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Cassandra's POV

When the five simple words left his mouth I was so shocked I probably turned red as a tomato.

I didn't really know what to say so I replied with,

"Thank you." He looked at me with a smirk etched on his features.

"You're very welcome, Cassie." It just then hit me that he was calling me by my nickname, something I haven't been called in years so I asked,

"Who told you my nickname?" Something flashed across his eyes, maybe shock?

Or was it fear?

But whatever it was disappeared fast before he answered.

"At the party you insisted I call you it." The party.

Something I still can not recall ever going to.

"Who was having the party again?" I pushed further wanting so badly to know.

"Summer was." He replied.

I thought back to my best friend wondering how he knew her. I was tempted to ask but decided that I'd better not.

"Oh." Was all I said.

Minutes later our drinks had come and we were sipping on them 'til they were completely empty.

Edward got up and payed the flirtatious blonde who I saw write her number on the receipt handing it to him. I got up from my chair heading for the door, Edward opening it for us.

The rain had stopped and a rainbow had appeared making the harsh weather worth the beauty of the colorful view.

"Well thank you for the latte, I can pay you if you want?" I offered.

"No, no. It's on me." He insisted.

We walked back to his old truck getting in, me making sure to buckle up.

"So you really don't remember me?"

He asked looking over at me from the drivers side.

I thought about it for a moment knowing in fact, I did not know this man.

I think I would be able to recall such a nice looking man.

"No, I'm very sorry." The touch of amnesia has really been starting to bug me since Edward showed up.

"Well then, I would love to start over... Will you start over with me too?" A spark of hope flashed in his green iris'.

"That would be nice." I smiled his way to only see his pearly whites on full show.

"You have nice teeth." it wasn't supposed to come out but it did anyway.

"Well, thank you. You have a very nice smile, something I would love to see more often." He complimented.

I just blushed and whispered,

"Thank you." Before turning my attention towards the window gazing up at the beautiful rainbow that had planted itself in the sky.

It was quiet the rest of the way back to my work, I wasn't complaining though. I liked peace and quiet more than talking as long as there was music to listen to, which there was. I'm perfectly fine with silence.

I got out of his beaten up truck saying one last 'thank you' before heading towards my old midnight blue Honda but before I could even reach the handle I was stopped by a voice.

"Hey, wait up." Edward's voice called out to me.

I turned around to see him jogging to my car. Once he was standing in front of me he breathed out with,

"I was just wondering what your number is because I know, to you, we just met but to me it's different. You may not remember but we talked a lot and you told me a lot about yourself so please..." He asked holding out his phone.

He was biting hard on his bottom lip and I wanted him to stop before it drew blood so I answered quickly for the sake of his plump heart shaped lips.

"Ah... Yeah, sure." I smiled up at him.

We exchanged numbers and said our goodbyes before both of us got into our old outdated cars.

I buckled up and started out of the parking lot heading to my apartment.

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I opened the door, throwing my keys on a side table beside the entrance before going to my room and plopping down, face first, on my bed. I laid there thinking back on everything that happened today with Edward.

Nothing really made sense. I know it's just from my memory loss but it really gets to me that I can't remember him. He seems like such a sweet guy but then again, I don't know him.

I have no idea what kind of guy he really is. For all I know he could be a murderer but he also could be the sweetest guy to ever walk this earth. Well, that may be a little bit much but still.

Just then I heard my phone ding notifying me that I got a text, the name reading, '(**) *** **** unknown'.

I opened the text, it reading,

"Guess who? xx"

I knew then exactly who it was because I had only given out my number once and that was to Edward but I decided to play around a bit by saying,

"Is it Santa Claus?"

I sent the message laying flat on my back now. Seconds later my phone dinged again, this time text message reading,

"If you want then yes xx"

I didn't really understand the 'xx' but went with it anyway.

"I think I like Edward better ;)"

Not even two minutes after sending it I had a reply.

"how do you know my name?! xx"

I could tell he was messing with me so I went along with it.

"how'd you get my number?"

He replied with,

"how about dinner tomorrow night my place? xx"

Once I read the message I read it over and over not believing that he would ask that right out of the blue.

"random much?"

I sent it wondering why a man, like Edward, would want me over at his house.

"maybe a little but no whats your answer ma'am? xx"

I thought about it, did I really want to go to a stranger's house? No, not a strangers house but yes to Edward's.

Was this a bad idea? Probably. But whats holding me back? Nothing. So I replied with,

"sure sounds great! what time?"

And he answered with,

"seven see ya then xx"

So I'm now having dinner with a total complete stranger that happens to be smoking hot...

Wonderful.

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Sorry I keep updating late :/

IVE STARTED A NEW STORY CALLED "The Sexton House" Harry Styles of course so go read it please

Okay so I started reading this story called "The Survival Project" Harry Styles FanFiction and it is the bomb.org I can not stop reading it! The story doesn't have millions of reads but it really should so idk if the author will like this or not but here's the description of the story:

THE SURVIVAL PROJECTS SUMMARY NOT MY STORY

Callie thought she was safe from the experiments; she'd never felt safer living in a small town home in Colorado.

But she wasn't. They got her.

Harry has been trapped in The Survival Project along with his brother for a year. He's seen the worst and most terrifying, things including the gruesome death of his first love. But when Callie comes, she's shoved into his life and he has to protect her in order to win the simulation's games.

Based in the year 2035, Callie is a seventeen year old girl living in a new age of technology. The advances in tech have gotten so smart that the crime is overwhelming and police have a hard time catching up. Especially when they can't find the master mind who caused it the most.

The Survival Project is an experiment that forces children of all ages to participate in trying to survive. But it's not just throwing them into a forest; it is a game that has twists and turns and mazes that not one child has survived.

And Callie's next in line.

SOUNDS GOOD RIGHT?

It'll make ya cry

Laugh

Wish you were dead

And get the Harry feels a going!

Also chapter dedicated to the author @highvolume

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