I followed Marcus up about four sets of stairs. I had no clue where he was taking me until he pushed open a small door that led to the roof of his building.
“Whoa,” I muttered, looking out over the view of the city. It’s not like I could see out for miles or anything, but it was better than the ground view. Almost like what I would’ve seen from the top of a very tall tree.
“You don’t remember this place?” he asked, seeming a little disappointed. “We used to come here all the time as kids.”
“No, I do,” I rushed out. “It’s just…been a while.”
He smiled and nodded, sitting cross-legged on the hot rooftop. I hesitantly sat beside him leaving a good amount of distance between us. Mind you, I was still in sweatpants. I did not want to face the wrath of Cara for supposedly ruining her good clothes. Speaking of which, I had been here far too long and should really have been getting back soon.
“So, I’m sorry I keep bringing this up…” he said, looking down and fiddling with his shoelaces. “But if I wasn’t wrong…you know, about us, then…do you think maybe, I don’t know, we could pick up where we left off?”
I tried to keep my face neutral. What kind of hole have I just dug? Cara would flip shit if she knew what I was up to. And to add onto that, I didn’t intend to kiss any boys in this lifetime.
“Um…”
“I get if it’s weird. But I miss how things used to be. I miss you,” he continued. How the fuck was I supposed to respond to that?
“I don’t know…”
“What don’t you know? You said I didn’t have the wrong idea. You liked me too, right? There’s no reason for us not to be together…”
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. Was it just me, or was he moving closer?
“College,” I spat out quickly. “Um, we’re going to different colleges, right? That won’t work. We shouldn’t get too involved or it’ll make the, uh, heartbreak worse. You know, when we’re separated.”
He smiled, practically smirked. But he didn’t back away. This supposedly awkward boy had seemingly gained a newfound confidence.
“Then we’d better cherish the time we have, right?” he replied smoothly, leaning in and smashing his lips against mine. I mean, Cara’s. Not mine. I don’t kiss boys. He doesn’t kiss boys. He was kissing Cara. Cara was kissing him. I had nothing to do with it. I like girls. I’m just simply stuck inside Cara’s body.
It took quite some time for him to back away. I was just shell shocked. “I…have to go,” I muttered.
“What? Why?” he asked, looking sad again.
“I’m….I’m….” Say something, you idiot. “I’m bleeding from my uterus. I’m hormonal right now. Sorry.”
Good job.
Cara would kill me for that one later.
I hurried down the many flights of steps and out the front door. I crossed the street to Cara’s house and stepped inside, locking the door behind me. What the fuck did I just do.
***Cara’s Point of View***
“Hey man, you okay?” Zayn asked, looking at me strangely from his seat of the van.
“Yeah,” I said, faking a smile. “I’m alright.”
Louis glanced up at me, probably knowing right away something was up. It’s not something he could help with though.
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Perspective || Harry Styles
FanfictionCara Romero is your typical hardcore directioner. That's until she decides she's had enough with the boys’ big-headed behavior. However when she declared her hate for the band she never expected to wake up as the one and only Harry Styles, and he su...
