The Hopeless Romantics (one direction)

CHAPTER: 15

While I try to sort my feelings, I begin to pace back and forth across my room.

I swear I am slowly wearing down the carpet to the wood beneath.

Sometimes in a rush, I sweep up my phone and my finger hovers above Harrys name.

Then I get Sigh and put it back on the table, defeated.

I stride to the other side of the room and come back.

I pick up the phone.

I dial.

On the third ring it is answered.

"Hello?"

I hear on the other end.

"Cassady, can we talk?"

~~~~~~~~~Cassady:~~~~~~~~~

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After I left Lauren's, I rode the bus home.

The time seemed to stretch on for an infinity.

People get in. People get off.

I get in. I get off.

After getting off finally, I strode up my cobblestone path and into my house.

It seemed eerily quiet.

I was bored and slightly nervous, so I picked up a banana and examined it closely.

I decided to try this new theory that literally blew my mind when I learned of it.

I questioned the very techniques of humanity.

Forget the stem.

I was doing this monkey style.

I flipped the bright yellow banana upside down in my hands and pinched the end little nub with my thumb and forefinger.

I was rewarded with the soft wet crack of the peel splitting.

I peeled apart the two pieces of what I had crunched, and tada!

A perfect banana minus all those nasty stringy pieces.

I put my elbows up on the counter to enjoy my prize.

My phone rang in my pocket.

I glanced at my banana.

Then at my pocket.

Then back to my banana.

I sighed sadly.

I reach into my pocket and pulled my phone out.

It's Sarah.

We talk.

Turns out, she's dating a hot British rockstar.

Not to mention he didn't even tell her.

Oh the drama.

After giving my advice-which I thought was amazing-, we hang up.

I swear I should be a therapist.

Well she was in quite a dilemma.

I furrowed my eyebrows.

I think about how lucky she is.

That girl, I swear is the luckiest.

It's her leprechaun look.

Red hair.

Not Irish though.

But still.

Built in luck.

It's strange being friends with her.

Where I am all sunlight, she is a blazing fire.

I am a shiny rock but she is the diamond in the rough.

Exotic, really. Though she never believed me when I told her.

I would say I'm living in her shadow.

But I'm not, she's living in mine.