Use Somebody
Christmas Morning 2012
Christmas morning that year (2012)
Cassie's POV:
I woke up, a throbbing pain going through my head. Groaning in frustration, I rolled myself out of the tiny bed I had slept in, shivering in what little clothes I wore for sleeping.
I walked slowly into the small kitchen, where it was abnormally dark. My phone rang and I looked at it disgusted before answering it.
“Yep?” I asked slightly aggravated.
“Merry Christmas to you too, babe,” his dark voice greeted me. I forced myself to let go of my shitty mood. He had nothing to do with it.
“Merry Christmas, Kit,” I said to my co-star and recent lover.
“How's Scotland?” he asked. I looked outside the window of the tiny cottage I was hiding in and took in the grey scenery.
“Dull. Wet and windy,” I said monotonous. He chuckled.
“I asked you to come with me, but you didn't want to. It's your own fault,” he scolded me.
“I am not, and probably never will be, ready to meet your family, Kit,” I told him while preparing a cup of coffee.
“I really don't get you sometimes,” he sighed. I could hear voices in the background. “Honey, I gotta go. Talk to you soon, yeah?” he asked hopefully.
“Sure. Have a nice one with your family,” I said, almost sounding like I meant it.
“You don't get too lonely up there in the north, love ya,” he said and I hung up.
I took the cup into my hands and stepped out of the old wooden door. The cold wind slapped me across my face and I was greeted by the usual moist air in the Highlands. I stood on my doorstep, looking across the valley to my feet and letting mother nature violate my hair and body. I hated and loved this kind of weather at the same time.
I wanted to go inside again, when a small parcel caught my eye. It way lying next to my door and had a nice, red ribbon on it. I picked it up curiously and walked back inside. Moving the empty wine bottles from the day before from the kitchen table, I sat down and ripped it open. I gasped slightly when I saw what was inside: a beautiful silver necklace with an old-looking key attached to it. I put it over my head, and it went down all the way to my breasts. If I put it inside my shirt, the key rested right underneath my breasts. I smiled to myself and grabbed the small envelope that was still in the package.
Cassie,
I saw this and I had to get it for you. Merry Christmas. I miss you.
xx, Harry
Reading the words both made me happy and sad. I hadn't talked to Harry in about two months now, and him and that Swift girl were all over the news. How did he know where I was? And how did he get it delivered? I was, quite literally, in the middle of nowhere. I felt tears sting in my eyes at the thought of Harry, but I quickly gulped them down. After what happened with us in the summer, it had been a rocky journey.
The paparazzi really did get photos of us snogging around in the cab, and they were all over the place the next day. After spending the whole day in bed, Harry and I had finally faced our friends and the reality. And it was bad. The guys and girls were all happy with us finally being together, but when we told them that we weren't gonna take it further, none of them seemed to understand. It was a sad last night at Demi's for all of us. I left in the middle of the night, I had to catch a night plane. Saying goodbye to Harry was the worst thing I ever had to do. I was surprised that I didn't drown in my tears.
In the meantime, I had returned to the UK from the shoot in Iceland, a new lover in tow and bright red hair on my head. Liam and Behati took their relationship public, as did Demi and Niall. Rachel and Louis didn't really keep in contact, but she is fine and he is together with his ex, Eleanor. I haven't really heard from Zayn, but from what I could tell, he is still going strong with Perrie. And Harry... well, he and Taylor Swift were suddenly seen together all over New York, and even though we had talked about us dating other people, the news hit me hard. I didn't want to go public with Kit, but I was considering it now. Just out of spite. Yes, a woman scorned... although I wasn't really... damn it, such a fucked-up situation.
The whole story with him and Taylor was also sort of the reason I was hiding out in the Highlands. I was never a big fan of Christmas, and since I had no family to celebrate it with, I had decided to do my usual wine-drinking and pigging out on the couch watching christmas movies in a secluded place rather than my London apartment. It was a great relief. The first day I got here, I had stood outside the cottage screaming my lungs out for about 5 minutes. No one heard, no one saw, and I was a lot better afterwards. The few days I had spent in London after my return from Iceland were filled with paparazzi following my every step, and people asking me about Harry here and there. Neither him nor I ever really talked about us, so it should not have surprised me that people were still curious.
I grabbed my phone and looked at it for a moment. Should I call him? I bit my lip slightly, weighing in the pro's and con's. Fuck it, I finally decided and dialled the number.
“Cass,” he greeted me after 3 rings. I smiled involuntarily at the familiar voice.
“It's so beautiful, Harry,” I said. “Thank you and merry Christmas,” my feeble voice whispered.
“It fits your tattoo,” he answered me. I blinked and looked at my right arm. Right, the padlock... I told him I was waiting for a guy with the key to it. My throat tightened.
“How did you know where I was?” I asked ,trying to change the subject. He chuckled slightly.
“Grimmy,” he answered. I groaned. Of course! Nick could never keep a secret. “I'm surprised he didn't drag you back to his parents' for Christmas,” Harry continued.
“Trust me, he tried,” I laughed, thinking of how pissed my friend was that I didn't accept his offer. “But I needed this,” I then said.
“I know. I'm sorry for all the fuss,” his dark voice held a hint of insecurity.
“Don't worry. As long as you're happy,” I said, defeated. A short paused filled our conversation.
“I miss you,” he then broke it. I sighed and replied instantly.
“I miss you, too.”
“Merry Christmas, love. I'll be seeing you soon,” Harry sounded sad.
“I'll give you a call when I get back. Bye, Harry,” I sighed and hung up. I sat there in complete silence while my heart was pounding away frantically. Silent tears streamed down my face. Nobody ever told me loving someone would be this hard. Fuck you, world.
Harry's POV:
I sat in our living room, staring into nothingness, when my Mum entered.
“Who were you talking to, sweetie? Taylor?” she asked while putting a cup of tea down in front of me. I got out of my trance and forced myself to smile.
“No, it was Cassie,” I told her. She froze in her movements and looked at me with a critical eye.
“How is she?” she asked. I had told her everything about us, and I knew that she was a big fan of our relationship. Needless to say, she didn't like Taylor that much.
“She sounded very sad. Liked my present, though,” I answered. Mum cocked up an eyebrow.
“I really don't understand why you can't be together, Harry,” she asked me for the millionth time. I groaned.
“Let's not talk about this now, okay? I'm gonna go call the boys and wish them a Merry Christmas,” I said while getting up and giving her a peck on the cheek. It was incredible how much taller than her I was.
“Sure, sweetie,” she smiled at me and I left for my room. Once inside, my phone beeped and I saw that I had a text from Taylor.
From: Taylor S.
Merry Christmas, honey! I got up early just to wish you a nice Christmas morning. Can't wait to see you again soon! Will you be spending New Year's with me? Xoxo, Tay
I read the message and sighed. Nobody knew that I didn't really like Taylor at all. This whole relationship had been Simon's idea, and I was playing along. Unfortunately, she was under the impression that this was a real thing, and I had to deal with all her clinginess. I dropped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I missed Cassie so much...
Cassie's POV:
I woke up, a throbbing pain going through my head. Groaning in frustration, I rolled myself out of the tiny bed I had slept in, shivering in what little clothes I wore for sleeping.
I walked slowly into the small kitchen, where it was abnormally dark. My phone rang and I looked at it disgusted before answering it.
“Yep?” I asked slightly aggravated.
“Merry Christmas to you too, babe,” his dark voice greeted me. I forced myself to let go of my shitty mood. He had nothing to do with it.
“Merry Christmas, Kit,” I said to my co-star and recent lover.
“How's Scotland?” he asked. I looked outside the window of the tiny cottage I was hiding in and took in the grey scenery.
“Dull. Wet and windy,” I said monotonous. He chuckled.
“I asked you to come with me, but you didn't want to. It's your own fault,” he scolded me.
“I am not, and probably never will be, ready to meet your family, Kit,” I told him while preparing a cup of coffee.
“I really don't get you sometimes,” he sighed. I could hear voices in the background. “Honey, I gotta go. Talk to you soon, yeah?” he asked hopefully.
“Sure. Have a nice one with your family,” I said, almost sounding like I meant it.
“You don't get too lonely up there in the north, love ya,” he said and I hung up.
I took the cup into my hands and stepped out of the old wooden door. The cold wind slapped me across my face and I was greeted by the usual moist air in the Highlands. I stood on my doorstep, looking across the valley to my feet and letting mother nature violate my hair and body. I hated and loved this kind of weather at the same time.
I wanted to go inside again, when a small parcel caught my eye. It way lying next to my door and had a nice, red ribbon on it. I picked it up curiously and walked back inside. Moving the empty wine bottles from the day before from the kitchen table, I sat down and ripped it open. I gasped slightly when I saw what was inside: a beautiful silver necklace with an old-looking key attached to it. I put it over my head, and it went down all the way to my breasts. If I put it inside my shirt, the key rested right underneath my breasts. I smiled to myself and grabbed the small envelope that was still in the package.
Cassie,
I saw this and I had to get it for you. Merry Christmas. I miss you.
xx, Harry
Reading the words both made me happy and sad. I hadn't talked to Harry in about two months now, and him and that Swift girl were all over the news. How did he know where I was? And how did he get it delivered? I was, quite literally, in the middle of nowhere. I felt tears sting in my eyes at the thought of Harry, but I quickly gulped them down. After what happened with us in the summer, it had been a rocky journey.
The paparazzi really did get photos of us snogging around in the cab, and they were all over the place the next day. After spending the whole day in bed, Harry and I had finally faced our friends and the reality. And it was bad. The guys and girls were all happy with us finally being together, but when we told them that we weren't gonna take it further, none of them seemed to understand. It was a sad last night at Demi's for all of us. I left in the middle of the night, I had to catch a night plane. Saying goodbye to Harry was the worst thing I ever had to do. I was surprised that I didn't drown in my tears.
In the meantime, I had returned to the UK from the shoot in Iceland, a new lover in tow and bright red hair on my head. Liam and Behati took their relationship public, as did Demi and Niall. Rachel and Louis didn't really keep in contact, but she is fine and he is together with his ex, Eleanor. I haven't really heard from Zayn, but from what I could tell, he is still going strong with Perrie. And Harry... well, he and Taylor Swift were suddenly seen together all over New York, and even though we had talked about us dating other people, the news hit me hard. I didn't want to go public with Kit, but I was considering it now. Just out of spite. Yes, a woman scorned... although I wasn't really... damn it, such a fucked-up situation.
The whole story with him and Taylor was also sort of the reason I was hiding out in the Highlands. I was never a big fan of Christmas, and since I had no family to celebrate it with, I had decided to do my usual wine-drinking and pigging out on the couch watching christmas movies in a secluded place rather than my London apartment. It was a great relief. The first day I got here, I had stood outside the cottage screaming my lungs out for about 5 minutes. No one heard, no one saw, and I was a lot better afterwards. The few days I had spent in London after my return from Iceland were filled with paparazzi following my every step, and people asking me about Harry here and there. Neither him nor I ever really talked about us, so it should not have surprised me that people were still curious.
I grabbed my phone and looked at it for a moment. Should I call him? I bit my lip slightly, weighing in the pro's and con's. Fuck it, I finally decided and dialled the number.
“Cass,” he greeted me after 3 rings. I smiled involuntarily at the familiar voice.
“It's so beautiful, Harry,” I said. “Thank you and merry Christmas,” my feeble voice whispered.
“It fits your tattoo,” he answered me. I blinked and looked at my right arm. Right, the padlock... I told him I was waiting for a guy with the key to it. My throat tightened.
“How did you know where I was?” I asked ,trying to change the subject. He chuckled slightly.
“Grimmy,” he answered. I groaned. Of course! Nick could never keep a secret. “I'm surprised he didn't drag you back to his parents' for Christmas,” Harry continued.
“Trust me, he tried,” I laughed, thinking of how pissed my friend was that I didn't accept his offer. “But I needed this,” I then said.
“I know. I'm sorry for all the fuss,” his dark voice held a hint of insecurity.
“Don't worry. As long as you're happy,” I said, defeated. A short paused filled our conversation.
“I miss you,” he then broke it. I sighed and replied instantly.
“I miss you, too.”
“Merry Christmas, love. I'll be seeing you soon,” Harry sounded sad.
“I'll give you a call when I get back. Bye, Harry,” I sighed and hung up. I sat there in complete silence while my heart was pounding away frantically. Silent tears streamed down my face. Nobody ever told me loving someone would be this hard. Fuck you, world.
Harry's POV:
I sat in our living room, staring into nothingness, when my Mum entered.
“Who were you talking to, sweetie? Taylor?” she asked while putting a cup of tea down in front of me. I got out of my trance and forced myself to smile.
“No, it was Cassie,” I told her. She froze in her movements and looked at me with a critical eye.
“How is she?” she asked. I had told her everything about us, and I knew that she was a big fan of our relationship. Needless to say, she didn't like Taylor that much.
“She sounded very sad. Liked my present, though,” I answered. Mum cocked up an eyebrow.
“I really don't understand why you can't be together, Harry,” she asked me for the millionth time. I groaned.
“Let's not talk about this now, okay? I'm gonna go call the boys and wish them a Merry Christmas,” I said while getting up and giving her a peck on the cheek. It was incredible how much taller than her I was.
“Sure, sweetie,” she smiled at me and I left for my room. Once inside, my phone beeped and I saw that I had a text from Taylor.
From: Taylor S.
Merry Christmas, honey! I got up early just to wish you a nice Christmas morning. Can't wait to see you again soon! Will you be spending New Year's with me? Xoxo, Tay
I read the message and sighed. Nobody knew that I didn't really like Taylor at all. This whole relationship had been Simon's idea, and I was playing along. Unfortunately, she was under the impression that this was a real thing, and I had to deal with all her clinginess. I dropped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I missed Cassie so much...
9/16/13