Bungalow Love - Harry Styles (Completed)

Chapter 11

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(Casey POV)

A few months passed and I buried myself in work. I had realeased my single, Not Alone and my album, Breathe, was being released in 2 months time. My hit single, Not Alone got millions of views in the first week. I loved my job and I loved working with the boys.

I haven’t spoken to Harry in months. I speak to the other boys of course. Niall and I are quite close, as are me and Louis. I performed most of my songs at their concerts and I play locally in every place we visit. Its for free and anybody can come and watch. I do get mobbed and some crazy rumours have been spread about me.

Like how apparently me and Niall had sex on the kitchen floor of the tour bus.

Me and Louis have died, twice, both from a car accident.

Zayn and I apparently smoked pot together everyday.

Liam cheated on me with Danielle.

All of the rumors were not true of course. I sighed and pushed myself away from my bed. My phone buzzed and I checked it.

New Direct Message from @Lacey Marshells

I smiled and unlocked the phone, looking at the message.

Hey Casey! I’ve been a little down lately, but I think I’ve overcome the cutting. Thank you again for all your help oxoxxoxoxoxoxo

I grinned as I typed my reply. My mind flickered back to the day I met Lacey.

FLASHBACK_

I was being hurried to the arena when I heard quiet sobbing. I stopped Robert, the head security and followed the crying noise.

A girl, no more than 16 years old, was crying outside the door leading to the audience part of the arena. I went up to her, patting her shoulder.

“Hey doll, what’s wrong?” I asked and she gasped as she looked up.

“You’re Casey Hayward!” She tried to wipe the tears from her eyes. I hushed her quietly.

“What’s your name love?” I asked gently.

“Lacey Marshells mam.” She whispered and I laughed.

“Please, call me Casey, Lacey.” I smiled at her. “What seems to be the problem?” Lacey’s eyes turned downcast.

“I worked so hard to get these tickets. I worked all summer to get them and then they got stolen. I desperately want to see my idols, One Direction and of course, you.” I was touched.

“I’m your idol?” Lacey nodded.

“Whenever I am down, you help me back up. You stopped me from trying to kill myself.” She mumbled and I hugged her tightly. I pulled a ticket out of my pocket.

“Here you go love. Front seats. In you get, Robert, open the door would you? Thanks.” I smiled at the gaping girl and hugged her tight.

END OF FLASHBACK_

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Laughing, Niall and I stumbled into the bus after a concert. We had prank called Jake and Paul so we were late back from the concert. The other boys were out at a club. We heard panting from the bunks and I shot a questioning look at Niall. He shrugged and we walked towards the noise.