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It was a few hours until Harry finally text me again, leaving me plenty of time to stress and mentally curse him for not looking after his possessions properly. He was so stupid! My hair was now a mess from me running my hands through it so many times, and I must have paced the flat at least ten times. I left the phone for a while before I picked it up, attempting to punish Harry by making him wait then failing miserably.
From: Harry
Hey :) Sorry I took so long, had some stuff to deal with :P What's up? xx
I read the message several times over. Did he not know? If he did he made no indication in the text. I had expected Louis to, I don't know, at least tell him or possibly read out the texts in front of everyone. I was relieved he hadn't read them out though, if he had I might as well have packed up and moved to Australia right then. No wait, the boys visited Australia sometimes, that wouldn't work.
To: Harry
You are so dead! Why did you not look after your phone?! This is what happens when you leave your phone with Louis Tomlinson!
I made sure not to put any kisses, to emphasize my anger. Not that he'd probably notcie. Or care. Oh well, it made me feel better. Even if it was maybe one of the most pathetic things I'd ever done.
From: Harry
What? What did he do? xx
He was continuing with the kisses. I found myself wishing he wouldn't know. It made it seem all flirty and weird, and I didn't want to flirt with him. Especially since I did not like him like that. It was purely friendship. If even that.
To: Harry
While you were doing your "stuff" Louis read our conversation.
My phone stayed silent, no vibration or text ringtones, nothing. I left it there, going instead to finish up some work stuff, I needed a break from those lot anyway. Maybe I could upload some of my personal photos of me and the celebrities I met at the Jingle Bell Ball to Twitter.
As I sat on Twitter, I realized I had hundreds of new followers. I clicked on my followers list, and looked through it. Most of my new followers were, in fact, One Direction fans. Confused, I continued to scroll down and saw five very recognizable Twitter names: @Real_Liam_Payne, @Harry_Styles @Louis_Tomlinson, @NiallOfficial and lastly @zaynmalik. I rolled my eyes. That's where all these new followers came from.
Out of pure curiosity, I typed in Harry's name on Google Search. I let out a small laugh at some of the articles that came up. Most of which about myself and Harry.
Harry's New Girlfriend?
Who's Your Friend Harry?
Harry's Mystery Blonde!
I clicked on one of then, curious and it came up with an article and a few pictures I didn't even know had been taken. They were mostly bad quality, but I could see clearly Harry and myself. There was one of the boys and I walking down the high street from the first time we met, one of Harry and I going into Pandora, and lastly one from the after party, Harry grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the SUV. The journalist had made all sorts of comments, some nicer than others, but all in all it was speculating my relationship with Harry. Another one had some of the same pictures, but also my Twitter picture. They'd found me. They even mentioned my Twitter name. I despised them for that. Evil cow.
Surely enough my mentions were full of questions from fans about myself and Harry, some just about Harry and of course, not forgetting the hate and death threats. I laughed them off with slight unease and went off my mentions, a tiny bit amused at how pathetic some teenage girls were. I decided tweeting would be the fastest way to clear things up.
@CassidyCarter: Wow, news spreads fast, huh? Well, I'm not dating Harry Styles, just so you know! We're just friends :)
I don't think my mentions had ever had so many tweets, it exploded as soon as I'd tweeted. I shook my head and closed down my computer, going to get my phone from the table. I had one missed call from Harry. How had I missed that? I shrugged and picked up the phone, dialing his number. He picked up after two rings.
"What was all that earlier, Cass?" Harry demanded. I raised my eyebrows, despite the fact he couldn't see me.
"Hello, Harry. I'm fine thanks, you?" I said dryly.
"Seriously." He said. I sighed.
"Louis read your texts. What more is there to say?" I replied. I heard him murmur something that sounded like ship. I doubted that's what he said though.
"Great. He's not going to taunt me at all." Harry mumbled.
"What about me?!" I said crossly down the phone.
"You don't live with him." Harry clarified. I guess he had a point. A valid one at that.
"Well then I guess you'll learn to guard your phone better now. Your fans are crazy by the way." I said, adding on the last bit randomly.
"What?" He asked.
"Your fans. Crazy. My mentions are full of really weird questions, like what underwear you wear and what you like to eat for breakfast. It's creepy. The death threats are entertaining though. Their rather inventive, I must say. One girl suggested I stick my head in a blender." I said, smiling slightly.
"Are you serious?" He asked.
"Deadly."
"Wow. Er, I'll tell them to back off." He said. I could hear him pulling out a chair over the phone.
"No need." I said quickly. "I can fend for myself. Plus, that'll just make it seem more like the rumours are true."
"Rumours?" Wow, he was clueless. Did he have any idea what was going on around him, ever?
"Yeah. Such as I'm carrying your baby. I think that was the best one." I said.
"Really? Wow, I didn't know a kiss was such a powerful thing. I must have a lot of kids." He said, laughter in his voice. I grinned.
"Most likely. I think we should call it Summer if it's a girl. I've always liked that name." I mused. He laughed.
"Sure thing. Right, I better go, I can't be racking up a massive phone bill." He said.
"Okay then, speak to you soon. Oh, and thanks for the follow." I said.
"No problem. Okay, bye Cass." He said. I said goodbye and hung up, giggling slightly. All anger toward him had vanished, like it had been dust and he'd wiped it all away with one swoop. I didn't like the fact he could do that. That would make things difficult, but I guess I'd have to learn to deal with it. I reckoned I could arm myself against his charm and cheeky grin. It couldn't be that hard, could it?
The next few days I didn't speak to Harry much. I did get a few texts from the other boys. Seemed my number was circulating. How interesting. But it was never a very long conversation, it seemed like they were always busy. It was okay though, I had a lot of work to do, especially since my internship ended soon, meaning if I wanted to be invited back after I graduated, I needed to do some serious work. For now, getting back to Baines was the most important thing.
By Friday night I was exhausted. Constant working and course work was a lot to deal with. I planned to spend the Friday relaxing at home, Saturday doing a bit of christmas shopping, then driving up to Dulwich where my parents lived to pay them a visit. I hadn't seen them for at least five months, and my mother had told me I could come down whenever. I had the weekend off, so I didn't see why I shouldn't go visit for a while.
As I settled down in front of the TV in relaxing clothes, which consisted of baggy tracksuit bottoms, fluffy socks and a tank top, with my hair in a messy and rather idiotic bun on top of my head, not that I minded as I didn't plan on seeing anyone tonight, to watch my favourite TV shows and eat food with way too high sugar and fat content, there was a knock at the door. I sighed heavily, putting down the TV remote and got up from the sofa to answer the door. I glided, literally, fluffy sochs were good for that, to the door and answered it, expecting a neighbour or possibly someone from school or Oliver, to be at the door. I, in no way ever in Heaven or Hell, expected to see Harry Styles standing, looking rather gorgeous I must say, at my front door. I once again damned my One Direction infested life. Why couldn't I have normal friends?