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.


43. Chapter 43:

Harry's P.O.V:

I woke to the sound of flight attendant telling us that the plane will be landing in ten minutes. I had been sleeping for almost the whole plane flight, which was a well needed rest. After all the drama of the past few days, and all the concerts, I just needed a break for a while.

The flight attendant kept glancing over at me ever now and then. If I caught her staring, she would smile shyly and I would grin back at her. She was young, probably about my age. She was also quite pretty, she had bleach blonde hair and a fairly nice figure. But she wore a tone of make-up, which I hated in girls.

Like I said, the girl was pretty, with a nice figure and everything. But she was fake, honestly she looked like a barbie doll. She wasn't like my charlotte, I only wanted charlotte. But she didn't want me, she showed me that, by getting pregnant with some other guy's baby. I wish she could be mine...

The plane eventually landed, after the longest ten minutes of my life. The flight attendant wouldn't stop looking at me, and every time she walked past me she would make sure that she touched me in any way. It was really awkward.

All the other passengers piled off of the plane, nobody taking any notice of me. I was really happy that I wasn't the centre of attention, because that was usually the case when I was in any public place. Sometimes I wish I wasn't famous...

I waited until everyone else had exited the plane, before I got out of my seat and headed towards the exit. I knew that there was going to be some people that would recognise here so I needed to talk to the airport security. I hadn't thought about that before I came here...

I guess I should've calmed down a bit. I was really angry with everything, I just needed time alone away from everyone else. Now I realise that taking the first plane to new york without security isn't exactly the smartest idea ever.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice that the pretty flight attendant had grabbed my arm, preventing me from leaving the plane. I just wanted to tell her to fuck off, but I didn't want to be rude because she seemed nice. So I put on a fake smile.

"Are you okay love?" I questioned politely.

"Yeah, thanks." She smiled shyly. She had a very british accent.

"I've gotta go soon... Um... Did you want something?" I glanced at the exit and awkwardly stood there, still with her grabbing onto my arm. I didn't really have to go, I was just getting slightly uncomfortable with this girl attached to me.

"Is it okay if I can get a picture with you please harry? I'm a big fan of you and the band. But you're my favourite." She winked, playing with her hair. I flashed another fake smile back, and quickly agreed to take a photo with her.

I never say no to taking pictures with fans, unless I have a reason. I love the fans, and I love taking photos with them because we are their idols and a lot of them would do anything to see us. The least we could do is take a photo with them.

We took a quick photo, before I told her that I really had to leave. She let go of my arm, as I walked to the exit of the plane. However, she began following me as I stepped out of the plane and began walking through the airport.

I didn't really say anything or do anything to make this situation less awkward. I just walked through the airport towards the luggage collection, slightly ignoring this girl's presence. She seemed slightly annoyed by this, but still persisted.

She tried to make conversation with me as we walked into the main part of the airport, where there were a lot more people. But honestly, I wished she would get the message that I didn't want to talk. I wanted her to just leave me alone.

"So, why are you here harry? Like, here in New York. Shouldn't you be back in england? You had a concert last night. And you have three more concerts in london, then a few others over the country." She frowned slightly. Wow, she knew a lot about us.

But before I could reply, we were mobbed by screaming girls and paparazzi. We got tore apart from each other in the swarm of people. I silently prayed to god, thankful that I didn't have to talk to her anymore. She was too clingy...

The paps asked loads of questions, most of them are ones that I was expecting.

"Harry! Is charlotte's baby yours? Or is it louis'? Or is it someone else's baby?" Someone shouted. I frowned, it had never crossed my mind that the baby was mine. Or louis'...

"Are you quitting the band harry?" Someone else questioned me.

This one made me laugh. Of course I would never quit, I would never leave those guys. I just needed some time alone, can't people understand? If I spent too much time with them, we were called gay. But if I'm spotted without them, they think I'm quitting.

"Have you and charlotte broke up?" I frowned again. I didn't really know the answer to that one really. We hadn't really talked about our relationship lately, ever since we got back together. So I wasn't sure what we were now.

"Who's that girl you were with? Is she your new girlfriend of the week?" Someone else shouted from the crowd. This made me quite angry. I was always made out to be this womanizer. They think I just get a new girl every week, and just leave her when I'm bored with her.

Because let me tell you, I'm really not like that.

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