years difference between us, - me being 23 – so it is easy to talk to her and we are basically like best friends. Her daughter Lily goes to the same swim club with Sophia and Olivia, so we share the lifts between the two of us, sometimes if were both busy Tyler would do it. Melanie is like me, and doesn’t have the father of her child with her, but unlike me, she doesn’t have an option, her husband died in the army when Lily was only 5.

The girls all go to swim practise every week twice a week – on a Tuesday and Saturday – And in the three years that they have been going, Sophia has won two competitions, Olivia one.

Nodding in response to Tyler, I make my way upstairs and go to the shower.

Big differnce huh..

Sorry it’s short, but it’s only an introduction to Cassie’s life now. It’s kind of like the sequel, but in the same book?

Haha stay lovely brats.<3

-Sophie.x