Forgive and Forget


I suppose you could say I was 'the popular girl'. I don't like that, because usually the popular girls are stuck up bitches. I'm not like that. Really, I'm not. Its not like in tv programs, where the popular girl rules the school. I try to be nice to everyone, even the less popular kids.

My name's charlotte , people call me Charlie. I just turned 19 a couple of months ago. I would say I quite pretty, and the captain of the football team is my boyfriend. I have long, blonde curly hair, with bright blue eyes. I'm quite slim, and i like the shape of my body.Typical for the popular girl, I know.

I would say I'm quite a strong person. I mean, I used to be bullied when I was younger, because I wasn't very pretty, but I stood up for myself. Now, I can take a lot of what people say or do to me.

But this time I just couldn't take it. I don't think anyone would be able to take it from a celebrity.


10. Chapter 10:

Taylor's P.O.V:

I froze, staring at the lifeless body that lay sprawled out on the hard ground of the alley way, only metres away from me. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there, staring at her, frozen to the spot. I knew I had to do something, I just had no idea what. But all I knew was that I had to save her.

I ran over to her and dropped down onto my knees beside her. She was bleeding badly, from a large cut in her forehead. She also had several cuts on her arms, but they weren't as bad. It looked like someone had cut her with a knife. I knew that the gang had done this, and it hadn't been very long ago as I was only on the phone to her about 10 minutes ago.

"Charlotte? Charlotte!?" I tried shaking her away, but she was unconscious. She didn't respond when I shouted her name, nor made any signal that she was okay. I know, she obviously wasn't okay. She was nowhere near okay, because you could still see the bruise from where the guy that I hired had punched her.
I felt really bad about that now. I mean, she hasn't done anything to me, really. Just because harry didn't love me anymore wasn't her fault, and I shouldn't blame her for it. I mean, she was really pretty, and I must say that harry has a good taste in girls. He knows how to pick the right ones.

Harry. I wonder what he would say. About this. About charlotte. About me trying to be nice. He doesn't trust me, I know, and I don't think that he would encourage her to be friends with me. But I could still try.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!?!" I immediately recognised the angry voice behind me as harry's. Well, to say he was angry was an understatement. Outraged. Fuming. Probably even worse.

I turned my head to the two boys who were approaching me and charlotte. Harry and louis. Harry looked outraged, and louis looked the same. Even though charlotte wasn't louis' girlfriend, but he still treated her like she was.

I couldn't blame them for being angry at me. I mean, I was sitting in an alley with charlotte's lifeless body beside me. Suspicious. And on top of that, I had already got a guy to almost beat the crap out of her, so yeah, I'm not surprised that they don't trust me. But it is a bit annoying that I get the blame before I even got chance to speak.

"Harry, its not what it looks like, I swear! I didn't do this to her!" I started desperately , but he wasn't taking any of it. He thought I was lying, and that hurt.
"That's what everyone says when they're lying." He spat.
"It wasn't me..." I whimpered. Louis looked at me with disbelieving eyes.

"I can explain." I whispered, after neither of them said anything. I know, I sounded pathetic and weak, when I'm usually strong. But that's all I really feel like right now. Pathetic and weak. I just wanted to run away and hide. From everything, everyone.

Louis signalled for me to explain. I drew in a deep breath before I started to tell my story. I'm not sure if they would believe me, and I know I said I didn't blame them if they didn't. But I had to try.

"Well, I was felling pretty bed for what I had done to charlotte, so I -" I started, before harry cut me off.
"You should feel bad!" I glared at him, before continuing. Louis shot him a look, which I assumed meant that he thought harry was being a bit too harsh on me.

"Anyway, I felt bad, and I wanted to make things right. So I was going to go out to find her, but I decided to call her first. When she answered, I heard her screaming." I looked up cautiously, waiting for harry's reaction. He looked scared. I continued my story.

"Then I heard voices in the background. I recognised the voices as a gang of teenagers that hang around this area. They bully people, and they would hurt anyone who got it their way. I suppose that this time it was charlotte, and they just used her as someone to pick on..." My voice trailed off at the end.

I looked up again, scared of what harry's reaction would be. He was wincing, like he was feeling the pain of charlotte's wounds. He looked just as broken as she was. He really loved her, and I can't believe that I ever did something to sabotage their relationship.

I regret everything I ever did to them, when they never did anything to hurt me. I just can't believe how much I messed up, and how they would probably never forgive me for it. But I needed to fix what I had done. I had to be there for them...

It took a moment for harry to process my words, but a second later, harry broke down crying. Louis tried to comfort harry, but he was also looking very upset. A tear rolled down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away. Being the oldest, louis always stayed strong for the other boys.

I thought that was pretty sweet, looking out for his little 'brothers' like that. But I realised that I had never actually seen louis cry. I mean, he could hide a lot of his emotions under his sense of humour. He always cracked a joke, even if he was upset.

"Harry?" I whispered, and he looked up at me. He was obviously traumatised. He didn't reply, but I still spoke. "I'm sorry." And with that I got up and sprinted off down the alley way, towards my car. I couldn't bare to see the three of them like that.

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