Cassie's POV:

I opened my eyes slowly to be greeted by the morning sunlight. Too fucking bright sunlight. Groaning loudly, I pulled the covers over my face and turned around only to bump into something warm. Great. A heavy arm threw itself around my waist and pulled my closer to the naked chest next to me. Soft curls brushed against my face. Wait, what??? Curls??? I opened my eyes and saw a certain Harold Styles cuddled up next to me. Goddamnit, how? I grunted in frustration and tried to free myself, waking him up in the process.

“Cassie... stop it,” he said in an unbelievably deep morning voice. Dear god. I tried to pull the covers aside, hoping that I wasn't naked, when his other arm snaked around me and he pressed me back into the bed, spooning me. I stopped resistance for a moment because it actually felt really good. His breath tickled my neck and I enjoyed the sensation for a moment before I spoke up.

“Um... Harry?” I started.

“Grmpf,” I got as an answer.

“What happened last night?” I enquired.

“Got drunk, decided to cuddle,” was the short return. I felt down my stomach and saw that I was in a T-Shirt and panties. Good. I could handle that.

“Only cuddling?” I couldn't help but ask. I had no recollection after our dancing session all-together. He nodded next to my neck and his stubble beard tickled me. I had to chuckle.

“What's funny?” he asked.

“You're tickling me,” I returned.

“Oh, am I?” he asked, trying to sound completely innocent while his hand wandered under my shirt.

“Harry, what are you...” I started off before he began tickling me on my stomach. Immediately, I squirmed around in bed, trying to get his hands off me. In an instant, lazy, sleepy Harold became childish, evil Harry whose biggest goal in life was to make me suffer. I tried to get back at him best I could, but I was, in fact, a bit nauseous and still beat up from last night. His fingers wandered around my whole body, and I couldn't even laugh anymore, it was just so unbearable, when I threw my hands up in the air. “I admit defeat!” I screamed loudly. He was on top of me, straddling me with his hips, and I saw that he was only wearing his underwear. The little boy grin he had on literally went from one ear to the other.

“What do I get when I let you go, woman?” he asked.

“Oh, you damned cheshire cat, don't call me 'woman' I said before I lunged up at him to bite into his neck again. He didn't see it coming and we flew back on the bed together, my face buried in his neck. I bit down hard, but he didn't make any effort to stop me. Instead, his hands wrapped around my torso and he pulled me in closer. I then noticed that I was straddling him, and that I actually felt something hard against my crotch. I let go of his skin slowly and licked over the spot I had violated tenderly. He actually moaned a bit when I did that and I started to get up. I raised a brow looking first at our joined underparts and then at him.

“Morning glory,” he grinned at me. I huffed playfully and crossed my arms.

“Are you saying I'm not hot enough to turn on Harry Styles?” I teased. His grin dropped to a smirk and he reached onto me, turning us in the process. I was now under him again. This game was fun, I concluded.

“On the contrary,” he said with a raspy voice and his eyes grew a shade darker. Mine widened at his confession and my heart started to beat a tick faster when he leant down to me, slowly, seductively...

“Good morning, sweethearts! Up with you! We're young and the days is ours! Harry... are you raping Cassie?” Louis barged in unannounced. He jumped on the bed and leant really close to our almost touching faces. We both looked at him, frozen to the spot until he and Harry started laughing in unison. I huffed in annoyance and got off the bed, where Larry Stylinson were doing their morning show. I left the room, swearing words that are not meant to be repeated. In the hallway, I ran into Rachel, who was trying to sneak back into our room, wearing only a t-shirt.

“Don't worry about waking me up, Rach,” I said sarcastically from behind her and she jumped a few feet into the air.

“Dear god, Cass, you scared the shit out of me! Wait, where are you coming from? Oh my god, did you and Harry... you know?” she asked eagerly and made a ridiculous gesture.



I groaned, pushed her into our room and closed the door behind me.

“Cuddling, apparently. Unlike you. I'm guessing Louis' room?” I asked while going through my drawers for a fresh pair of underwear. I looked at her on my bed and she blushed.

“Alright, yeah, we did it! Just shut it, okay? I'm feeling bad anyways,” she confessed and dropped down in the linen.

“What are you feeling bad about? Was it good?” I asked and she nodded. “Then I really don't see your point. It's not like you have to marry him now, it was just sex.”

“Well, that's it... I really can't have a normal conversation with him, and he drives me crazy, but when we're like that... I don't know, I guess I like him?!” Rachel said and I turned to look at her.

“Are you saying you possibly want more out of this?” I inquired. She buried her face in her hands and just groaned loudly. “Well, whatever it is, you'll have to deal with it on your own. I'm taking a shower,” I said and fled to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and hopped in it after taking a pill for my headache. The water felt good on my skin and I was singing some funny little songs before I got out. I had just wrapped in a towel when the door to Zayn's room opened and the blonde from last night stepped in.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know someone was in here,” she said and made a move to hurry out of the room.

“No, it's okay, just stay, I'll be out in a sec,” I said friendly and she turned around again.

“Thanks. I'm Perrie, by the way,” she gave me a smile and I shook her hand.

“Cassie. Nice to meet you,” I said.

“I know who you are. I really love your movies,” she confessed.

“Thanks. What are you doing for a living, Perrie?”

“Oh, I'm in a band. Little Mix. We were also on the X-Factor,” she said proudly.

“Wait... aren't you Zayn's ex?” I asked in surprise. I remember Liam telling me about her. She blushed a bit.

“Yeah, we're... well, it might have been wrong to break up in the first place. I don't know, we're just figuring it out. I have to get back to England today, though,” she said and I could clearly tell she wanted him back.

“Well, I wish you all the best of luck and I'll leave the bathroom to you now. Have a nice day, it was great meeting you,” I ended our conversation and after giving her a short hug, returned to my room, where Rachel was nowhere to be seen. Half an hour later, I went into the living room, craving some breakfast. Harry, Louis and Rachel were seated on the kitchen table, silently eating away some cereals and ham and eggs. “So, what's the plan?” I asked when I sat down and stole a piece of banana from Rachel's plate.

“We were thinking about going somewhere on the countryside, the beach perhaps?” Harry answered.

“Oh, I have a friend who has a house in the Hampton's. I'm sure he'll lend it to us for the day,” I said, getting up to raid the fridge.

“Really? That would be awesome!” Louis cheered.

“What about the others?” I asked.

“Louis walked in on Demi and Niall doing it,” Rachel laughed and Louis made a sour face.

“Honest mistake. He should have locked the door like Liam did. I don't even want to go into Zayn's room now,” he pouted.

“I just met Perrie in the shower, I think they'll have stuff to talk about,” I commented while fixing myself some eggs.

“What, you met the girl from last night?” Rachel spat. She was obviously mad at him.

“Yeah, she's nice. And his ex, apparently? Why hasn't anybody told me that last night?” I asked accusingly. Harry and Louis just shrugged their shoulders. Rachel hit Louis hard in the arm.

“Rude!” she sat and I laughed. Oh, how I loved Rachel.

“So, I guess the others are out, then? Just us?” I asked and they nodded. “Great, I'll go call my guy,” I said and left the room with my plate. Half an hour later, we were in the parking garage, ready to hijack Demi's Range Rover.

“I'll drive!” Harry announced and I took shotgun. It probably wasn't even legal for me to drive with so much blood alcohol left. I was still feeling a bit dizzy and nauseous, but the headache was gone. I turned on the radio and we drove along to some catchy pop tunes, out of the hot city towards our ideal Sunday oasis.

Rachel and Louis mostly bickered in the backseat, and when they didn't, they were making out. After turning around the first time to see it, I shot Harry a surprised look and he just winked at me. I could not help but admire the way he looked from the side, eyes all concentrated on the road. Whenever he was not posing or laughing, he would just look so damn serious. And I found that sexy. I grabbed my camera from my bag and started to take pictures of him. Once he saw what I was up to, he tried to shove it away, but I just laughed and continued taking pictures.

It took us a good two hours to get to my friend's house, and we let ourselves in, happy to have finally arrived. A little private beach was adjoined to the house, and Louis and Harry immediately took off, whereas Rachel and I got changed first. I then went into the kitchen where I found a maid and chatted with her casually. I then packed some sandwiches and went to the beach myself. When I got there, Harry was burying Louis in the sand, with almost nothing but his head above ground left. I stopped in my tracks and looked at them. I swear to god, sometimes they truly are still children. Wordlessly shaking my head, I put my towel down a good 5 metres away from them and hid behind a book.


Harry's POV:

After I had finished burying Lou, I left him to his fate and decided to annoy Cassie. She was so absorbed in her book, she didn’t even notice me until I was literally on top of her. I snatched the book out of her hands and tossed it to the side.

“Hey! I was reading that!” she exclaimed, but I just put my fingers on her mouth. Levelling down so I my torso was touching hers slightly, I nuzzled her nose with mine. I could feel her hot breath on my lips and her heartbeat growing faster. “What are you doing?” she asked suspiciously.

“Continuing where we left off this morning,” I whispered and looked into her deep green eyes. People always tell me how magical my eyes are, but I swear to god, I have never encountered eyes more green than hers. They were practically emerald. She frowned slightly and brought her hands to my chest, slightly pushing my off her.

“Not gonna happen, Harold. I'm not some groupie who gets passed around between boygroup-members,” she said dryly and started to get up.

“But I really like you,” I said and pouted. She laughed slightly and brought one hand to my cheek. We were now both sitting up, facing each other. I couldn't help but admire her boobs in the tiny bikini she was wearing. I liked it a lot.

“You're sweet, Harry, and I'm charmed, but the answer is still no,” she said and I huffed. “However...” she continued on and licked her lips, which didn't really help my case in avoiding her hotness “you could be my friend.”

“Your friend?” I asked, frowning.

“Yeah, my friend. I could use one. And you'd make a good cuddle-partner,” she said and looked absolutely innocent while doing so. I pretended to think it over for a second.

“So... friends do cuddle?” I asked and she nodded. “And they dance together?” she nodded again. “And they hold each other?” again, a nod with a smile. “What about showering together?” I tried my luck.

“No! Bad, Harold! Wrong direction!” she said and slapped my arm. We both laughed and I took her hand in mine, playing with her fingers.

“I get it. Friends,” I said slowly and she leant forward to give me a peck on the cheek.

“Good. Now – let's get wet,” she announced and was already on her way to the water. I sat there for a moment, dumbfounded. Did she really just purposely tease me? I just don't get women sometimes...

Cassie's Bikini:

(http://www.polyvore.com/beachtime/set?id=63445746)

Notes

your thoughts?

• are you disappointed nothing happened between Harry and Cassie?
• what do you think about Rachel and Louis?