Use Somebody
Miss Pizzicato
Cassie's POV:
I fucking hate mondays. They are so dull, even when you work in a studio full of the funniest people in America. I woke up at around 2 am that night, still on the couch in Demi's living room. My muscles had hurt from the uncomfortable sleeping position I had found myself in, half sprawled all over Harry, half on the floor. Careful not to wake him, I snuck out of his arms and dragged myself into my own bed. I was glad Rachel was with Louis again, or I would have had to share this one as well. Only a few hours later, it was off to work for me, and now, after a more than exhausting first day of rehearsing, I was heading back to Demi's.
“Hello? Anybody home?” I shouted when I stepped into the door. Most of the lights were turned off, which was odd. It was only 8:30. I went into the main living area and saw Harry over at the piano. He had his laptop on top of it and apparently tried to play some tune. He looked up and grinned at me while I walked over.
“Hey Cass, how was your day?” he asked. I put my things down and let myself fall to the floor. I like lying on the floor, especially when I'm tired.
“Good, but exhausting. I'm a bit sore from yesterday,” I groaned. He chuckled at me. “Where are the others?” I asked.
“Oh, Louis and Rachel went somewhere, Demi and Niall are in her room, and Liam and Zayn are out. Did you have dinner already?”
“No, in fact, I think I'm gonna fix something up. You want some, too?” I asked, getting up from the floor and walking the short distance to the kitchen counter.
“Yeah, I'd love to! How about some music?” he said with an evil smirk. I looked at him critically and shrugged my shoulders.
“Sure, why not?” turning to fridge, I rummaged through it in the hopes of finding something to cook with. I took out several vegetables and started to wash them. Music started to fill the room and I froze when I recognised the song. Damn it.
Harry's POV:
I watched every single move Cassie was making in the kitchen when I put on the song. After the first few chords, she froze where she was standing over the sink and turned to look at me, shock apparent in her expression. I got up and came over, grinning cockily.
“You don't DO music videos, huh?” I asked provocatively, leaning in close to her. I did find a music video she was in, “Rainy Zurich” by The Fray. It started off in an empty apartment and showed Cassie casually dancing out the door and through the grey city in the pouring rain. It was simply magical, especially the way she moved with the music. I could see some classical ballet moves but also modern bits here and there. The song ended with her on a bridge, staring out to the water. The look on her face was heartbreaking. The real Cassie stared at me for a moment, before her eyes wandered to my lips and I saw her flush slightly.
“They're really good friends of mine. Talked me into it when I was drunk. I know it's crap, okay?” she huffed at me and turned towards the vegetables again. I furrowed my brow. That was not what I meant with it. Quickly, I grabbed her hands and forced her to look at me.
“You really think it's crap? Cassie, that's one of the best music videos I've ever seen! It fits the song really well and your dancing is just incredible!” I emphasised. She looked sceptical before her eyes lit up.
“You really think so?” she almost whispered.
“Absolutely. In fact, will you dance for me?” I asked, hopeful to experience her live. In a flash, the normal Cassie was back and she just laughed at me.
“No way! I'm quite done with ballet, actually,” she turned back to fixing dinner. I pouted and tried to do my best Liam-puppy-face-expression, but she just stuck her tongue out at me.
“Unfair,” I complained and walked back to the piano.
“Hey! I'm making you dinner, what about that is unfair?” she shouted from the kitchen. I ignored her and watched the video one more time. It was getting harder and harder not to fall for her every damn day.
Cassie's POV:
I made some nice vegetable pasta for Harry and me and we ate in comfortable silence. Liam and Zayn came home in the middle of dinner, grabbed a plate of pasta as well and joined us. When I was done, I excused myself rather quickly and went to take a shower. I noticed Zayn coming into the bathroom in the middle of it and then waiting for me outside the shower cabin. Unimpressed by his presence, I stepped out and wrapped myself in a fluffy towel he was handing me.
“We okay?” he finally asked.
“Sure, why wouldn't we be?” I replied casually.
“I dunno... I just thought you might be pissed about what happened at the club the other day,” he shrugged his shoulders.
“Honestly, I don't know why everyone thinks I'll go all berserk on you for snogging with your ex!” my voice became slightly aggravated. “We had a deal, and it didn't include all the relationship-stuff, so we're fine. For real!” I took a deep breath and calmed down a bit.
“Alright, I get it. It's just... normal girls would've probably freaked,” he said to his defence.
“Good thing that I'm not normal then, aye?” I asked and grinned. He grinned back and hugged me, lingering for a moment. When he withdrew, he brushed his cheek playfully against mine, resting his forehead against mine.
“So... you up for a little playtime?” he asked with a seductive tone in his voice. I rolled my eyes and broke free from his grip.
“I'm afraid I realised that's not really possible anymore, Zayn,” I said and his expression grew a bit pissed.
“Why?” his tone was harsh.
“I guess I realised I'm not into the whole casual thing anymore. Besides, I really think you should figure things out with Perrie first. She still likes you,” I said while walking into my room. He followed me.
“How can you not be into it anymore when you were just two days ago?” he asked slightly mad.
“I dunno... probably the way everyone reacted when you were snogging around. They all thought I was gonna explode or something, and that reminded me that I was still in a bit of a hard place,” I tried to reason with him.
“So... no sex anymore?” his tone became softer. I looked at him and stroked down his arm in a comforting manner.
“I'd really love to, Zayn, but I think it's better that way. For both of us.” He stroked over my cheek and kissed it softly.
“You're right. I'm sorry. I really liked sleeping with you.” And cheeky Zayn was back. I laughed and punched him in the shoulder playfully.
“Thanks for the flowers, mate, but you better go now. I'm still only wearing a towel,” I said and shoved him towards the door. He disappeared with a grin and a wave and I went to put on some underwear.
That was harder than I had expected it to be. I guess having someone at least sexually interested was quite comforting. But well, looks like I had to deal with it. After all, I deserved a good and stable relationship, not just fucking. Even though it was so hot.... no, Cassie, stop it! I mentally slapped myself and thought for a moment before I went over to my iPod and put it on play. There was only one way to relieve stress now. I was still only in my bra and knickers, but I didn't mind at all when I put on Delibes' Pizzicato and started dancing.
Even though I told Harry I was done with ballet, I still liked to dance my favourite parts from time to time, and so I swirled around to the playful tune. It always brightened my mood. When it was over, I decided to switch to something more modern and chose “Miss Cigarette” by Rizzle Kicks. It was my absolute favourite by them. I swayed my hips around and kicked my legs in the air here, grinning to myself the whole time. The two guys were just brilliant.
Suddenly, I saw someone from the corner of my eye and turned towards the door where I found Harry with his phone in hand. He grinned as he filmed me and I just beamed back. Oh, alright, he had caught me dancing. It was what he wanted after all. Quick as a fox, I snuck over to him and took his hand. He was a good dancer and I wanted to keep him from filming. We laughed and danced through the rest of the song together. After it ended, I quickly paused the iPod and put on a huge sweater which was lying on the bed. I made the mistake of turning my back towards him, because he took the opportunity and tackled me from behind, sending both of us crashing into the sheets.
“Harry, you fuckin rocket! Get aff me!” I screamed and giggled, trying to move under his weight.
“Oh, no, sweet cheeks, you lied to me again. You're gonna get punished for that,” he said slowly and dangerously before he started tickling me. We started a bitter tickling war, which, much to my disappointment, Harry won because of his unfair strength. He managed to pin me to the bed with his legs and reached over to my nightstand. My camera was there and he tried to take shots of me underneath him. I laughed and screamed at him to stop, flailing my hands up at the camera, but he caught them with his all the time until he was finally satisfied. Giving me his famous dimpled grin, he put the camera away and released me, lying down next to me. I was breathing heavily, absolutely exhausted from the whole day.
“Dafty goon,” I muttered under my breath and he chuckled lowly.
“Serves you right,” he said back and flung his arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest.
“What are you doing? I'm only wearing a sweater,” I said slightly confused.
“I just saw you dance practically naked and you're worried about cuddling when you're ONLY wearing a huge sweater? Cass, you're mental,” he said and I could feel his body vibrating from the low chuckles.
“Am not! And I'm not going to bed now! It's still only 10:30!” I complained.
“Just stay still for a few minutes...” he mumbled softly and I slightly huffed, but didn't move. It felt good being spooned and I closed my eyes to finally enjoy the calmness of my senses and the safety I felt when lying in Harry's arms. Not that I would ever admit it, but I really did like my cuddle-partner. I liked him a lot.
Cassie's dancing outfit:
http://www.polyvore.com/tiny_dancer/set?id=64931041
I fucking hate mondays. They are so dull, even when you work in a studio full of the funniest people in America. I woke up at around 2 am that night, still on the couch in Demi's living room. My muscles had hurt from the uncomfortable sleeping position I had found myself in, half sprawled all over Harry, half on the floor. Careful not to wake him, I snuck out of his arms and dragged myself into my own bed. I was glad Rachel was with Louis again, or I would have had to share this one as well. Only a few hours later, it was off to work for me, and now, after a more than exhausting first day of rehearsing, I was heading back to Demi's.
“Hello? Anybody home?” I shouted when I stepped into the door. Most of the lights were turned off, which was odd. It was only 8:30. I went into the main living area and saw Harry over at the piano. He had his laptop on top of it and apparently tried to play some tune. He looked up and grinned at me while I walked over.
“Hey Cass, how was your day?” he asked. I put my things down and let myself fall to the floor. I like lying on the floor, especially when I'm tired.
“Good, but exhausting. I'm a bit sore from yesterday,” I groaned. He chuckled at me. “Where are the others?” I asked.
“Oh, Louis and Rachel went somewhere, Demi and Niall are in her room, and Liam and Zayn are out. Did you have dinner already?”
“No, in fact, I think I'm gonna fix something up. You want some, too?” I asked, getting up from the floor and walking the short distance to the kitchen counter.
“Yeah, I'd love to! How about some music?” he said with an evil smirk. I looked at him critically and shrugged my shoulders.
“Sure, why not?” turning to fridge, I rummaged through it in the hopes of finding something to cook with. I took out several vegetables and started to wash them. Music started to fill the room and I froze when I recognised the song. Damn it.
Harry's POV:
I watched every single move Cassie was making in the kitchen when I put on the song. After the first few chords, she froze where she was standing over the sink and turned to look at me, shock apparent in her expression. I got up and came over, grinning cockily.
“You don't DO music videos, huh?” I asked provocatively, leaning in close to her. I did find a music video she was in, “Rainy Zurich” by The Fray. It started off in an empty apartment and showed Cassie casually dancing out the door and through the grey city in the pouring rain. It was simply magical, especially the way she moved with the music. I could see some classical ballet moves but also modern bits here and there. The song ended with her on a bridge, staring out to the water. The look on her face was heartbreaking. The real Cassie stared at me for a moment, before her eyes wandered to my lips and I saw her flush slightly.
“They're really good friends of mine. Talked me into it when I was drunk. I know it's crap, okay?” she huffed at me and turned towards the vegetables again. I furrowed my brow. That was not what I meant with it. Quickly, I grabbed her hands and forced her to look at me.
“You really think it's crap? Cassie, that's one of the best music videos I've ever seen! It fits the song really well and your dancing is just incredible!” I emphasised. She looked sceptical before her eyes lit up.
“You really think so?” she almost whispered.
“Absolutely. In fact, will you dance for me?” I asked, hopeful to experience her live. In a flash, the normal Cassie was back and she just laughed at me.
“No way! I'm quite done with ballet, actually,” she turned back to fixing dinner. I pouted and tried to do my best Liam-puppy-face-expression, but she just stuck her tongue out at me.
“Unfair,” I complained and walked back to the piano.
“Hey! I'm making you dinner, what about that is unfair?” she shouted from the kitchen. I ignored her and watched the video one more time. It was getting harder and harder not to fall for her every damn day.
Cassie's POV:
I made some nice vegetable pasta for Harry and me and we ate in comfortable silence. Liam and Zayn came home in the middle of dinner, grabbed a plate of pasta as well and joined us. When I was done, I excused myself rather quickly and went to take a shower. I noticed Zayn coming into the bathroom in the middle of it and then waiting for me outside the shower cabin. Unimpressed by his presence, I stepped out and wrapped myself in a fluffy towel he was handing me.
“We okay?” he finally asked.
“Sure, why wouldn't we be?” I replied casually.
“I dunno... I just thought you might be pissed about what happened at the club the other day,” he shrugged his shoulders.
“Honestly, I don't know why everyone thinks I'll go all berserk on you for snogging with your ex!” my voice became slightly aggravated. “We had a deal, and it didn't include all the relationship-stuff, so we're fine. For real!” I took a deep breath and calmed down a bit.
“Alright, I get it. It's just... normal girls would've probably freaked,” he said to his defence.
“Good thing that I'm not normal then, aye?” I asked and grinned. He grinned back and hugged me, lingering for a moment. When he withdrew, he brushed his cheek playfully against mine, resting his forehead against mine.
“So... you up for a little playtime?” he asked with a seductive tone in his voice. I rolled my eyes and broke free from his grip.
“I'm afraid I realised that's not really possible anymore, Zayn,” I said and his expression grew a bit pissed.
“Why?” his tone was harsh.
“I guess I realised I'm not into the whole casual thing anymore. Besides, I really think you should figure things out with Perrie first. She still likes you,” I said while walking into my room. He followed me.
“How can you not be into it anymore when you were just two days ago?” he asked slightly mad.
“I dunno... probably the way everyone reacted when you were snogging around. They all thought I was gonna explode or something, and that reminded me that I was still in a bit of a hard place,” I tried to reason with him.
“So... no sex anymore?” his tone became softer. I looked at him and stroked down his arm in a comforting manner.
“I'd really love to, Zayn, but I think it's better that way. For both of us.” He stroked over my cheek and kissed it softly.
“You're right. I'm sorry. I really liked sleeping with you.” And cheeky Zayn was back. I laughed and punched him in the shoulder playfully.
“Thanks for the flowers, mate, but you better go now. I'm still only wearing a towel,” I said and shoved him towards the door. He disappeared with a grin and a wave and I went to put on some underwear.
That was harder than I had expected it to be. I guess having someone at least sexually interested was quite comforting. But well, looks like I had to deal with it. After all, I deserved a good and stable relationship, not just fucking. Even though it was so hot.... no, Cassie, stop it! I mentally slapped myself and thought for a moment before I went over to my iPod and put it on play. There was only one way to relieve stress now. I was still only in my bra and knickers, but I didn't mind at all when I put on Delibes' Pizzicato and started dancing.
Even though I told Harry I was done with ballet, I still liked to dance my favourite parts from time to time, and so I swirled around to the playful tune. It always brightened my mood. When it was over, I decided to switch to something more modern and chose “Miss Cigarette” by Rizzle Kicks. It was my absolute favourite by them. I swayed my hips around and kicked my legs in the air here, grinning to myself the whole time. The two guys were just brilliant.
Suddenly, I saw someone from the corner of my eye and turned towards the door where I found Harry with his phone in hand. He grinned as he filmed me and I just beamed back. Oh, alright, he had caught me dancing. It was what he wanted after all. Quick as a fox, I snuck over to him and took his hand. He was a good dancer and I wanted to keep him from filming. We laughed and danced through the rest of the song together. After it ended, I quickly paused the iPod and put on a huge sweater which was lying on the bed. I made the mistake of turning my back towards him, because he took the opportunity and tackled me from behind, sending both of us crashing into the sheets.
“Harry, you fuckin rocket! Get aff me!” I screamed and giggled, trying to move under his weight.
“Oh, no, sweet cheeks, you lied to me again. You're gonna get punished for that,” he said slowly and dangerously before he started tickling me. We started a bitter tickling war, which, much to my disappointment, Harry won because of his unfair strength. He managed to pin me to the bed with his legs and reached over to my nightstand. My camera was there and he tried to take shots of me underneath him. I laughed and screamed at him to stop, flailing my hands up at the camera, but he caught them with his all the time until he was finally satisfied. Giving me his famous dimpled grin, he put the camera away and released me, lying down next to me. I was breathing heavily, absolutely exhausted from the whole day.
“Dafty goon,” I muttered under my breath and he chuckled lowly.
“Serves you right,” he said back and flung his arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest.
“What are you doing? I'm only wearing a sweater,” I said slightly confused.
“I just saw you dance practically naked and you're worried about cuddling when you're ONLY wearing a huge sweater? Cass, you're mental,” he said and I could feel his body vibrating from the low chuckles.
“Am not! And I'm not going to bed now! It's still only 10:30!” I complained.
“Just stay still for a few minutes...” he mumbled softly and I slightly huffed, but didn't move. It felt good being spooned and I closed my eyes to finally enjoy the calmness of my senses and the safety I felt when lying in Harry's arms. Not that I would ever admit it, but I really did like my cuddle-partner. I liked him a lot.
Cassie's dancing outfit:
http://www.polyvore.com/tiny_dancer/set?id=64931041
Notes
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9/16/13