Use Somebody
The Beginning of the End
“Ladies and gentleman, Cassandra Kennedy!” I heard the announcer say and I took a very, very deep breath and stepped out onto the stage. I was greeted with loud cheers and even some standing ovations. I didn't even have to put on a fake smile, I was beaming from ear to ear.
“Wow, thanks; thank you so much!” I said over the noise and waved slightly. The crowd finally went down and I tried to start, but just snorted along in complete and utter embarrassment. The crowd started laughing already. Dear god...
“I'm so sorry, it's just... frikkin unreal standing on this stage,” I continued. “I would've never thought I'd be up here. And that at my age... can I just say SUCK ON THAT, other starlets!” I said, screaming the one part and pointing a finger at the camera. Laughter again. Good, they were going with it.
I then went on with my monologue, which made fun of me being so young and not American. When it was over, I got a lot of applause and quickly hurried backstage to get changed. Good, the first round was good. I had been a complete wreck all day long, I even banned the boys from seeing me, because they distracted me so much, and I was sure I was gonna lash out at one of them if they did something funky. I got back up on stage for the next sketch, a girly talk show in which I played a snobby teen.
It went on very well, too, and then I introduced Paolo and he played a nice song from his new album. After the commercial break, the Weekend Update happened. Stefon took the stage and needless to say, the audience loved it. I then appeared to say a little bilingual message to my families in Austria and Scotland. It was quite tricky coming up with it, but I managed to do just fine. The audience cheered loudly. Next was the sketch with the boys.
It was set in an university classroom and I was the professor. When checking attendance I noticed the five new exchange students and how hot they were. All sorts of erotic fantasies kept playing in my mind, in which the boys were singing their songs to me. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and had a meltdown. The reception was awesome.
We ran off the stage and hugged it each other. I quickly put on the PJs I would be wearing for the next one. I took a deep breath and prepared myself. This was the one about Game of Thrones. Pretending to by on the phone, I stepped on stage.
“I really don't know, Rachel, I mean, all of the shows have their appeal. I could totally see myself playing a sexy doctor on Grey's Anatomy,” I said and they cut into a previously filmed dream scene where I completely messed up an operation. Back to real life me, I cringed my nose “or not,” I added. “But Vampire Diaries would be fun, right?” I continued. Dream scene again, one where I get killed 2 seconds in. “Oh, wait, they always kill everyone. Better not. How about Hart of Dixie?” I then said and cut to dream scene where I struggled like hell to get the accent right, letting out a number of Scottish curse words. Needless to say I was a tiny but drunk when we filmed this scene. I sighed and let myself fall on the bed. “You know what? I think I'm gonna sleep on it. Call you tomorrow,” I said and hung up before going into bed. I closed my eyes and then I heard the audience gasp.
“Cassie... Cassie..” I heard Sean's voice and shot out of bed. He was dressed as Ned Stark, with sword, cloak and everything, standing at the edge of my bed.
“What the... Sean Bean? Is this for real?” I asked, confused.
“No, Cassie, this is a dream. I have come to tell you your fate lies in Westeros,” he said gravely. I made a confused face.
“Where? What's happening? Are you gonna rape me now?” I said, holding my head. The audience laughed.
“Urgh... no, come on, focus!” Ned/Sean told me and I stared back at him.
“We need you to come save Jon beyond the wall,” he then announced. I cringed my eyebrows.
“Who's Jon? Why is he behind a wall?” I asked and laughter erupted.
“Oh, bloody hell! Just go play Ygritte in Game of Thrones, will ya?” impatient Ned Stark then said and walked off, swearing loudly. I looked after him before I shrugged my shoulders.
“Alright, Game of Thrones it is, then,” I said and turned my back to the audience 'falling asleep' again. I was wearing a T-Shirt with the face of Jon Snow on the back, and the audience clapped loudly. Perfect.
That went awesome. We went into commercial break, then it was Paolo's turn again. I announced him and stood at the side of the stage, watching him perform 'These Streets'. The song drew me in each time, and I didn't even notice Harry until he slung his hands around me.
“He's fantastic,” he mumbled into my ear. I nodded and cuddled back into his chest. “You nervous?” he asked me after a few more moments. I shook my hand and grinned to myself excitedly. My next sketch was the heart of the show. I was gonna teach Ellen a lesson. Paolo finished, and before we went on stage, Harry gave me a quick kiss. I smiled at him happily and waited for my cue.
“Hi, I'm Ellen, yes I am!” Kate AKA Ellen started off, bouncing around on a chair that looked exactly like Ellen's. She looked absolutely authentic. “My next guest is a young actress who has an awesome taste in men... please welcome Cassie Kennedy!” she said and I stepped on stage. We exchanged a few funny pleasantries before it was my big turn.
“So, Ellen, since you always manage to surprise me, I thought, I'd repay the favour and surprise you this time,” I said.
“Oh, really, did ya? Well... I can't wait!” Ellen/Kate said, looking uncomfortable.
“Yeah, you see, last time I was here, you showed some of my pictures...” I began and the crowd whistled in anticipation. “...so I got a hold of some of your pictures, and why not show them?” I continued and Ellen/Kates face fell. The crowd was loving it. We then showed some hilarious pictures of Ellen and her wife, and everyone was cracking up. I knew we were probably gonna get into trouble for this, but at least half of America was on my side with this one. We finished and quickly went off stage, only to get on again to say our goodbyes.
“Thanks so much to Paolo Nutini, Sean Bean and One Direction! You guys were awesome!” I screamed and then we all hugged each other. I was happy it was over, and that everything had gone so well.
“You did awesome, kiddo,” Jason said and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I beamed up at him and moved to hug Sean, who was next to him. We stayed for a little while too long in our embrace, and when he released me, I saw Harry staring over furiously. Oh, my.
“Looks like your little boyfriend over there is jealous,” Sean whispered into my ear and I laughed a little.
“He's not my boyfriend,” I corrected. He shot me a suggestive look.
“His loss,” he then said and left to hug someone else.
Backstage, I changed into my clubbing outfit and shortly after, we all made our way to the after-party. I was overjoyed with the whole evening, everyone thought it had gone really, really great. There were huge amounts of paparazzis and fans outside, and we basically had to fight our way through. Harry was right behind me, as always, and tried to shield me from everything.
“Cassie! Cassie! Are you and Harry dating?”
“Cassie! Is it true you are pregnant?”
“Harry, over here! Do you share Cassie with Zayn?” These were just some of the question we had to deal with. The whole thing had absolutely blown up since the Ellen show, and I didn't even dare to check my twitter. Apparently, the fans were okay with Harry and me, but not with Zayn, Harry and me. And that's how it looked like to the outside world. I was relieved when we finally made it into a cab and to the club. I headed straight for the bar, and ordered a round of shots for everyone. Gathering them all around, I raised my glass.
“A toast! To all of you who made tonight happen, to the audience, who was really lovely today, and to all my friends, who I just love to spend the evening with! Slainté!” I shouted and we all downed our glasses. More people came in to congratulate me, and I drank something with all of them. About an hour later, I finally managed to get everyone to the dance floor, and we were dancing our tushies off. Needless to say, it was more of a 'who can dance the most embarrassing'-contest than real club-dancing. It was pretty rad.
“You have a moment?” Harry suddenly said into my ear and I nodded and followed him. He led me outside the main room into a small, private room. The bouncer nodded at him when he let him through and I smiled to myself. The room held a nice, comfortable sofa and a small bar. We sat down and I looked at him expectantly.
“So?” I asked. He looked at me for a moment before taking a box out of his blazer jacket.
“I thought you did great today. And, overall, you are just a fantastic person,” he started and I blushed. “That's why I wanted to give you something,” he said and handed me the small box. I opened it and it revealed a small, silver bangle. What held it together were fine numbers, today's date. “I think today was a really big step in your career, and you should remember it,” Harry's voice rang in my ears while I just stared at the bangle. It was magnificent. Slowly, I tore my gaze away from it and into his eyes.
“It's perfect. I can't believe you did this,” I said with a feeble voice. He just smiled at me, a longing look in his eyes. I put the bracelet on and it fit like it was made just for me. Looking up, I laughed lightly and hugged Harry tight, coming at him with such a force that we flew back on the couch together, me on top of him. Like always, we just fit wonderfully well together. After a few moments, I whispered “Thank you for everything,” into his ear and nuzzled against his neck. I inhaled his typical Harry scent and enjoyed just being there, at that moment, with him. There was nowhere in the world I'd rather be right now. A knock on the door startled us and we pulled apart as Louis and Niall stormed in.
“Cassie! Come back to the party, we need you!” they screamed and, completely ignoring the position Harry and I were in, dragged me out of the room and back to the bar. We ordered a couple more shots and I felt myself getting more tipsy by the second, basically. The DJ was definitely my friend that evening, and when he put on 'Bad Girls' by M.I.A., I literally took over the dance floor, getting almost all of the girls doing the moves like I did. It was brilliant. After a couple more songs, I got off the floor and slumped down on a couch.
“Here, drink this,” Harry said while handing me a glass of water. I smiled at him thankfully and gulped it down. He sat down next to me and I cuddled against him instinctively.
“Tonight's one of the best nights of my life,” I said solemnly, looking around. He squeezed my arm and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
“Cassie?” he started. I looked up into his big, green eyes.
“Hmm?” I replied.
Harry's POV:
Those eyes. Those frikkin emerald-green eyes were killing me every time I looked at them. I don't know how she feels about me, if it was more between us now, or if she still only wanted to be friends. She was eying me expectantly, and I just lost all train of thought I had in my mind at that moment. While she studied me face with the slightest hint of curiosity, my hand found hers and when her fingers entangled with mine, it felt like my heart did a somersault. An electric wave went through my whole body and my mind as well as my heart longed for her. I knew right then and there that Cassie belonged with me. Without wasting a single second, I brought my mouth down on her soft lips and gave her a slow, romantic kiss. Like before, she tasted like lemons and icing, and we broke apart for a split second. Her eyes had glazed over in lust, and I was waiting for a reaction from her.
“Oh, fuck it,” she then mumbled and wrapped her arms around my neck while returning the kiss. This time, it felt like all the passion in the world was behind that kiss. Swiftly, she climbed on top of me, straddling me, and when she flicked her tongue over my bottom lip to get entrance, I didn't even think once about resisting. Our tongues found each other, and we started a full-on snogging session, not caring where we were or who would see us. Cassie tasted heavenly, and when she moaned into my kiss as my hand stroked over her hips, something in my pants started stirring and quite obviously didn't stop for a very long time. She brought her mouth back onto mine, and I was surprised when she started biting down hard on my bottom lip. Her nails clung slightly into my back and when she had finished, I inched my head down to caress her neck. I finally bit into the side of her shoulder the little heart tattoo was on, and she sighed with pleasure. From there, I carefully made my way up on her neck, leaving a trail of love bites and butterfly kisses. She began squirming in her position. I found her mouth again and we continued our passionate dance.
“We should get out of here,” Cassie broke free and purred into my ear. I nodded feverishly, and we both got up. I saw Liam, Behati, Demi and Niall staring at us from about 5 meters away, but I just nodded at them briefly, before Cassie grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the crowded place.
It was no use hiding once we got to the open air, paparazzis were everywhere, and I just tried my best to hold on to Cassie before we jumped into a car. We waited until we were out of sight, and then continued our heated making out-session. Cassie was a wonderful kisser, and the driver had to shout at us after we stopped. We hadn't heard him the first three times. Getting out of the car, there were loads of paps as well, and my heart sank when I thought about how they might have gotten a shot of us in the car, making out, but I just dismissed all the negativity for once.
The elevator ride up was one of the hottest I've ever experienced, and by the time we reached my room, my shirt as well as her panties were gone. I was carrying Cassie, sitting down on the bed with her. I broke free for a moment and looked at the lovely girl sitting on top of me. Her hair was slightly messy and her lips swollen. A natural blush had sprung on her cheeks, and her eyes seemed to be burning with desire. She rubbed her nose slightly against mine while I stroked away a strand of hair from her face. I smiled happily.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” I asked, finding my voice even more husky than it was usually. She narrowed her eyes for a split second before she gave me a firm kiss.
“Absolutely,” she then whispered against my lips. That was the beginning of the end.
Cassie's prologue outfit:
(http://www.polyvore.com/snl_appearance/set?id=66253541)
Cassie's club outfit:
(http://www.polyvore.com/after_snl_clubbing/set?id=66820386)
“Wow, thanks; thank you so much!” I said over the noise and waved slightly. The crowd finally went down and I tried to start, but just snorted along in complete and utter embarrassment. The crowd started laughing already. Dear god...
“I'm so sorry, it's just... frikkin unreal standing on this stage,” I continued. “I would've never thought I'd be up here. And that at my age... can I just say SUCK ON THAT, other starlets!” I said, screaming the one part and pointing a finger at the camera. Laughter again. Good, they were going with it.
I then went on with my monologue, which made fun of me being so young and not American. When it was over, I got a lot of applause and quickly hurried backstage to get changed. Good, the first round was good. I had been a complete wreck all day long, I even banned the boys from seeing me, because they distracted me so much, and I was sure I was gonna lash out at one of them if they did something funky. I got back up on stage for the next sketch, a girly talk show in which I played a snobby teen.
It went on very well, too, and then I introduced Paolo and he played a nice song from his new album. After the commercial break, the Weekend Update happened. Stefon took the stage and needless to say, the audience loved it. I then appeared to say a little bilingual message to my families in Austria and Scotland. It was quite tricky coming up with it, but I managed to do just fine. The audience cheered loudly. Next was the sketch with the boys.
It was set in an university classroom and I was the professor. When checking attendance I noticed the five new exchange students and how hot they were. All sorts of erotic fantasies kept playing in my mind, in which the boys were singing their songs to me. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and had a meltdown. The reception was awesome.
We ran off the stage and hugged it each other. I quickly put on the PJs I would be wearing for the next one. I took a deep breath and prepared myself. This was the one about Game of Thrones. Pretending to by on the phone, I stepped on stage.
“I really don't know, Rachel, I mean, all of the shows have their appeal. I could totally see myself playing a sexy doctor on Grey's Anatomy,” I said and they cut into a previously filmed dream scene where I completely messed up an operation. Back to real life me, I cringed my nose “or not,” I added. “But Vampire Diaries would be fun, right?” I continued. Dream scene again, one where I get killed 2 seconds in. “Oh, wait, they always kill everyone. Better not. How about Hart of Dixie?” I then said and cut to dream scene where I struggled like hell to get the accent right, letting out a number of Scottish curse words. Needless to say I was a tiny but drunk when we filmed this scene. I sighed and let myself fall on the bed. “You know what? I think I'm gonna sleep on it. Call you tomorrow,” I said and hung up before going into bed. I closed my eyes and then I heard the audience gasp.
“Cassie... Cassie..” I heard Sean's voice and shot out of bed. He was dressed as Ned Stark, with sword, cloak and everything, standing at the edge of my bed.
“What the... Sean Bean? Is this for real?” I asked, confused.
“No, Cassie, this is a dream. I have come to tell you your fate lies in Westeros,” he said gravely. I made a confused face.
“Where? What's happening? Are you gonna rape me now?” I said, holding my head. The audience laughed.
“Urgh... no, come on, focus!” Ned/Sean told me and I stared back at him.
“We need you to come save Jon beyond the wall,” he then announced. I cringed my eyebrows.
“Who's Jon? Why is he behind a wall?” I asked and laughter erupted.
“Oh, bloody hell! Just go play Ygritte in Game of Thrones, will ya?” impatient Ned Stark then said and walked off, swearing loudly. I looked after him before I shrugged my shoulders.
“Alright, Game of Thrones it is, then,” I said and turned my back to the audience 'falling asleep' again. I was wearing a T-Shirt with the face of Jon Snow on the back, and the audience clapped loudly. Perfect.
That went awesome. We went into commercial break, then it was Paolo's turn again. I announced him and stood at the side of the stage, watching him perform 'These Streets'. The song drew me in each time, and I didn't even notice Harry until he slung his hands around me.
“He's fantastic,” he mumbled into my ear. I nodded and cuddled back into his chest. “You nervous?” he asked me after a few more moments. I shook my hand and grinned to myself excitedly. My next sketch was the heart of the show. I was gonna teach Ellen a lesson. Paolo finished, and before we went on stage, Harry gave me a quick kiss. I smiled at him happily and waited for my cue.
“Hi, I'm Ellen, yes I am!” Kate AKA Ellen started off, bouncing around on a chair that looked exactly like Ellen's. She looked absolutely authentic. “My next guest is a young actress who has an awesome taste in men... please welcome Cassie Kennedy!” she said and I stepped on stage. We exchanged a few funny pleasantries before it was my big turn.
“So, Ellen, since you always manage to surprise me, I thought, I'd repay the favour and surprise you this time,” I said.
“Oh, really, did ya? Well... I can't wait!” Ellen/Kate said, looking uncomfortable.
“Yeah, you see, last time I was here, you showed some of my pictures...” I began and the crowd whistled in anticipation. “...so I got a hold of some of your pictures, and why not show them?” I continued and Ellen/Kates face fell. The crowd was loving it. We then showed some hilarious pictures of Ellen and her wife, and everyone was cracking up. I knew we were probably gonna get into trouble for this, but at least half of America was on my side with this one. We finished and quickly went off stage, only to get on again to say our goodbyes.
“Thanks so much to Paolo Nutini, Sean Bean and One Direction! You guys were awesome!” I screamed and then we all hugged each other. I was happy it was over, and that everything had gone so well.
“You did awesome, kiddo,” Jason said and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I beamed up at him and moved to hug Sean, who was next to him. We stayed for a little while too long in our embrace, and when he released me, I saw Harry staring over furiously. Oh, my.
“Looks like your little boyfriend over there is jealous,” Sean whispered into my ear and I laughed a little.
“He's not my boyfriend,” I corrected. He shot me a suggestive look.
“His loss,” he then said and left to hug someone else.
Backstage, I changed into my clubbing outfit and shortly after, we all made our way to the after-party. I was overjoyed with the whole evening, everyone thought it had gone really, really great. There were huge amounts of paparazzis and fans outside, and we basically had to fight our way through. Harry was right behind me, as always, and tried to shield me from everything.
“Cassie! Cassie! Are you and Harry dating?”
“Cassie! Is it true you are pregnant?”
“Harry, over here! Do you share Cassie with Zayn?” These were just some of the question we had to deal with. The whole thing had absolutely blown up since the Ellen show, and I didn't even dare to check my twitter. Apparently, the fans were okay with Harry and me, but not with Zayn, Harry and me. And that's how it looked like to the outside world. I was relieved when we finally made it into a cab and to the club. I headed straight for the bar, and ordered a round of shots for everyone. Gathering them all around, I raised my glass.
“A toast! To all of you who made tonight happen, to the audience, who was really lovely today, and to all my friends, who I just love to spend the evening with! Slainté!” I shouted and we all downed our glasses. More people came in to congratulate me, and I drank something with all of them. About an hour later, I finally managed to get everyone to the dance floor, and we were dancing our tushies off. Needless to say, it was more of a 'who can dance the most embarrassing'-contest than real club-dancing. It was pretty rad.
“You have a moment?” Harry suddenly said into my ear and I nodded and followed him. He led me outside the main room into a small, private room. The bouncer nodded at him when he let him through and I smiled to myself. The room held a nice, comfortable sofa and a small bar. We sat down and I looked at him expectantly.
“So?” I asked. He looked at me for a moment before taking a box out of his blazer jacket.
“I thought you did great today. And, overall, you are just a fantastic person,” he started and I blushed. “That's why I wanted to give you something,” he said and handed me the small box. I opened it and it revealed a small, silver bangle. What held it together were fine numbers, today's date. “I think today was a really big step in your career, and you should remember it,” Harry's voice rang in my ears while I just stared at the bangle. It was magnificent. Slowly, I tore my gaze away from it and into his eyes.
“It's perfect. I can't believe you did this,” I said with a feeble voice. He just smiled at me, a longing look in his eyes. I put the bracelet on and it fit like it was made just for me. Looking up, I laughed lightly and hugged Harry tight, coming at him with such a force that we flew back on the couch together, me on top of him. Like always, we just fit wonderfully well together. After a few moments, I whispered “Thank you for everything,” into his ear and nuzzled against his neck. I inhaled his typical Harry scent and enjoyed just being there, at that moment, with him. There was nowhere in the world I'd rather be right now. A knock on the door startled us and we pulled apart as Louis and Niall stormed in.
“Cassie! Come back to the party, we need you!” they screamed and, completely ignoring the position Harry and I were in, dragged me out of the room and back to the bar. We ordered a couple more shots and I felt myself getting more tipsy by the second, basically. The DJ was definitely my friend that evening, and when he put on 'Bad Girls' by M.I.A., I literally took over the dance floor, getting almost all of the girls doing the moves like I did. It was brilliant. After a couple more songs, I got off the floor and slumped down on a couch.
“Here, drink this,” Harry said while handing me a glass of water. I smiled at him thankfully and gulped it down. He sat down next to me and I cuddled against him instinctively.
“Tonight's one of the best nights of my life,” I said solemnly, looking around. He squeezed my arm and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
“Cassie?” he started. I looked up into his big, green eyes.
“Hmm?” I replied.
Harry's POV:
Those eyes. Those frikkin emerald-green eyes were killing me every time I looked at them. I don't know how she feels about me, if it was more between us now, or if she still only wanted to be friends. She was eying me expectantly, and I just lost all train of thought I had in my mind at that moment. While she studied me face with the slightest hint of curiosity, my hand found hers and when her fingers entangled with mine, it felt like my heart did a somersault. An electric wave went through my whole body and my mind as well as my heart longed for her. I knew right then and there that Cassie belonged with me. Without wasting a single second, I brought my mouth down on her soft lips and gave her a slow, romantic kiss. Like before, she tasted like lemons and icing, and we broke apart for a split second. Her eyes had glazed over in lust, and I was waiting for a reaction from her.
“Oh, fuck it,” she then mumbled and wrapped her arms around my neck while returning the kiss. This time, it felt like all the passion in the world was behind that kiss. Swiftly, she climbed on top of me, straddling me, and when she flicked her tongue over my bottom lip to get entrance, I didn't even think once about resisting. Our tongues found each other, and we started a full-on snogging session, not caring where we were or who would see us. Cassie tasted heavenly, and when she moaned into my kiss as my hand stroked over her hips, something in my pants started stirring and quite obviously didn't stop for a very long time. She brought her mouth back onto mine, and I was surprised when she started biting down hard on my bottom lip. Her nails clung slightly into my back and when she had finished, I inched my head down to caress her neck. I finally bit into the side of her shoulder the little heart tattoo was on, and she sighed with pleasure. From there, I carefully made my way up on her neck, leaving a trail of love bites and butterfly kisses. She began squirming in her position. I found her mouth again and we continued our passionate dance.
“We should get out of here,” Cassie broke free and purred into my ear. I nodded feverishly, and we both got up. I saw Liam, Behati, Demi and Niall staring at us from about 5 meters away, but I just nodded at them briefly, before Cassie grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the crowded place.
It was no use hiding once we got to the open air, paparazzis were everywhere, and I just tried my best to hold on to Cassie before we jumped into a car. We waited until we were out of sight, and then continued our heated making out-session. Cassie was a wonderful kisser, and the driver had to shout at us after we stopped. We hadn't heard him the first three times. Getting out of the car, there were loads of paps as well, and my heart sank when I thought about how they might have gotten a shot of us in the car, making out, but I just dismissed all the negativity for once.
The elevator ride up was one of the hottest I've ever experienced, and by the time we reached my room, my shirt as well as her panties were gone. I was carrying Cassie, sitting down on the bed with her. I broke free for a moment and looked at the lovely girl sitting on top of me. Her hair was slightly messy and her lips swollen. A natural blush had sprung on her cheeks, and her eyes seemed to be burning with desire. She rubbed her nose slightly against mine while I stroked away a strand of hair from her face. I smiled happily.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” I asked, finding my voice even more husky than it was usually. She narrowed her eyes for a split second before she gave me a firm kiss.
“Absolutely,” she then whispered against my lips. That was the beginning of the end.
Cassie's prologue outfit:
(http://www.polyvore.com/snl_appearance/set?id=66253541)
Cassie's club outfit:
(http://www.polyvore.com/after_snl_clubbing/set?id=66820386)
Notes
because you guys are leaving such lovely, wonderful comments, here is the second one for today!THOUGHTS?
9/16/13