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*WARNING IN THIS CHAPTER THE HOLY BILBLE IS DISCUSSED *

Please do NOT get your panties in a twist over what Cassandra or Harry has to say this story is fiction don't waste your breath leaving a comment arguing about what she believes in and saying she's wrong I am not saying your religion is wrong or not true I simple wanted to add God into this story this is the only chapter that has this it in

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Cassandra's POV

"With me." He simply said.

The words were playing over in my head so much that I didn't even realize that Harry had said something else to me.

"W-what?" I asked snapping out of my thoughts of having to share a bed, yet again, with Harry.

"I said 'but first let's get you changed...'. You don't look very comfortable in that, whatever that is, you're wearing." I was relieved to get the sexy garment off but I was also nervous to know what I'll be putting on next.

Harry walked over to a dresser opening the top drawer and digging around 'til he pulled out a piece of clothing. He then opened the drawer below the one he had just looked through and took out yet another piece of fabric. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as he walked back over to where I'm standing.

"Here, put these on." He said handing me a pair of boxers and a black T-shirt.

I took them from him and walked over to the bathroom locking the door behind me. I turned to the mirror to have one last look at the sexy garment, I still can't believe I put this thing on.

It's way out of my comfort zone. It's way too tight for one thing, like I can barley breath and since I'm too big for it my breasts are trying to pop out of the top. The so cold 'skirt ' is so short I can barely even walk without showing my ass.

After giving the sexy garment one last disgusted look I stripped from the 'clothing' leaving it to pool at my feet. I look down at my feet to see I'm still wearing the damn heels Zayn picked out for me. I slip out of the uncomfortable shoes kicking them over to the side as I pull the boxers up. Then holding the top up the front read 'Rolling Stones', it had a few holes in it but it'll be fine since all I'll be doing is sleeping in it.

Once done I look through the cabinets hoping to find a wash cloth of some sort, there seemed to be everything but wash cloths in the small cabinet under the sink, all I could seem to find was shaving cream, razors and cleaning supplies. I stood to my feet, defeated. I walked over to the bathroom door first picking up my clothes off the ground before unlocking the door and turning the light off. Harry was sitting on the bed reading a book, I stood at the door.

"Harry?" I asked.

He brought his attention away from the book and to my face

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any wash cloths? I really need to wash this makeup off." I said learning up against the door frame, he stood to his feet saying,

"Yeah, they're under the cabinet-"

"I looked, they're not there." I said cutting him off before he could finish.

"Oh, well I thought I put some under there." He breathed out scratching the back of his neck.

"I guess not." I awkwardly laughed, why did it get so awkward?

"Do you by any chance know where some more are?" I asked hoping he would just find me a wash cloth so I could go to bed.

"Here, let me look in the bathroom, maybe I'll find one." With that he walked over to me eyeing his shirt that I wore.

I moved out of the way so he could go into the restroom.

"Shirt looks good on you." He complimented not making eye contact with me as he opened a small closet I must have not known was there.

"Oh... Uh, thanks." I awkwardly said.

He dug around for a minute before he finally found a wash cloth.

"Here you go." He said handing me the blue colored cloth.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." He said leaving me in the bathroom to wash my face.

I turned on the faucet getting the little towel wet, Harry sure is acting weird. Like, he's being oddly nice and not demanding like he normally is. Maybe Harry does have a nice side... Eh, probably not, he must think he's going to get 'some' from me tonight. Well boy is he wrong.

After I was done washing my face and all the makeup was off I had totally forgot about a toothbrush. I really wish someone would have brought in my suitcase, I could really use it.

I walked on out deciding I could go one night without brushing my teeth. Harry was again sitting on the bed reading some kind of book. I walked over to him.

"What you reading?" He looked up from the book and said,

"Thought I might give it a try." He said holding up the book to where I could read the title. 'The Holy Bible', I thought it was pretty odd but hey, it ain't my place to judge.

"I think it's actually just a bunch a bullshit though." He said closing the book and laying it beside him.

"Like, it says that God is a loving and kind God who loves everyone but if that's so true then why would he let people die awful ways or why do some people have better lives than others?" I sat there taking in what he was saying.

I was raised in a church so it was hard for me to hear him call something that I strongly believe in to be just of bunch of bullshit. I guess it was hard for him to believe in something that sounds impossible though but the words themselves say, 'I'm possible'.

"Harry, God gives the strongest people the hardest life's and God is a loving God. Earth is only our temporary home, one day when we die I believe and many others do as well that those who believe in God will live forever in Heaven and those who don't will sadly burn in Hell for the rest of eternity."

He looks at me with saddened eyes.

"It's too late for me, I lost God when he took my mother away." And with that he got up and left the room.

I'm not really sure where he went but I guess he just needed some time. I sat back on the bed wondering where life is taking me, I thought about making a run for it but before Harry left I heard the clicking of the lock. I get under the covers and pull the blankets close to my face and slowly start to drift off to sleep.

* * *

I wake to the closing of a door and the sound of foot steps. I roll over on my side to see Harry getting in bed. He pulls the covers up to his armpits then reaches over to the nightstand grabbing what looks like a lighter. A few seconds later he lights it and starts taking long drags of it. Within minutes of him smoking I start to cough from my asthma, it always acts up when I'm around smokers. I waited a few minutes hoping I would be able to stand the him smoking but it wasn't working very well.

"Is there any way you could not do that in here?..." I asked afraid I might anger him.

I know whenever my mother would try and tell a smoker at a restaurant to stop smoking because she knew it messed with my asthma they would always get mad and just keep smoking.

"Why? Does it bother you?" He asked turning to face me.

"Yes it does, I have asthma..." I trailed off.

He turned back to look up at the ceiling and let out a small chuckle.

"I have asthma as well." He laughed.

"But doesn't that really bother it?" I asked.

"Yeah it does but it's worth it." He answered.

With that he put the cigarette out and turned to face me.

"So tell me about yourself." He randomly asked.

I thought it was a bit weird that he actually wanted to know but oh well, I'll tell him.

"Uh... I'm kind of a boring person to be completely honest." I said trying to think of something that might interest him.

"What do you want to become in life? Like, what's your dream job?" He asked.

I knew exactly what I wanted to be but I wasn't really sure how he would react to it.

"I, uh... I want to be a therapist." I admitted.

He scrunched his eyebrows together and said,

"That's a horrible job." I was taken aback by his words.

Why would he say it's a horrible job?

"How so?" I asked sitting up a bit more so I could look down at him.

"It's a horrible job because whoever you're talking with will hate you, nobody likes going to a therapist." He breathed out.

He was right about that, nobody ever likes going to the therapist. Heck, I didn't even like going.

I was made to go when I was 15, I had problems with making friends and just overall fitting in. My only friends back then were Summer and Jackie but even then I sometimes wondered if they were truly my friends. I mean we would hang out and do things together but I kinda felt like they just felt sorry for me. Two months after my fifteenth birthday Jackie was in a car wreck. She had just gotten her license not even a month before the wreck, she was driving on a country road and wasn't paying attention and a semi truck hit her head on. I lost one of my only best friends that day... When I was told she had died at the scene I broke down crying right there in my living room. My father told me to toughen up because he had lost his best friend in the army, my mother tried to comfort but it just wasn't working.

After she died life got harder school stressed me out to the point I just wanted to die but none of that was the reason I was sent to see a therapist. Sure it was a small part of it but the day my mother caught me with a blade was the day she scheduled an appointment to see the local therapist.

"You are right about that. Nobody likes going but I want to help people and heal them from their past, kind of like a doctor. A doctor heals people physically but I could help heal them mentally." I said smiling at how exciting it sounds to help young men and women overcome their past or things that they're dealing with at the moment.

"I guess it would be but still, they would all hate you." Harry said bitterly.

I exhaled sharply and replied with,

"Maybe not all of them."

"Yes, all of them." He breathed out.

"No, not all." I said starting to get annoyed with him.

"Yes." He smiled over at me.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"YES!" he smirked.

"God, you are annoying." I rolled over on my side turning away from the man that gets under my skin so very much.

I then felt someone slowly rub their finger across my bare arm sending chills running down my spine.

"I didn't mean to upset you." He rasped in my ear his hot breath fanning my bare neck.

"I-It's jus-"

"Shh, go to sleep." And with that he wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me into him 'til my back was to his front.

I slowly started to drift off to the sound of Harry's light breathing.

* * *

I hear the sound of heavy foot steps approaching the room I'm currently in. I look over to where Harry was sleeping only to find an empty bed, seconds later the door burst open to a pissed Harry. I back up against the bed frame as he stares at me with horror.

"You." He says pointing one of his big fingers at me and starts storming over to me.

"YOU TOLD MIA TO RUN, DIDN'T YOU?!" He yells grabbing my feet and pulling me out of the bed.

I land on the cold hard ground with a thud.

"Didn't you?!" He screams in my face.

Tears pour out of my eyes making my sight blurry.

"N-no, I d-didn't." I say pushing myself up against the near by wall.

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" Harry grabs my arms picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

"I didn't say anything, I swear!" I yell hitting him on the back as he storms out of his room.

"You're going to wish you hadn't." He tells me evilly.

I scream and cry out for help hoping someone will make this psycho let me go but all the people we pass just stare and walk on by not giving the girl on the crazy man's back a second thought. Harry opens a big door which is followed by him walking down stairs. It gets colder and darker the further he goes, all that can be heard is the sound of my heavy breathing and the sound of my beating heart which I'm pretty sure Harry can hear. All of a sudden he stops walking and pulls out a pair of keys picking one out and sticks it in the lock and opens the big door. The room is dimly lit making it hard to see. He throws me on the cold ground telling me,

"Next time you'll think before you speak." With that he left the room locking the door behind him.

I quietly stood to my feet running over to the metal door pushing and shoving on it hoping for it to let me out. I scream at Harry as I see him walk up the stairs followed by the sound of the door being slammed shut. I stand at the door sobbing, trying my best to stop crying but I can't until a sweet little sounding voice asked,

"Will you play dolls with me?"

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