The weekend seemed to drag on and on and on. For some reason I was looking forward to talking to Harry on Monday, and I wasn’t sure why.
Cassie don't do this to yourself. You KNOW he's going to hurt you. You know guys like this. He wont miraculously change for you. Stop. Get ahold of yourself and don’t be stupid.
I knew my conscious was right, I knew I couldn’t ever fall for Harry's games. I couldn't handle any more hurt from anyone.

My battle with my mind was interrupted by the familiar "marimba" alarm on my phone. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, expecting a call from home or something, but I was surprised to see 'Unknown Caller' flash across the screen.

Reluctantly, I tapped the 'Answer' button. "Hello?"

"Hello, love. What're you doing tonight?"

"Who is this?" I was confused, the voice sounded familiar, but I wasn't completely sure.

"Oh, my bad. This is Harry, remember me?"

I couldn’t help myself but giggle a bit. "How'd you get my phone number?"

"Like I said the other day, let's just say I have my ways." His mysterious side pulled me in. Cassie stop! "But anyway, back to my question. What are you doing tonight?"

I needed to think of something, quick. "Erm, I'm working tonight. Big shift I need to cover."

"Cass, I can tell when you're lying to me."

"I'm not lying to you!" I tried my hardest to sound upset at the accusation.

"Well, regardless. If you have work you better cal in sick because I'll be over at 7. I believe an hour half should be enough time. See you then, love."

Oh shit. I couldn't go out again, not with a close call like last time. "Harry, I ca-" and I heard the line go blank. Damnit. Stubborn boy.

At promptly 7 pm, I heard a knock on my door. I staggered over to answer it, I was tired. "Hey love! Ready to go?" He glanced up and down, and I was wearing a pair of my ugliest shorts and a oversized hoodie.

"I hope this is okay, not that I really had a choice to go out anyway..." I looked into his eyes, and they seemed to tell me he was hurt. He's so cute when he's sad..

"Well. I was thinking a bit more fancy. It's a special event." Before I could even blink, Harry invited himself in and went straight into my room.

"What are you doing? I never said you could come inside!"

"I'm going through your clothes. Trying to find something hot for the night." He walked out with a small black dress in his hand, with a cut out back. "This is lovely. Wear it?"

"No, THIS is Amanda's." I went to grab the dress and return it to Amanda's pile of clothes in my room, but I was caught off guard when harry flung it over his shoulder and put his hands on my hips.

"Please wear it, I think it'd look great on you. I want to show you off tonight. Please?" He gave me a pouty puppy dog face and I laughed. It was funny watching the super slick bad boy pout.

"Okay fine. Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise. You'll have to wait and see. But I promise it'll be worthwile. " I reluctantly slid into the bathroom and put the dress on. Much to my surprise, it fit pretty well. "Wow. You look... wow." I stepped out of the bathroom, proud of myself.

"What? Don't tell me Big-Shot-Styles is choked up. Hurry up, let's go." He grabbed my cheek and leaned in towards my face. Oh god, not again. I turned my face to the side, allowing only a kiss on the cheek. "We should go." I said, before moving past him and towards the door.

"Yeah. I guess so." Harry mumbled quietly. I could tell he was disappointed. I wondered if it was because he wasn't getting any, or if it was because he actually wanted to kiss me.

Almost an hour later, we pulled up to the Amtrax Arena, one of the biggest stadiums for small town bands in the area. I was familiar with the fact that Harry was in a band, but not with going to concerts.

"Harry, what are we doing here?"
"I've got a gig tonight, and I wanted you to come with me."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Well, I've got you a front row ticket, which is where the bands family and girlfriends sit." He looked at the ground and glanced up at me for approval.

"Harry I'm not your family or your girlfriend."

"Erm, I know. Just wanted to get you a nice seat is all." A rose color flushed over Harry's cheeks, and I couldn’t help but admire how cute it was. It was a sweet gesture.

"What're we waiting for then? Let's go!" Harry's face lit up as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into backstage, where he got ready for the gig and I was ushered to my seat.

The band was really good. I was surprised that they did mixtures of their own songs, as well as well known ones. But the minute Harry opened his mouth, I was swept away by his voice. It was beautiful, but rough. Soft, but raspy. It was perfect, and I was under a spell.

"Alright, look. Before we start our next song, I'd like you guys to give me some help here. Can you do that for me?" The crowd yelled back and 'yes' in unison. "So there's this girl," fuck. "and I've been trying all week to get her to notice me, and now that she has, she seems like she wants nothing to do with me. But I feel like I know her better than that. I know she wants to get to know me, and I know she's afraid. The other night, I got the chance to kiss her, but the chance fell through. Ever since, she hasn't seemed like she's wanted me to. Now. What I'm asking of all of you is to help me out. Help me get her to give me a chance." oh fuck. fuck fuckfuck. This wasn't happening. This isn't happening.

"Gentleman, can you bring me the girl in the tight black dress in the front please?" I watched as two bulky bodyguards made their way to me. I told them I didn’t want to go up there, and after trying to escape, I was tossed over one of their shoulders. Before I knew it, the crowd was roaring, and I was placed directly in front of Harry. "Good to see you, love. I told you I'd make tonight worthwile." He glanced back at the guitar player, and gave him a nod.

"Give me a chance,
to blow you away
give me a chance,
I want you to stay
with me,
baby,
I promise I will get it right,
just give me a chance... tonight."

I couldn’t control myself, I didn't know whether to cry, laugh, smile. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. "Cassie, I know I don’t have the best reputation around here but you make me want to try to get it right. Give me a chance, I promise you I'll treat you how a beautiful girl like you deserves. You're feisty, independent, and caring. I just know it. So please. Give me a shot?" He placed his hand on my jawline and moved closer to me. I was frozen. I exchanged looks between his eyes and mouth and back again. He laughed, he could tell I was nervous and didn't know what to do. I didn’t know if I should trust this.

"A little help guys?" Harry said into the mic, and all at one the crowd was going crazy. "Kiss him, kiss him, kiss him, kiss him!"

I looked back at Harry, who's dark green eyes were locked on mine. He dropped the mic for a second, and whispered in my ear "what do you say, love?" He pulled back, his lips just brushing mine. I grinned a bit, and Harry took no time in slamming his lips into mine. He pulled my hips into him, and by instinct I wrapped my arms around his neck. His tongue brushed my bottom lips, asking for entrance. I opened my mouth and I fought with Harry's tongue for dominance. I had nearly forgotten where we were when the sounds of the crowd came flooding into my ears. I pulled back and gave a small smile, I could feel my cheeks on fire.

Harry leaned over to me and whispered something that sent chills all down my spine. "This is gonna be fun." I glanced over to him, his eyes were full of desire. Oh crap. what've I gotten myself into? I know I've got to keep this a secret. I broke my promise to Amanda. God this was going to be complicated.

I glanced into the crowd, and just before walking off stage I saw one face that I recognized. The face was angry, red, and crying, not moving a single muscle.

Fuck. Amanda?

Notes

hi guys! Okay, so this chapter took a LONG ass time to write. I hope you guys liked it!

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