Deception || harry styles

Chapter 14

Deception

" instantly felt jealous."

"eyes are beautiful."

"not like the rest."

The words won't stop replaying over and over in my mind, no matter how loud the volume on my speaker is. His raspy voice overpowers any genre of music I can think of. Usually music is my mind's trick to get away from the overwhelming thoughts and memories of my parents, so this makes me wonder; is Harry larger than anything I've ever confronted? No, that's impossible.

I throw my small speaker on the floor to get the music to turn off, too annoyed to have the patience to turn it off manually. I need to get my mind off things so I walk down to the main dorm area to get any mail the outside world has sent to Payton or I.

"Hey, Larry." I smile to the officer and open my mail-box after inserting my key.

"Hi there Cassie, how was your first two weeks as a college student?" His smile is bright, and I'm glad to talk to a partial stranger.

"Good, just checking my mail. First time having my own mailbox and everything!" I smile happy to be happy after a confusing and treacherous night.

"Well, good for you. Now, you better stay outta trouble Miss Turner." Larry raises an eyebrow suspiciously. I force a laugh, nod, then begin my journey back to the room. I start flipping through the mail, but most of it is for Payton (which are mostly phone bills and notices about data). I have two envelopes assigned to me, but one doesn't have a stamp, nor a return address.

I flop onto my bed as soon as I get through the barrier between the hallway and my room. The only writing on the envelope is "Cassie Turner" scrawled in what seems to be like boy handwriting unless it's a girl with slanted and slim strokes.

Dear Cass,

I'm so very sorry that you had to witness my offensive behavior last night. I wish there was a way I could make it up to you or at least give you an explanation. There is no tolerance for a man to act to his woman that way and for that I am eternally sorry.

The main reason why I was so fucked up, the reason why I acted how I did, I must tell you in person, so can we please meet up once more? It's barely even a date, and I will make a deal with you; you come see me tomorrow at 5:30 at the campus' main bookstore and I will explain myself to you. In return I shall get you whatever books you'd like, I know you're a bookworm.

I also just want to clarify that just because I said those rude things because I was in a bad state of mind does in no way, shape, or form mean that the things I said as you got out of the car were because of my state of mind also. That was not my mind talking; it was my heart speaking. I believe we are meant to be. I always have a consuming want for you to be with me- for it to be "us" not "you and I". And I really hope one day my wish will be granted.

Dearest wishes, Love

-H xx

I reread over the letter twice. What could he possibly tell me? Does he have 'daddy issues' too and that's why he was mocking me? I almost told him my story so he would back the fuck off my case, but whoever I tell will forever have a string attached to me.

I will talk to Harry tomorrow and then never see him again. I'm obviously very interested in him, but I can't be focused on a boy with larger problems than he can handle. I need to get through college, get my masters in English, and buy Abby and I a house in New Jersey far enough away from our current position, but a still somewhat familiar terrain.

Tomorrow I will hear his story, tell him I never want to see him again, and I will be back to my somewhat normal college life.

I sure hope that it's not easier said than done.

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