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.


16. Chapter 16:

Charlotte's P.O.V:

I heard louis stop running and shouting for me to come back, but it was too late. There was no turning back, the tour bus long gone. The people surrounded me, and I was unable to move...

As I ran out the door, I was mobbed by fans and paparazzi. A lot of the fans were shouting horrible things at me. Tears started to run down my cheeks, I couldn't take this kind of hate. I wasn't used to it. I was surrounded by all these people, I couldn't move.

"You should've died!" One girl shouted at me.
"You don't deserve harry, you slut!" Someone else shouted. The paps were taking numerous pictures of me crying and sobbing. I desperately searched for a way out of the crowd, but there were too many people.

Some of the fans were nice, and they tried to help me out, but they couldn't. I appreciated it though. The paps were throwing endless questions at me, about harry and the boys. I didn't answer any of the questions, though. That made them pretty angry, but I didn't care.

It was becoming more and more claustrophobic, and I couldn't breathe. I thought of when louis told me to come back, but before I could register his words, I was mobbed by these people. I was panicking, frantically searching for a way out.

'Why won't these people leave me alone?' I thought to myself. I was about to give up trying to escape, because it was useless trying, and I wouldn't be able to get out of this crowd. My eyes fluttered closed, but they snapped open again when I heard someone call my name.

The voice was not one of the fans, it was not one of the haters, it was not one of the paps. The voice belonged to an angel. He was not my angel, but he sure came close to it. The voice belonged to one of my best friends, and I couldn't be happier to hear his voice right now.

"Charlotte!" He repeatedly yelled. I looked up from where I was lying on the ground. I looked around, trying to find him, but the road was too crowded with people so I wasn't able to see him. However, the attention had been turned to him now, so I was able to breathe.

"Louis!" I screamed, as loud as I could. Some of the people turned around to look at me, but they soon turned back and started snapping more pictures of louis. I screamed his name again, hoping he would hear me. I let out a sigh of relief as I saw him barging through the crowd.

"Get out of my way!" He growled at several photographers, and some of them stepped away but others stayed. "I said, get out of my way!" Louis growled, louder this time. I could see the anger building up in his eyes. The guy pushed his luck, by not moving and continuing to take pictures.

"I warned you.." Louis shouted, before his fist connected with the photo's face. He fell to the floor, his nose gushing with blood. The other paps were snapping endless pictures, excited that they had a good story to report. But louis didn't seem to care.

Some of the paps stepped towards me, and took some more pictures. I was still in tears, and I probably looked horrible.
"Leave her the fuck alone!!" Louis screamed at the guy, and he raised his fist. The guy got the message, and stepped away from him.

Not caring that people were still surrounding us, louis dropped onto his knees next to me. It reminded me of the time when we were at the after party, where louis had done exactly the same thing. I tried to shake the horrible memories of that night away.

"Are you okay?" Louis whispered, his voice soft and worried. "Did they hurt you?" He shot a glare at the paps before looking back down at me, concerned. I shook my head.
"Louis..." My voice was barely above a whisper, but he still heard me. He lifted me and put me on his lap.

"Yes love?" He held me close to him, protectively. He didn't let any of the paps or fans near me.
"I want to go home. I want harry, where is he?"I croaked. A lot more people had gathered round now. I buried my head into louis' chest, soaking his shirt with my tears. But he didn't seem to mind.

"Come on darling, let's go back to the bus. The boys and rosie are there." Louis whispered, before standing up, with me still in his arms. I still had my head buried into his chest, not wanting anyone to see me. He hugged me close to him, stroking my hair.

As we pushed through the crowd, some girls kept asking for pictures or signatures from him. I looked up at him, with pleading eyes. He nodded at me, understanding that I just wanted to go back to the bus, back to harry and the others.

The girls still asked for pictures, even though he had said no. I could see that louis was getting more and more pissed off, but he didn't say anything. They were only fans, who've dreamed of meeting One Direction for their whole life, and they just wanted a picture. Louis said to them that they could get a picture later.

Louis stayed calm, until one of the girls spoke up. It was the same girl who had been shouting the horrible things to me earlier. "Louis, put that slut down and take a picture with me!" This really set him off. He raised his fist to hit the girl, but I grabbed it just in time.
"No." I whispered. "You can't solve your problems with violence lou. Please, let's just go."

Louis sighed, before speaking. "But she called you a slut. I'm not letting anyone get away with hurting you." I loved how protective he was, but I didn't want him hurting anyone else. He could punch pretty hard, you didn't want to get on the wrong side of him.
"Please, let's just go." I repeated. He sighed again, before walking away.

"Louis, I said take a picture with me! Its not like this slut is you're girlfriend, is she?" The girl shouted. I knew I wouldn't be able to control him this time, but I still tried. "Louis. Please." I whispered, tears rolling down my cheeks again. I didn't want him getting into any trouble, even though I would love to beat the shit out of this girl.

"I promise, I won't hurt anyone. Its okay love." Louis reassured me, before placing me down on some steps that lead up to where the tour bus was. He climbed up a few of the steps, so the whole crowd of paparazzi and fans could see him. All eyes were on him, as he began to speak.

"This girl here, charlotte wright. I care about her. All the boys care about her too. Especially harry. He loves her, very much. More than he has ever loved a girl before. I've never seen him like this. But you still disrespect her. Do you know what she has gone through? No. A lot of you have treated her like shit, she doesn't deserve that."

Everyone was listening now, but the paps were still taking pictures, and some people were filming. Louis paused before he continued his speech.

"You should be ashamed of yourselves for be horrible to her. You should accept her, and just because you don't like the fact that she's dating harry, doesn't mean you have to hate her. Yo can't call yourselves directioners, if you can't accept the people we love. And she happens to be a very beautiful girl."

Louis ended his speech, and he smiled at me. I mouthed 'thank you' to him, and he just smiled back. He walked back over to me, before leaning down and picking me up bridal style. I giggled, and said, "I can walk myself you know." Louis' smile dropped, and he put me down and walked off, pretending to be hurt.

I tried to hide my giggles, and pretended to cry. He ran back to me, actually believing that I was upset. "I'm sorry charlie. Don't cry." He mumbled, as he picked me up again. I burst out laughing, and he made a confused face.
"You're so gullible." I smiled.

He pouted, and I giggled more. He smiled again. I loved his smile, it was beautiful. Eleanor was a very lucky girl. Of course, I was lucky too, because I had harry. Louis was about to put me down again, when I grabbed onto him.
"I liked being carried." I grinned, and he chuckled at me. Now it was my turn to pout. He laughed more, but carried me back to the bus.

We had a laugh on the way, and I felt really grateful to him for saving me, again. He really was superman. I couldn't help but giggle, at the memories of him when he was younger, at the start of x-factor. He was really cute.

I didn't know him back then of course, but I watched all their video diaries and all the x-factor episodes and he was really funny. I understood that he hadn't been acting, that really was his personality.

"What's funny?" Louis asked.

"You." I replied, still laughing.

"What about me?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"You were really cute when you were on the x-factor." I smiled.

"So I'm not cute anymore?" He pouted. It was really cute when he did that.

"Of course you are." I smiled, and he smiled back.

We were almost at the bus. He was about to walk through the door, when I stopped him. I leaned up to whisper in his ear, "thank you." My voice was so quiet, but he heard me. He smiled his beautiful smile again.
"Anything for you love." I blushed. Louis pushed the door open and walked through the door, with me still in his arms.

We were both smiling, until someone spoke to louis. "What the hell man?" Harry screamed, and he did NOT look happy. Oops...

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