They Don't Know About Us (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Cassie P.O.V

"Cassie, wake up!" Mom snapped at my doorway, annoyed.

I was never good at getting woken up; I am not a morning person.

"Cassie! GET UP!" Mom yelled again as she walked over to my bed.

"I'm awake..." I mumbled.

"Good. You're gonna be late for school if you don't hurry, it's already 7:30," she sang walking out of my room.

I got out of bed and just stood there for a second, admiring my room. It was newly refurbished, and quite frankly, it's perfect. It has light pink walls with white Christmas lights strung up around the top of my walls. My bed's a gray color with light pink, white, and the same shade of gray pillows. The carpet's a cream color and fuzzy, and I have a white mirror hanging above my white dresser. I adore my room, it's my haven, a place for just me.

I snapped out of my trance and dragged myself to the bathroom across the hall, sighing as I went. I walked into my dark purple bathroom and turned on the lights. They were horribly bright, as they always are in the morning. I looked in the mirror and studied myself. My messy long dark brown curly hair, my big hazel eyes, my curvy waist. I was very proud of those features on me, and how they managed to look perfect on my 5'7 body. I love how my hair has perfect ringlets and how it was a beautiful chocolate color with the slightest hints of honey and gold. I love how my eyes sparkle with rich greens, greys, browns, and golds. I love how my eyes are bordered by beautiful long lashes, and I love the tight flat stomach that I worked so hard to get; But other than those three things, I utterly despise the rest of me. I dragged my feet, shaking my head as I walked out of the bathroom and to the kitchen.

I walked over to the cabinet and got out the Lucky Charms and over to the fridge, getting out the milk. I poured my cereal and milk, and scarfed it down as mom ate her eggs and toast.

I love my mom; she worked hard for everything she's got. Not only that, but we get along extremely well for a mother and teenage daughter.

"Fifteen more minutes, Cass, then we gotta go alright?" She said, "I can't be late and neither can you."

I nodded and washed my bowl and spoon and put them up. I walked out of the large kitchen and went back to my room, straight to my closet. I picked out my jean shorts, a plain white shirt, and my favorite pair of white converse.

One of my usual outfits since I don't see the point in getting all dressed up to go to school. It's not a fashion show, and I'm not trying to impress anybody.

I put on my shorts and shirt and went back to my bathroom, put a big fluffy cream colored towel around my neck, and dipped my head over the side of the bathtub. I sprayed my hair until it was soaking wet and twisted it into the towel. I stood back up and walked over to the cabinet and got out my makeup bag. It's considerably light since I don't really wear a lot of makeup. I got out the cover up and searched my face for any blemishes that needed to be hidden. I couldn't find any on my tan skin, so I put up my cover up and got out my eyeliner. I drew a thin black line on my water line and put on mascara. 'No matter what you do, you'll never be pretty enough. Why try?' I thought to myself. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, trying to shake out the thought. I then took my wet hair out of the towel and brushed it out quickly. It will curl into chocolate ringlets as it dries, so I don't have to do anything to it. That's the good part about curly hair, it doesn't take much time to style. I hung my towel on the door and went back into my room. I put on my converse, threw my backpack over my shoulder and was ready to go.

"Cassie let's go!" Mom called at the door.

"Coming mom!" I replied, hopping off the couch and walking to the door.

"Can I drive today, plleeaassee?" I begged, "I have my permit mom, you should let me drive. You know I'm a good driver." I said walking down the stairs of the porch, breathing in the sticky hot air of North Carolina. It's always like this during summer.

"Not today babe," she said, locking the front door, "maybe another time."

I fought back a groan and got in the passenger seat of our silver Camry. She got in the driver's side and play punched me in the arm. "Lighten up kid," she smiled, "it's not the end of the world." She turned on the car and turned up the radio. 'We could've had it all, Rollin in the deep...' Blared through the speakers.

I wish I could sing. Actually, I never really tried singing. I didn't try because I didn't want to add another thing to the long list of things I'm bad at. There was only one thing wanted to be able to do; I want to be able to sing. I sat there thinking about singing until I arrived at my high school.

'Oh great, here we go.' I thought sarcastically. I got out of the car reluctantly, said bye to mom, and walked through the doors of Hell- I mean school. I walked through the hallways quickly, looking down at my feet as I walked, trying so hard to not be noticed. I arrived at my class and as I opened the door I got the usual looks and snickers.

"She's hot, but she's so.. Awkward..." I heard being whispered. I'm used to people calling me awkward, weird, socially shitty. I get called those things because I don't really talk to anyone. It's not that I don't have anything to say, because trust me I do, it's just... I don't know. They seem so judging, so vicious. I'm scared to mess up in front of them.

I walked over to my seat and sat down, not bothering to get anything out. Science class is so boring, I don't feel like trying; so I just lay my head down.

"Did you hear about how the X Factor is coming to Charlotte for auditions?"

That got me listening.

"Oh my god I'm so excited," a girl named Lyndsey exclaimed, her shoulder length blonde hair bobbing with her head.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God. You know what that means? Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are gonna be in Charlotte too! They're judges on the show now, you know? Oh my god they're so hot, ugh, I'd audition just to see them. Maybe if I looked hot enough Harry would want some... If you know what I mean." A girl named Ashley said, twirling her 'came out of a bottle- red' hair around her finger.

They continued blabbing on about some shit I didn't really care about, so I just tuned out. The X Factor is coming to Charlotte, huh? That's that big singing show isn't it? I should audi- psh. Why did I even think that? I can't sing. And sing in front of an audience? Please. I get nervous when people ask for my name. I might as well add that to the list of shit I will never be able to do too.