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.


41. Chapter 41:

Harry's P.O.V:

My phone began to ring as I stepped onto the plane. I was getting the first plane to New York, so I could just get away from everyone. I needed time alone, time to think.

I sat down in my seat, and pulled my phone out of my pocket. When I saw the caller ID, I sighed and threw the phone onto the seat next to me. Louis had called me at least thirty times since I had run off. I ignored it every time.

The phone stopped ringing after a while, but louis left a message again.

'Harry, just answer your phone, I know you can hear me! Just listen to what we have to say! Please haz, you don't understand, just answer the phone...'

Louis sounded like he was close to crying, which was very rare for him. He hardly ever cried. I sighed again, and decided that the best thing to do was just call him back and hear what he had to say.

I picked up the phone again, and dialled louis' number. After two rings, he picked up the phone and started screaming at me. But I was right, he was crying too. Was he crying because of me?

"Harry! Where the hell did you go?! Why weren't you answering your phone?! We've been worried sick!" He screamed, as soon as I answered the phone.

I didn't reply, I just sat there in silence. I couldn't tell him where I was, because he would get even angrier, and he would try following me. But the safety video just started on the plane, and louis must have heard it through the phone.

"You're on a fucking plane? Where the hell do you think you're going, get off of that plane right now, or I'm coming after you!" He yelled again, obviously freaking out.

"You can come after me then, because I'm not getting off of this plane, you can't make me." I mumbled, and with that I hung up the phone without another word. I'm not going to listen to what he had to say, he was just going to shout at me...

Charlotte's P.O.V:

I heard louis shouting down the phone to harry. Louis sounded like he was about to cry... Why was he going to cry? Was it my fault, was I causing him to cry?

I listened to what louis was saying, and he sounded very angry. So did harry on the other end.

"You're on a fucking plane?" I heard louis yell. What? Harry was on a plane? He was leaving the boys, he was leaving us? He couldn't do that, the boys had a few more shows in london and harry had to be there with them.

Louis started crying quietly whilst he was on the phone, but I wasn't sure if harry heard him. He wiped his tears away and hid his face, not wanting anyone to see that it was red from crying.

"I'm coming after you!" Louis shouted down the phone. Harry mumbled something on the other end, before he hung up. He just stood there, staring at his phone. The other boys were waiting with me nervously, to see louis' reaction.

Louis suddenly dropped his phone a burst into more tears. I had stopped crying now but my face was still slightly red from earlier, but not as bad as louis'. He sobbed loudly, and I was aware that there was some people staring at us.

I wrapped my arms around louis, not knowing what else to do to stop him crying. He hugged me back tightly, and rested his head on my shoulder. I tried to comfort him, like when he had comforted me.

"It's going to be okay lou. Like you said to me, it's going to be alright, we'll get through this together." He smiled weakly, but I knew he didn't believe his own words. I had never seen louis like this before, I had never actually seen him cry.

"But, what if he never comes back? What if he leaves you forever? Your baby won't have its father, every baby needs a father." He whispered. I just shook my head.

"He won't leave. But your band is more important than the baby. If he leaves... What will you guys do? Will you continue without him? We all know that the band will be so different if harry quits." I sighed.

"Let's not worry about what will happen... We just need to go after harry, before it's too late. We never know what harry could get up to. He will probably get drunk, then we don't know what he will do." Liam interrupted.

We all agreed, and got into the cars. Liam, louis and I went in louis' car, because he insisted that he should drive. Niall, rosie, lila and zayn went in rosie's car. We drove as fast as we could to the nearest airport, hoping we would get a flight on time...

We drove to the airport in an awkward silence, none of us knowing what to say again. I was in the front next to louis who was driving. Liam was in the back, fiddling with his phone.

Louis held my hand with his free hand, and drove with the other. I watched his face as he drove. His beautiful smile was replaced with a frown, as he concentrated on the road.

Just then, my phone rang, breaking the silence. It startled all of us, and liam and louis both stared at me. Louis' focus returned to the road shortly after, but liam's stare stayed on me.

"Are you gonna answer that?" He raised his eyebrow, slightly amused. I sighed dramatically, and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I was surprised when I looked at the caller ID.

I quickly answer the phone, still surprised.

"Mum?" I whispered through the phone. I was so happy to talk to her, I started to tear up again. Louis looked at me, frowning again. We had now arrived at the airport, and the car was stopped. Both of the boys were staring at me now.

"Mum? Mum are you there?" I whispered again. But instead of greeting me, my mum's voice was harsh and stern. The boys heard her words loud and clear.

"You're not keeping that baby."

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