Strings Attached (Harry Styles FanFiction)

12. Let Me Go

Cassie’s POV:

Banging. It reverberated throughout the entire flat. Groggily, I sat up, my sketchbook slipping off of my chest to the floor. Slowly I stood, catching hold of the side of the sofa as my legs threatened to buckle beneath me. 

Who the hell was at our door? My head still buzzed with the bottle of tequila we had finished just an hour earlier, the world performing a dizzying waltz all around me. Gwen had stumbled off to bed whilest I sat flipping through sketchbooks, reliving memories from a simpler time. Carefully, I stumbled over to the door, completely forgetting to check the peephole, I flung it open. The hall was empty. Just then, the door to the flat across the hall flew open.

“What the bloody hell is going on out here?” Someone further down yelled, I turned to see who it was and stopped. My eyes grew wide as I struggled to comprehend why a curly haired guy stood hammering on the doors to every flat on my floor.

“Is she here?’ He roared, shoving aside whoever had answered the door to peer rudely inside. 

The entire floor was in an uproar, everyone out in the hall, robes gripped tightly around them as they yelled at the familiar boy hammering on the door to every flat.

 “What? What are you doing?”

“Hey get out of there!”

“What the fuck?”

“Call the police!” 

I could not believe what was going on. Maybe it was the alcohol inhibiting my cognitive abilities or a sudden burst of courage, but I stormed out into the hall, “What the hell are you doing here?” I yelled, shoving him as hard as I could. He didn’t even budge. I stumbled slightly backward, shocked by his resistance. I had to tilt my head to an uncomfortable angle to see his eyes. 

“Cassie, please listen to me-,” I cut him off.

“I thought I made myself perfectly clear when I told you to stay the hell away from me-!” Before I could react his crushed his lips down onto mine, yanking me up; his hands wrapped around my waist, my feet lifted several inches from the ground. 

It was a solid minute or two before I could process what the hell was happening. He thrust me up against the wall, grinding his hips against mine, holding me there. His tongue forced its way through my lips, taking my breath away. 

My heart thundered in the fragile cage of my chest, as his lips moved effortlessly against mine. A thick fog settled over my body, paralyzing me with his kiss. A nagging sensation began to build in my lungs, I couldn’t breathe.

Panic set in, clearing away the fog. My hand arched a blazing trail across his right cheek. Surprise and anger flashed across his gorgeous face, his jaw clenching as he dropped me carelessly to the ground.

“What the hell?” I screamed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, disgusted by the incessant buckling of my knees and the regret of ending our kiss.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Wrong with me? You’re the one who came in here, guns blazing at three in the morning! Not to mention, you almost got me killed earlier!”

“It wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for your big mouth!”

“How is it my fault that you’re a fucking psychopathic stalker and your damn fans don’t know about personal space?”

“Oh don’t act so innocent! You almost fucked me in the back of my car!”

“You tried to force me to! I said no!”

He raked his hands through his hair, green eyes blazing, “You came with me willingly,” he growled, voice dangerously low.

“What the hell was I supposed to do? You scared the living shit out of me!”

Harry’s eyes darkened as he glared down at me, “Come on,” He growled, taking a firm hold of my arm and dragging me back towards my open door.

“Let go of me!” I cried, fighting his tight grip.

“We are not doing this here, Cassie. Do you want a repeat of earlier?” At his reminded my cheek suddenly began to throb again. I ducked my head, following him in side the flat. Ignoring Harry, I threw myself onto the old, overstuffed sofa, picking up the remote.

“No,” he scolded, batting it out of my hand, “you’re going to listen to me.” I rolled my eyes, fixing him with a cold smile.

“How is ‘No’ so hard for you to understand?” He stared at me for a second, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to control his temper.

“Get this through your thick skull, Baby Spice. I want nothingto do with you. Get out and leave me the hell alone!” I hissed, jumping to my feet, doing my best to invade his personal space.

“Not until you listen to what I have to say.” His voice was soft but it carried authority.

 “Gah! Just leave!” I cried, yanking my hands through my dark hair, spinning on my heel, walking away from him. Flashbacks from earlier today kept rocketing into my mind. My ears still ached from the deafening shrieks of the mob, small bruises now decorated my arms and legs from their failed attempts to latch onto Harry.

 He lunged for me again, but this time I felt it coming and jumped out of the way; his arms lashed out though and caught me around the waist. I stumbled and he pulled me into the circle of his arms to keep me from falling. I fought to hold my breath, knowing that if his scent reached me, even just a little bit, I would be screwed. Mahogany and teakwood filled the air around us and I struggled in vain to keep from breathing it in. Frigid dark green eyes glared at me as I pushed at his chest, heat rising in my cheeks.

Slowly and deliberately, he began to close the last few remaining inches between us, his lips lightly brushing mine- an invitation.

“Let me go, Styles,” I growled, pulling away.

“Angel, how many times will we have to go through this?”

“Apparently until you get the picture.”

“What’s there to get? You’re mine, Angel. That’s it. End of discussion.”

“Stop saying that! I’m not yours... I don’t belong to anyone...” I whispered, initially intending to scream at him, making him regret ever coming here but instead I felt my voice fail me, trailing off. I blinked to clear my vision as the gaze I knew to be green shifted, two warm chocolate brown spheres staring into me. My knees began to buckle and I lost my balance, falling against his solid chest.

“Cassie?” A familiar voice asked, bringing tears to my eyes. I fought to shake off the flashback but it was too strong, I was losing, “Are you okay, Sweetheart?” Sweetheart? Did he just call me Sweetheart? Fear threatened to overwhelm me. Suddenly, a hot palm pressed against my cheek.

“Angel, whats wrong?” I shut my eyes, shaking my head, willing away the  memories warring for my complete attention, “Angel, look at me.” Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, staring up at the concern filled jade orbs looming over me. Biting my bottom lip to stop my barely contained sob from breaking free, I forced my feet to cooperate, sustaining my weight.

“Hey,” he whispered, tugging on my chin, forcing me to face him, “answer me. What just happened?”

“N-nothing,” I stuttered. There was no way Harry could find out about him. No one could.

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