THE DEATH OF ME

"Didn't you see my text?" I frown at him, as he steps over to the counter.

"I did! You do not cancel on me half an hour before we need to meet!" He says in an angry voice.

"There is nothing I can do, they need me to stay for the next shift," I shrug, not understanding why he is making such a big deal about it.

"It's not your problem they don't have someone else to fill in," He opens the door for the counter padding over to me.

"You can't be here! My boss will kill me!" I hiss in a scared voice, looking around, making sure Daniel isn't close by.

"Get your bag, we are leaving!" Harry orders, pulling my bag from under the counter himself.
"Harry, you will get me in trouble," I beg him.

"What the fuck?!"

I look up and feel my eyes go wide as I find Daniel standing in front of us.
"You again? Get the fuck out of there before I call the police!" He shouts at Harry.
The look on Harry's face made me flinch away from him, sure he will start throwing things or hitting Daniel.

"What time did your shift start today?" He turns and asks me in a rather calm voice that takes me by surprise.
"Um.. 8:00," I let out a shaky whisper.

"Am I talking to the fucking wall?! I told you to get the fuck out!" Daniel screams at Harry, who now turns back to look at him.

The few people in the store turn to look, and I see Perrie watching us from not far, her face full of alarm.

"You can't have her working another shift," Harry hisses at him.
"Oh yeah? Who do you think you are?!" Daniel is fuming, his face is blotchy and his eyes are bulging out.
A smile plays on Harry's lips, but he doesn’t answer, like usual.

"She is a miner, which means she can only work 8 hours straight, then you have to let her go- and it is already 14:00, so I will wait until 16:00, then she is coming with me," Harry says in his most demanding voice, and walks back through the door to where Daniel is standing.
"NO fucking way! If she wants to keep her job she will be staying until I say so," Daniel shouts at Harry's back, taking a few steps towards him.

I move from behind the counter afraid they will start throwing fists.
"Where do you think you are going?! GO back to your square behind the counter!" Daniel shouts and pushes me back.

I hear a gasp escape mouths, and then see Harry holding Daniel from the front of his shirt, his face in his "If you EVER touch her again I swear it will be the last thing you do!" Harry's promise is full of venom, and I believe his words.

"Take your things and get the fuck out! I don't want to see your face again anywhere near this shop!" Daniel hisses at me once Harry lets him go. I gather my things and step out, Harry following me.

"Who the fuck does that prick think he is?!" I hear Daniel's screams.
"That is Harry Styles, the racer," I hear a kid shout out to Daniel but by the time he answer's if he does, I am too far to hear.


"I – I just got fired because of you," I say in a low voice to Harry, still shocked from what has just happened.

"Fucking big deal!" Harry hisses, walking to his motorbike. He takes the helmet and hands it over to me. I take it but don't put it on. Harry walks over and takes my bag from me, slinging it over his shoulder and then taking the helmet and pulling it over my head. His eyes run down my body and his frown deepens.

"What are you wearing?" He questions.
"My clothes- Do you even care you cost me my job?!" I exclaim.
"I don't! He is a dick and you are better off finding a new job!" Harry shouts back at me, brushing his hair back.

I can't believe this is happening. I turn on my heels and start walking away, forgetting about the helmet on my head.
I feel a strong arm wrap around my waist as Harry turns me around, and my breath cuts off from the surprise.

"Where do you think you are going?" He asks, the anger in his eyes is less permanent, humor taking its place.
"I don't know," I say looking up at him.

"Look, I am sorry, I promise I will get you a new job," He swears, trying to reconcile.
"Please come with me," He pleads, and even though I know I should be saying no, I agree. Harry takes my hand in his and walks us back to the bike.

He helps me on, climbing on himself seconds after, sitting in front, and I bring my hands around his waist, ready to hold on to my life, remembering what a reckless driver he is.
For just a slight moment I can swear I feel his fingers glide over my own before he starts up the engine and I don't know if imagined it or not.


Harry drove us to the town next over, where all the home races take place. I am glad I have the helmet on, concealing my face for the reason that once we enter the car park, the flashing cameras do not stop. Relief washes over me as Harry did not park the bike there, but continued past a barrier and behind the main entrance to the back, where a door was open for him.
He drove the bike through the door, and only then stopped, turning off the engine and tugging his helmet. I do the same, but once the helmet was in my hands I had trouble getting off the bike, my hands occupied by it. Harry notices my struggle, taking the helmet from me, and helping me off with his other hand, not hiding the amused smile on his face.

"Mr. Styles, I am so glad you made it," A woman walks up to us with a nice smile. I take a half step to place myself behind Harry, feeling out of place and under dressed in my jeans and baggie shirt.

"Me too, I need to center myself today more than ever," Harry tells her, and she gestures us to follow her. Before he does, he reaches a hand behind him, his palm open, as if offering me to take it in mine.

I take hold of his hand and we follow the woman into a room on the left. It seemed to me Harry has been here before, since once we enter, he lets go of my hand and slips his boots off, sitting himself on the doctor's bed. I am not sure what to do, so I stand next to the door and look around.

The room is small but comfortable, a cream colour taking over.
"You may sit down love," The woman says, pointing to a chair on the side by the window. I glance over at Harry who is watching me, than pad over to the chair and sit, bringing my feet up, so I can hug my knees.
"She will be with you shortly," The woman says, and Harry nods. I watch her walk out, closing the door after her.

"What is this place?" I ask him, as I rest my chin on top of my knees.
"This? It's the nurse's room, for if someone gets hurt during the race, but I come here before usually," He explains. I wait for him to continue explaining, scared that if I ask any more questions he'll stop, accusing me of asking too much.

"I do Craniosacral therapy before races," He explains laying his head down on the bed.
"What is that?" I pull a face.
"It's a treatment to relax you and get you centered so you can perform better," He says simply.
"Does it work?" I ask slightly skeptic of this kind of things.
"It does for me," He closes his eyes.

"Harry.. When you told the lady before that you needed this more than ever.. Is it because of what happened today at the coffee shop?"

He doesn't answer but for some reason I know I am right, and a slight thrill goes through me knowing he cares enough for it to throw him off his game.

A different woman enters the room, and walks over to Harry. She doesn't say a word, but seems to know what should be done by the way she goes straight to his head. She places her fingers on his forehead, and I watch Harry's face lose all its tension, relaxing immediately.
I am mesmerized by his features, the way he seems much younger with the touch of her hands.

She moves them along. Placing one on his chest leaving the other one to rest on the top of his head, and then moves both hands to hold up the back, pressing on some presser points, or so it seems.

I sit watching her work on Harry for some time, not minding it one bit, lost in a world of the mysteries of the racer.

I am startled to find Harry sitting up staring at me as he slides his boots back on an hour later, not realizing I was day dreaming.
"That's it?" I ask getting to my feet.
"That is it, unless you want to try it," He says standing himself, and gesturing to the bed.
"No-I'm fine," I reply, not feeling comfortable having that lady touch me like that.
"Suit yourself," He shrugs opening the door and waiting for me to exit before him.

As we pace down the corridor, a familiar face crosses our path.
"Zayn!" Harry calls out a grin appearing on his face.
Zayn turns to send a disapproving glance my way before a smile appears on his handsome face as he greets Harry.

"All right there Styles? Ready to kick some wanker arse?" He winks as he shakes his hand.
"Sure thing," Harry chuckles, and the sound is like music to my ears.
"Cassie, I will be leaving you now with Zayn, you go wherever he goes understand? And you," He turns to look at Zayn, "Don't let her out of you sight," They exchange a silent understanding before Harry turns on his heels and walks away.

I am left alone staring up at Zayn, annoyed being left behind with someone that despises me as much as he does.
"Come on," He says turning around expecting me to follow.
"Where are we going?" I question, picking up my stride to keep up with his long legs.
"We need to meet my girlfriend, it's her first time at a race," He throws over his shoulder.

"Why do you hate me so much?" I snap, hating the way he is treating me.
He stops in his place, turning to face me.
"Look Cassie, I don't hate you, I just think Harry is doing a big mistake, you are too young to be with him," He says in a soft voice, trying not to be too harsh.
"We are just friends," I assure him, but the snort he lets out tells me he thinks I am wrong.
"Sure you are.. Oh here she is," His brows go up when he nods towards someone in back of me, picking up his hand to wave.
I turn to look who might be Zayn's girlfriend and let out a gasp when I find Perrie walking our way, a big smile on her face.

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