Cate's pov

I just stare at the number.

Should I call him?
No...
Maybe...

I throw my head back and moan, making the desk chair spin.
"Knock knock!" Dakota beams.
"Come in." I sigh.

She sits in front of me, on the edge of my bed. I look out the window, staring at the moon between the branches of a large tree in front of my window.

"So, what's wrong?" She asks.
I look at her, dumbfounded, "How did you know something was wrong?"
"Instinct." She winks.
I roll my eyes and smile.
"So, what is it? Or to be more specific, who is it? She says.
"Wow! That's amazing," I laugh, "And Harry."
"Styles?!"
"Yeah. I don't know, he was a jackass, now he is sweet, and flirty. And I don't know if I should take him up on his offer for us to hang out or just ignore it and delete his number and pretend it never happened..." I say, cradling my phone in my hands.
"I don't know...can you handle him?"
"Handle him?" I giggle.
"Yeah, he has a reputation for broken hearts, ya know" she points to me, warningly.
"Well, it's not like I'm going out on a date with him, it'd just be us hanging out. Trying to be friends." I explain.
She rolls her eyes, "Suuure."
"And I could handle a man like Harry. I just don't like him that way. Understand."
She raises her hands in defense, "Understood."
"I just think-"

My door opens. Dad.
He puts his phone back in his jeans, "That was Simon, I am going to be in the states for a week. Can you two handle Knightly for that long?" he asks, pleading.
"Sure thing." I say.
Dakota stands up, "Actually...I can't." She says.
"And why not, honey?" Dad asks.
"I am-um- going to see a friend this week, I meant to tell you, I just...you know...found out and was going to tell you of my plans but.." she explains. Something isn't right here.....
"Alright, if Cate is okay with being alone, you can go."

Dakota turns to me, biting her lip, begging for me to say she can go.
"Yeah, dad, I'm fine with that. I need to see Knightly more anyways, so this is perfect."
"Are you sure? It is a whole week." he warns.
"Yeah."
"Great, well, I leave tomorrow at three pm, so prepare yourself. We can go shopping for more food for you tomorrow." He turns to the door, leaving me and Dakota.

"Well, night sis." She heads for the door when I call her out.
"Koko, who is this friend, you'll be staying with?" I ask, hinting that there is more truth to this.

She sits back on my bed as I hold a pen between my teeth, a bad habit.
She inhales deeply, "I'm going to stay with Adam, my boyfriend...And I'm going to meet his parents and, um.." She leans in closer, "going to the doctor..."
"Doctor?"
"I think I'm pregnant."
"Pregnant...oh god....pregnant, you're FUCKING pregnant!" She cover my mouth.
"Dear lord! Why are you freaking out?! You don't possibly have a human growing in you!!"
I try to stop shaking and catch my breath, "oh god..."
She looks at her fingers, playing with them.
I watch as I see tears crash to he skin, pouring out furiously, "C-Cate...It might not even be Adams.." She wipes off her cheek.
"Dakota..." I say, shamefully.
"I know, I know..." she stands again, "I need to go to bed..."
"Night." I say, still shaking.


I pick up my phone, waiting as I chew on my fingernail.
"Hello?" A deep voice says.
Woah...
"Sorry, did I wake you? I can call back tomorr-"
"No! I mean..no, talk." He says.
"Oh, well, I just wanted to say...yeah, let's do something tomorrow. Before three pm?" I ask, knowing I can spend time with him then, without Knightly.
"Sounds great, what should we do?"
"Coffee?" I say.
"Alright...coffee it is, night darling."
"Yeah, um, n-night."
I was shaking more now, but at least I could go to sleep without another problem hanging over my head.

Harry's pov

I toss my phone on my bed and run down stairs for some cereal.
It's midnight.

I sit at the booth, trying to eat quietly so I don't wake up Louis, who seemed to fall asleep on the couch, again.
"The hell is that noise?" He growls.
"Sorry, mate."
He flips over on the couch and onto the floor, standing and ruffling his hair.
"Why are you up?"
"Cate called." I say.
Louis grins, grabbing a bowl himself.
"What?"
"You fancy her?" he wiggles his eyebrows.
"No. Lou. I don't fancy her." I spit.
"Why not, she fit, nice, responsible." he goes off a checklist.
"She's may be fit, but she is stubborn, and a stick in the mud."
"If you hate her so much, then why did she have your number to call you?"
I stop eating, annoyed by his accusations.
"I gave it to her to make up for being an ass today."
"You were an ass, but you like her, admit it. Something in you likes her controlling, fit, ass." he chuckles.
"Shut up, Lou."

He pats my arm, "You like her....night man."
"Yeah, right. Night."
He stomps upstairs and I just sit and stare at the bowl for a bit.

She is stubborn, controlling, know-it-all, with a bad attitude towards me.
But....some part of me does want to know her better...

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