Cassie's Lullaby is in the sidebar (above for mobile). I'm fucking speechless. I just... no. I'm done.
Violence Warning.
Cassie’s POV:
*Next Night*
Aimlessly, I flicked through the channels, snuggling down deeper into the overstuffed sofa. I had been restless all day, nothing kept me occupied for long. A series of unfinished drawings were penciled into my sketchbook which now lied forgotten on the coffee table in front of me. Class had droned on and I hadn’t put any real effort into the figure studies, finishing the rough charcoal renderings in half the time I normally would. Not even Gwen’s relentless gossip could keep my focus. No matter where I looked I saw dark chocolate curls, jade eyes, and a wicked lovely smirk that sent my heart racing. I tried to put him out of my mind, to distract myself but nothing worked.
“Eh, move over ya twit,” Gwen commanded, pushing my legs off of the sofa. I rolled my eyes and continued to click through the limited selection of programs.
“Oh just pick something already,” she groaned, dunking a teabag into the steaming mug perched in her lap.
“I’m bored,” I huffed, jumping up off the couch, strolling into my bedroom. I heard the buzz of the TV as she scrolled through the channels, searching through the pitiful selection. Jumping to pull my insulated leggings on and yanking my cream fleece over my head, I returned back to the den, nike running shoes in hand.
“What is with you today?” Gwen groaned, taking in my changed appearance.
“I have a lot on my mind.”
“A cold shower could fix your little problem, or I know of a nice little sex shop with fun toys that could help you release?” she hummed, sipping her tea.
“I do not need-... Jesus Gwen!” I cried, my face flushing beat red, “I-I will be fine. I just need to get out of here for a while,” I stuttered, lacing up the shoes, pausing long enough in between to glance up at the TV.
“Just say the word...” she grinned at me, flicking one fiery curl out of her eyes.
“We’re live with the hottest lads in pop music at the moment, One Direction,” the heavily made up host announced right before Gwen clicked to the next channel.
“No!” I cried, lurching towards the TV, “Gwen, go back!”
“What?” the screen flicked to black before the program was back.
“Welcome, Liam, Louis, Niall, Harry, and Zayn!” the host said, flicking her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder as she looked over the boys. My chest constricted when the camera focused in on Harry; the same dark features that had been haunting me all day were now brought to life on the flatscreen.
“Look, Cass! It’s your fuck buddy!” Gwen squealed, furiously punching the button on the remote to turn up the volume.
“I did not have sex with him!”
“Okay, honey. When I have ‘sleepovers’ with a guy it means sex. I don’t know anyone who can spend the night with a fucking sexpot like Harry and not get down with that!"
“Jesus Christ, Gwen-”
“Shh!” She hissed, holding a finger up to my lips, I leveled her with a glare but turned my attention back towards the TV at the sound of the host’s next question.
“So, lads, you knew this was coming,” she laughed, playfully tugging on a lock of blonde hair, twirling it around her fingers, “your girls want to- no need to know, who of you lot is single?” My heart raced as, one by one, the camera snaked it’s way around the five boys. A gasp went up from the in studio audience as only one large hand went up into the air. My stomach dropped and I couldn’t breathe. There was a loud crash as Gwen’s grip on her mug slipped and the glass shattered on the maple floors.
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Strings Attached (Harry Styles FanFiction)
FanfictionDISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time...
