Needing You
Rude
Cassie's pov
I stare at the giant house in front of me. "You live here?" I ask Louis, who was holding my other two bags as I hold one.
"Yep, with Harry, of coarse."
I nod slowly, still trying to take it all in. The house was beautiful.
i soon noticed I was standing in the yard as my other bags were left on the porch for Louis to say goodbye to the others.
"we'll see you later today, okay?" I am told by Niall, reasurringly.
"Okay, thank you..... Really, thank you."
Louis is at the porch, unlocking the door as I gather all three luggages of my belongings. "okay, come on, love."
we step into a marble floor area, that seperates into a kitchen on the left and a living room on the right and in front of my is a long staircase.
"Harry, she's here!" Louis shouts and a loud bang is heard from the kitchen.
"Goddamn Louis!" A boy appears in our view with his hand wrapped in a wet washcloth.
He stares at Louis for a bit, angry, then glances to me and back to Louis.
"I'm going to go clean up the kitchen, you order the pizza." He says in a monotone voice.
When Harry leaves, Louis turns to me and chuckles. "He is over dramatic sometimes." And walks to the living room.
"I think he burned himself, Louis."
Louis waves it off but I walk to the kitchen, causiously.
Harry has sauce all over the floor and is mumbling to himself.
"um....do you need any help? Or..."
he glances to me, hardly even pretending to care. "No."
"Rude, much?" I say to myself quietly and turn on my heel to go back to Louis until my wrist is held tightly, and I am facing Harry.
He just examines me for awhile, taking me in from head to toe. When he finnally takes in a large breathe and says, "your room is at the beginning of the hall, up the staircase, to your left. Not the right. The left." He clarifies, emphasizing 'Not', "on the right is my room. Stay OUT of it."
I nod and he lets go of my wrist, as Harry walks back to clean.
"My name is Cassie, if you even care..." I whisper the last part, departing up the stairs.
After an hour of packing I head down stairs to see Louis paying some man at the door.
"pizza anyone?" He says.
"what kind?"
he sets them down on the table, "I got pepperoni and cheese, because I didn't know what you like, are you a vegetarian? Because I can go get you something else if you wan-"
"no, it fine. I hate vegetables anyway."
he smiles and I help get pub three plates and three cups, filling each with Sprite.
"can you go get Harry?"
"You want me to call Harry down?" I ask, repeating him.
he nods and I take in a gulp as I run up the staircase.
i knock three times, no answer, so I open the door and look for him, the bed is huge, covered in gray, silky sheets, and the walls a dark blue, with red curtains. Everything seems so dark in here.
I find a pile of pictures on the dresser and being my mosey self, decided to look.
they were of Harry and the boys, one of Harry out of the shower, with a towel around his waist and hair wet. He has a lot of tattoos.
"What dog ou think you're doing?"
i jump and end up backing into him.
"I'm s-sorry.... I was sup-posed to be getting you. Dinner here... Um I'm sorry. I mean, yeah....sorry." I ramble, tucking my hair behind my ear and walking out.
About two minutes later, Harry is desending the stairs and grabbing two slices of pizza, sitting right in front of me.
all through dinner he is silent, until Louis gets a call.
"el!" He beams, then tells us "I need to go out, I'll be back in a minute." He says, giddy.
i chew my pizza, and take a small sip of my Sprite. A feel tension rise and look up to see Harry staring at me.
"hi...." I say awkwardly.
"I didn't want you here."
"I can tell, you're not exactly welcoming."
His jaw tightens, as if he is going to say something, but doesn't and continues eating his pizza.
"I guess it's a good thing you didn't adopt me, then." I fire back.
"Because I knew you'd be a pest." He spits.
"asshole!" I shout.
"Bitch." He says, calmly, with is unsettling.
i stand up, feelin tears well in my eyes, "burn in hell!" My voice cracks, tears racing and I run up to my new room, slamming the door and crying in the back corner of my bed.
Harry's pov
louis walks back in, "where's Cass?"
i look up, "she went to bed early, nice girl."
he smiles, "I'm glad you like her."
I nod as Louis puts up her and his plates, "night mate."
I don't want her here. She is just an interruption, just another responsibility.
And for all I care, that bitch can burn in hell herself.
