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Chapter 20

Cassie's POV

The person who said "time flies when you're having fun" really wasn't kidding. Time has flown by very quickly these past few months. Jake and I have been having a lot fun since he got back. He practically lives in my house now, as he's always around. I'm glad that he's back, I really missed him.

"So, what trouble are we getting ourselves in today?" Jake asks as he sits up on my bed. It's a quarter til seven in the morning and he's already harassing me.

"Jake do you ever go home?" I ask, getting out of bed and heading to my closet.

"Not really. I enjoy the time in your bed. It has a certain.. je ne sais quoi."

"Breaking out the French again, I see. I knew that you learned something while you were away."

"Don't pretend you don't remember that summer when Jesse decided that we needed to learn culture. He forced us to speak French while he was in the house."

"I remember. He refused to let me use the bathroom without asking to in French. I almost peed on myself way too many times that summer."

Jake laughs. "At least you learned something, even if it was embarrassing."

I roll my eyes even though he can't see me. Grabbing my towel, I head towards the bathroom. "Je vais aller se laver," I call behind me.

"I knew you remembered. Have fun ridding yourself of dirt," Jake calls from behind me.

I return to my room after cleaning up but Jake is nowhere to be seen. I hear the faint sound of rushing water and figure that he's in the kitchen. I wouldn't be surprised if he were, he's developed quite the appetite over the years. I take this as an opportunity to get dressed. I lock my door and search around my closet for something to wear. I grab a pair of skinny jeans and one of my many crush t-shirts, along with a pair of vans. I pull a bra and underwear from my drawer and put them on. Luckily for me no one will see them; I don't know how well Christmas-themed, striped undergarments would work, for a man, in September.

There's a knock at my door. I quickly put on the rest of my clothes, excluding my shoes, and open the door. Jake has two bowls of cereal and juice on a tray. "Did someone order room service?" He asks, way too enthusiastic for this hour.

"I don't think so but I'll gladly take it." I say, letting Jake in and closing the door behind him. He takes the tray over to my bed and places it towards to edge, right next to where he sits. He motions me over, handing me a bowl and spoon. We sit and eat our frosted flakes. Nothing but the sound of chewing fills my room for a while. When Jake finishes eating, he hops off my bed and takes one of the towels I left out for him. He leaves me without a word. Enjoy the cold water.

I should probably talk to Harry. I haven't spoken to him much in the last few months, he's been busy with the tour and everything else. I don't know what city he's in right now so I don't know if he'll be near his phone. It's worth a try though. The last time I talked to him, he told me to call him, instead of text. I scroll through my phone to Harry's contact info, which has changed a lot. He's currently saved as "Sir Curls" because of a photo shopped picture he sent me of his head on a knight's body. I click the call button and wait for the call to connect. There are a few seconds of silence before it finally begins to ring.

After the sixth ring, the ringing stops. "You have reached to mobile voice message system of... Harry Styles... Please leave your message after the tone... beep."

Ugh, voicemail again. "Hey, Harry, it's Cass. I'm just following your request of calling you when I want to talk. Hopefully you'll answer one of these times. Call me back. Bye." I hang up and throw my phone to the side of me. Of course he didn't answer.