Forgive and Forget

Summary

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.

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32. Chapter 32:

Louis' P.O.V:


When the girl made that comment, I was literally fighting the urge not to punch her in the face. I love my fans, but this girl wasn't a fan. If she was a fan, then she wouldn't insult the ones we love.

Charlotte burst into tears, burying her head into my shirt. She sobbed loudly, and I wrapped my arms tightly around her small frame. I was aware of the fact that the girl had an evil smirk spread across her lips. Oh, I'll give her something to smirk about.

"How did you know that? That's personal information, not for little bitches like you to know." I spat through gritted teeth. The girl just continued to smirk, not taking any notice of my words.

Her friends looked pretty scared, but I'm not sure if they were afraid of me or of her. I felt sorry for them either way, I really didn't mean to scare my real fans. But I didn't take any notice of them at that point, I was in too much anger.

"Well, let's just say that you should go to a place a little less 'public' to talk about things like that. But thanks a lot, this story is going to be all over the media!" The girl laughed like one of those evil villains, and walked off.

The group of her friends just stood there, froze to the spot. Obviously they hadn't seen this side to their friend before, it was a shock to all of us. I fake smiled at them, trying to make it less awkward.

"I'm sorry. We'll try to stop her from spreading the news. But your secret is safe with us, we won't tell anyone, I'm just scared that she will tell everyone. I don't want you to get any hate from this. Its not your fault, or charlotte's." One of the girls whispered to me.

She looked like she really meant it too, like she really wanted to help me. See, that's what a true directioner is like. They would do anything for us, and I'm truly grateful for that.

"Its okay love. You don't have to." I hugged her, and smiled again. This time it was a genuine smile. Some fans were horrible, and they can't even call themselves our fans. But then there is the true fans that can always make me smile.

After a few moments, the girls decided it was best to leave me and charlotte alone. I actually didn't mind them being here, they were being really nice and sweet. But charlotte really needed me, more than any fans.

Just as the girls walked away, charlotte burst into tears all over again. She sobbed loudly, and we were getting a few weird looks. But I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her tightly into my body.

I hated to see her cry, I wish I could kiss the pain away.

After she had calmed down slightly, I put my finger under her chin and lifted her head up so her eyes met mine. Her eyes were full of tears that were threatening to fall. I kissed one single tear away on her cheek.

"Why does everyone hate me?" She whispered, talking more to herself than to me, but I still heard.
"We don't hate you. We love you. I love you." I mumbled, kissing the top of her head. My words were true, I meant them all.

Just then, I saw a large car pull up outside the shop. I recognised the black 4x4 as paul's car, so I jumped out of my seat and walked charlotte outside to the car.

I know I had called a taxi, but now paul was here, which made it a lot easier. But why was he here anyway? How did he know that I would be here? I hadn't called him, or anyone actually, except for a taxi. But that was only about five minutes ago.

I cautiously opened the back door, confused of why he was here. I held the door open and helped charlotte to get in first, being the gentleman I was. I then climbed into the seat beside her and grabbed her hand to comfort her. Her eyes were still red and puffy from crying.

"What happened?" Paul questioned when he saw the state that charlotte was in. I wrapped my arm around her and just shook my head.
"We'll talk about this later. How'd you know I would be here?" I asked.

"Have you seen twitter? You two are all over it, pictures of charlotte crying and of you getting angry at a fan. What happened?" Wow. I hadn't actually checked my twitter, but obviously everything that had happened in the past five minutes was already on there.

I shrugged. "Can we talk later?" I repeated, and paul nodded before starting the car. After a while, I decided I would look at my twitter, so I pulled out my phone.

Wow. It was true, paul wasn't over exaggerating. I saw that there were loads of pictures of me with charlotte, from the moment we saw each other in the restaurant to the time with the fans in starbucks.

It got me a bit pissed off, the fact that we couldn't have our own privacy. We were always either being mobbed by fans or attacked by paparazzi and reporters. Sometimes, I wish I wasn't famous and I had a normal life for once.

But then, I wouldn't have ever met the boys. Or charlotte...

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