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.


11. Chapter 11:

Harry's P.O.V:

Now I'm not saying that I blamed taylor for what had happened to charlotte, because I know it wasn't her fault. I mean, at least she tried to help her, she tried to make up for what she had done. But I got at bit pissed off when she just got up and ran away, without a care in the world.

Its like she just thought, 'oh hey there's harry, he can deal with charlotte now and I can go back home like nothing ever happened.' She could've at least come to the hospital with us, to see if she was okay. I thought she said that she was trying to make an effort to be nice, but obviously not.

I thought about this as I ran to louis' car, with charlotte's lifeless body in my arms. I prayed to god that she was going to be okay, that nothing was going to happen to her. I prayed that this was all a dream, that everything that had happened in the club was a dream, that I could just go back to the concert where I met charlotte...

But now I think about it, I guess it was taylor's fault. I mean, none of this would've happened if she hadn't hired a guy to punch charlotte in the face. I don't know why she did it, because charlotte hadn't done anything to her, had she?

We reached the car, and louis yanked open the back door. I gently placed her body down on the seats, as louis climbed into the driver's seat. Charlotte's forehead was still bleeding a bit, so I took off my jacket and placed it over the wound.

I quickly jumped into the passenger seat and louis sped to the nearest hospital. I kept yelling at louis to drive faster, even though he was already going over the speed limit. He could tell I was stressed, so he didn't say anything, he just stayed calm.

*5 minutes later*

I jumped out of car as soon as the car pulled up outside the hospital. I ran round to the back seat, lifting charlotte's delicate body out. Louis sprinted into the hospital, and I followed close behind, carrying charlotte bridal style. I wasn't sure if she was unconscious, but I was very worried.

There was paps and fans everywhere, as we ran towards the hospital entrance. I don't know how they knew we were here, but I didn't care right at that moment. I shielded charlotte's face from the flashing cameras, and I ignored all the questions that they were asking.

Some of them asked the stupidest questions. Like, 'is she okay?' Or, 'is she hurt?' Of course she wasn't fucking okay, she's bleeding to death and laying unconscious in my arms...

I shook the stupid questions out of my mind, as I pushed and shoved through groups of fans. "MOVE!" I growled. They didn't protest. Don't get me wrong, I love the fans, they're the reason why I'm here, doing what I love. Singing. But they're always asking me to sign something or take a picture with me, even at times like this.

We ran into the hospital reception, and started shouting that we needed doctor. The receptionist noticed charlotte lying in my arms, and she called for the emergency doctor. A few seconds later, we were in a hospital room, with about five doctors surrounding charlotte's bed.

I broke down in tears, holding onto her hand and whispering to her. I told her that everything was okay. I told her there was nothing wrong. I told her that everything was going to be alright, there was no need to worry.

I was lying to her, and I was lying to myself. I knew that nothing was okay. I knew that there was something wrong. I knew that everything was going to be anything but alright, there was every need to worry.

We got ushered out of the room so the doctors could do whatever they needed to do. I wasn't really paying attention to what the nurse had said to us, because my mind was off somewhere else. Thinking about charlotte. Worrying.

It had been about half an hour now, and I was getting even more worried. What were they doing to her? What had happened? Was she okay? I was thinking all these things when the other boys walked in sat in the waiting area with us.

We sat in silence, until liam spoke up. "What happened?" He reached out to put his hand on my arm and tried to comfort me, but I batted it away. I just shook my head, and luckily, liam got the signal that I didn't want to talk about it right now.

After a while more of silence, the nurse came back and told us that two of us could go in. Me and louis went in first, and I kept my eyes fixed on the ground as I walked over to the chair next to her bed. I didn't want to see her like this.

I sat in the chair next to charlotte's bed, clinging to her
hand, with louis beside me. He tried comforting me, by saying exactly what I said to charlotte; 'its going to be alright'. I screamed at him a couple of times for lying, because I knew that it wasn't going to be fine. I didn't mean to shout, but I was just really upset.

But he put his arm around my shoulder as the tears rolled down our cheeks. he wasn't crying much as I was though. But he still comforted me.
"But what if its not okay?!" I screamed at him. "What if something really bad happens to her? I would miss her so much, I can't loose her, I just can't lou! I love her..." My voice trailed off at the end.

He pulled me into a hug, he knew I was very upset and I just needed the comfort right now. "I know harry, we'll all miss her. You know we all love her like family, even though we only met her yesterday.." Louis murmured. "But I promise you that nothing bad will happen to her, I promise she'll be fine." He whispered softly into my ear.
"Really? Do you promise?" I felt like a little kid talking to my father. But that's just how louis treated me. Like his little kid. He protected me like I was his son, he helped me like I was his son, he loved me like I was his son

I only then realised how much louis was there for me and how much he looked out for me. I was really grateful for that.

" I promise." Louis whispered. I smiled, tears escaping my eyes. But they weren't tears of sadness. They were tears of joy. I threw my arms around him again, and he was obviously confused. But he still wrapped his arms around me anyway.

"Thank you." I mumbled as I pulled away from louis. He still looked confused, and I laughed lightly.
"What for?" He tilted his head to the side, and I smiled more.
"For everything." I whispered, as he looked down blushing. I heard him mumble something like 'its nothing'.

"No, I mean it. Thank you so much louis. You've been they're for me... Ever since I was only a little 16 year old... And look at me now, 19 years old. You've looked after me for this whole time, looking out for me like I was your son, and I never really appreciated it really.. So really, thank you louis." I finished, and he just smiled, pulling me into another hug.

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